#head empty only nanamin

[fumiliar]

self-restraint is one thing kento prides on. he is a good man, or at least he tries to be. his eyes landed on your flailing figure, pinching his nose bridge to prepare himself. you, gojo, kento and shoko went out for drinks to celebrate the fact you 4 were still alive.

your mind was blank, you had no self-control, it was like the shame centre in your brain got turned off.

"oh my god!" you squealed in excitement. "my favourite song!" you stumbled off your bar stool, going to stand up on the table, gojo supporting your brave act.

kento acted quick. right when your foot landed on the table, you were pulled back by an immeasurable amount of strength, your back landing on someone's muscular chest.

"how drunk are you?" a gruff voice spoke right beside your ear, sending shivers through your whole body. your senses were already heightened, but at this moment, you could feel everything. you could hear the fastening rhythm of your heart, along with the steady rhythm of another's.

"earth to y/n~," satoru's singsong voice echoed through your empty head.

"yea, sorry," you shook your head, turning around to see kento's disapproving look. his hand keeping a deathly grip on your wrist, ensuring you were always close to him, in case you'd do something embarrassing, or at least that's what he tells himself.

"y/n, i'll bring you ho-"

"don'tt, you're such a party pooper nanamin! we were just getting started," the blue eyed man whined, he looked like he was about to start a tantrum.

"yeah, let's just wrap it up, i wanna go home," shoko agreed with kento, getting ready to leave. "i'll leave y/n to you, gojo, come." satoru following shoko like a sad puppy.

"let's go home," kento used his free hand to pack up your stuff, double checking if you took anything out of your purse.

"you're so hot when you take care of me," you freely complimented kento, his ears slowly turning beet red.

"i like you kento, you know that right?" you kept talking, kento's face slowly turning a darker shade of red. "why are you so red? are you having a fever?" you used your free hand to feel his forehead, even in your drunken state, you still worried about his health.

"no...y/n. i'm fine," he put your bag on your shoulder as he led you out of the establishment.

"ow....my feet hurt ken," you pouted looking down at your heels.

restrain yourself kento. restrain. was the only thing he could think off as he looked back at you. he didn't want to take advantage of your drunken self. he knelt down as he took of your heels, you bracing yourself on his back. he slowly took your hand of his back, putting down your heels on the ground to take off his blazer.

"up," his back facing you as he knelt down. you weren't going to waste a chance getting piggy backed. instantly, your arms slid around his neck as your legs trapped his torso. kento stood up, picking up your heels and adjusting his hold on you.

"comfy?" you nodded against his neck. "take this, and wrap it around your waist," he handed you his blazer. you instantly listened, wrapping the blazer around your waist, making sure you don't flash anyone along your way home.

"ken, you're so good to me," you mumbled, nibbling on his neck, eliciting a groan out of the man.

"you're such a tease," kento chuckled, smiling to himself at his current predicament.

"we're not even dating....hft," you sighed. kento let out a hearty laugh at your dissatisfaction.

"why do you want us to date?" kento asked making you even more disappointed.

"what woman doesn't want stability!" this time you were annoyed. you straightening your back, not leaning on kento's anymore. kento was still joyful, instead of responding to your annoyance, he loosened his grip on your legs, your instincts kicked in, quickly wrapping your hands around his neck once more to ensure your safety.

"were you about to drop me??" panic was evident in your tone, but kento was still amused. "answer me!" your hand hitting on his chest.

"y/n," kento sternly called out your name, abruptly stopping your abuse on his chest. "we're married love, isn't that the epitome of stability? why would i regress our relationship to just boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"huh?..." you were confused for a second, quickly looking at your hand. and there it was, glistening in the moonlight, your wedding ring. "oh.."

kento couldn't help but tease your drunken self, his self-restraint always wavering when it came to you. the prim and proper man turning playful in your presence, he just couldn't help it. he continued his walk home, occasionally giggling at your forgetful nature.

"i hope you don't forget this moment," kento muttered under his breath, knowing full well you would have no memory of this event, only a pounding headache to remind you of yesterday's events.

[pseudowho]

Yuuji's hand hovered over the receiver, paralysed. His universe zeroed in on the little plastic bubble around him, and the payphone, with the chatter, ringing, beeping and bustling of the Police Station behind him. The cuffs chafed on his wrist. He thought and thought, reaching for the receiver again, before freezing.

The police officer behind Yuuji tapped his foot. "Get on with it, kid." Yuuji shrunk in on himself, smaller than ever.

"Uhh...I'm really sorry. I don't think I'm ready for my first call yet. Can I have a bit longer?"

A huff from the officer. Yuuji's wrists clanked as he was grabbed by the upper arm, a heavy clang as he was pressed back into the cell, locked in. There was a drunk on the perpendicular bench. Some big guy with a kill you stare, the other side.

Yuuji tried not to cry as he hunched down towards his knees.

He had never felt so orphaned, as he did in this moment.

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Kento hummed to himself, outwardly upbeat, and happy to be so in the absence of observers. He grabbed his travel mug from the desk; his paperwork was completed. He was advised he wouldn't be needed for the rest of the day, so why don't you just head off early? We'll just call you if we need you.

Words like syrup. Kento's metaphorical sweet shop. He lapped it up. He dropped you a text; home soon. I'll make dinner.

Making himself a fresh coffee, Kento felt his pocket buzzing. His humming stopped at the Unknown Number on screen, eyebrows pinching together. He answered, stirring his coffee.

"Nanami Kento speaking."

Initial silence. An awkward rustle. Kento waited.

"...Nanamin. I'm sorry, I...I didn't know who else to call. I'm in trouble." Kento turned his back on his coffee, pacing in front of his desk, a prickle of fear up his spine.

"Itadori-kun. Where are you?"

"I'm...I'm downtown. I was arrested. I was only trying to help--"

"I'll be right there. Don't say anything. You're safe. I'll be straight there."

Kento put the phone down, concern clipping his movements. He looked down at his phone, thinking. He tapped out two more text messages, grabbed his travel mug, and headed out to his car in long, purposeful strides.

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By the time Kento arrived, guided into the station by a receptionist, he scowled to see Yuuji being interrogated at a desk by an officer.

"I swear, I was just checkin' the place out, just--just bein' stupid, I didn't mean--"

"--didn't think the "No Entry" signs were for you, huh? What was the plan, go in and wreck the place? Damn kids--"

"Excuse me for interrupting. I don't believe you're supposed to be interviewing minors without a chaperone."

The police officer stopped, bristling as he looked up at Kento, looming down over him. Kento silenced Yuuji with a heavy hand on the shoulder. A travel mug of hot coffee was gently pressed into Yuuji's hands.

"Don't answer him, Yuuji. We're waiting for your lawyer."

Yuuji looked so small and tired, folded over on himself, that Kento felt a prickle of cold rage frost through him at Yuuji's treatment.

Kento's eyes flicked across the desk. He noted paperwork, with Yuuji's name. He noticed the 'Next of Kin' section...empty. Kento's stomach clenched, and his grip on Yuuji's shoulder tightened almost imperceptibly. The police officer shivered under a chilly gaze.

"Nanamin...I'm sorry--"

"I'm sure you have nothing to be sorry for. This man, however--" the officer's blood ran cold when Kento's eyes swung to him again, "--should know better than to bully a child."

A rustle and a clatter sounded behind Kento and Yuuji. Yuuji heard a deep voice, apologising for knocking something off a desk, before another hand landed on his other shoulder. Yuuji gaped up.

"...Higuruma?" Hiromi glanced down, coal-soft eyes belying a little smile. The police officer sputtered into his coffee, looking frantically between the two men, now.

"Higuruma? Shit. I don't get paid enough for this."

"I assume you're charging my client with something." Hiromi sat, crossing his legs, hands clasped on his lap.

"He broke into an abandoned hospital--"

"Was it locked?"

"...ahhh..."

"Did he cause any damage?" Total silence. Hiromi cleared his throat.

"Did my client come with you willingly?" The police officer's face twisted, bitter and snide.

Hiromi blinked once, slowly. "I see. So, simple trespass really? With a minor, first offence? A caution at most, really, isn't it."

Yuuji looked over to Kento, who was busy scribbling something on Yuuji's paperwork, while Hiromi ground the police officer into the dirt on the other side of him.

"I assume you felt something inside the hospital. You weren't investigating just for fun?" A stern gaze through tinted lens.

"No, I...I think there's a Curse in there. Didn't get to it before I ran into the cops."

A hum. "Ah. I'll get Ijichi onto it." Yuuji nodded, his eyes prickling with tears. Kento's hand tightened on his shoulder, grounding him, a flood of warmth down through his body.

"How long were you here for? Before you decided to call me."

"Uh...four or five hours." A pregnant pause from Kento. A sigh, Kento's voice softening.

"You can always call me, Yuuji." Kento stood, straightening his cuffs. "You'll come home with me for dinner. You're hungry." Yuuji's belly rumbled in response. Kento's lips almost quirked at Yuuji's sunny grin, reminded of another boy he once knew.

In due time, Yuuji was released with a caution. Hiromi clapped him on the shoulder with a lopsided smile, giving Yuuji's jaw a pat, before leaving for home. Yuuji stood, glancing at his paperwork on the desk.

In the previously empty "Next of Kin" section, in neat block capitals, with a phone number and address, was listed: NANAMI KENTO.

[shycoconutt]

papamin au, nanami is a bakery owner

nanami kento, bakery owner, is familiar with itadori-san, an old man who comes into his shop every morning to order a cornet and black coffee.

he becomes familiar with his grandson, yuji, when the small boy accompanies him one day begging for something sweet with strawberries. he watches as the boy’s eyes glow, face and tiny hands pressed against the glass of the display case. he leaves holding his grandpa’s hand with a belly full of strawberry cake roll.

from that day forward, the old man continues to come with yuji in tow, and nanami finds himself testing more strawberry-infused recipes.

two years go by, and nanami grows used to their routine. everyday, except special holidays when the bakery is closed, the pair arrive around 7 a.m., order their food, and sit next to each other while the old man reads his newspaper. yuji, a young boy ever so restless, often runs around the store greeting new customers and asking nanami silly questions.

“what’s your favorite color, nanamin?”

nanami raises an eyebrow at the boy, turning his attention to him after wiping the counter.

“yellow.”

that answer seems to appease him, as he giggles and runs away back to his table. before leaving, the old man turns and gives nanami a curt nod, the firm look in his eye sending a shiver down his spine.

after that day, they don’t come back. nanami can’t be upset, as it is to be expected. people move, find new bakeries to frequent. he’s become used to the amount of faces that come and go, some return and some don't. it’s normal, comforting even. but he can’t shake this feeling in the pit of his stomach that something is wrong.

with a surprisingly quick online search after closing up for the day, nanami discovers that the old man has passed away. he was eighty-two and left behind a grandson, yuji itadori, only four.

the ‘sorry we’re closed’ sign jolts aggressively as he slams and locks the door. the frigid, spring air causes him to tighten his scarf around his neck as he walks through the empty streets. it’s late, he doesn’t know where he’s going, but he walks.

after an inquiry at the local convenience store and a couple searches on the map application on his phone, nanami stands outside of the nearest orphanage.

fist held out to knock on the door, he freezes. what is he thinking? he can’t possibly be considering this. adoption? a 28-year-old, single man on a baker’s salary adopting a child he barely knows. it’s absurd.

he needs to sleep on this before he does anything rash. shaking his head and chuckling softly at his rashness, nanami steps and turns away from the door to leave.

that's the plan, however, until it flings open.

“sir, can I help you? you’re setting off our security cameras and, frankly, you’re kind of freaking me out. I won’t hesitate to call the authorities.”

wide-eyed with an apology ready to go, he turns back slowly with his hands raised in surrender to not cause any more panic.

“I am so sorry, I was just—”

“nanamin!”

hurrying footsteps pound the hardwood floor of the entryway behind the woman, and suddenly a fluff of pink hair flashes by her hip in an impressive display of speed. before the boy can make it any further, she grabs him by his shirt collar and pulls him to her side.

“woah, woah, woah there, yuji, slow down,” she chastises, “we don’t run out of the building, especially at night.”

the boy looks up at her with apologetic puppy eyes, “I’m sorry.”

the woman’s stern look falters slightly, and she moves to brush the hair away from his forehead. “do you know this gentleman, yuji?”

the boy starts jumping excitedly, looking towards him now. “yeah! this is nanamin! he makes me strawberry stuff!”

looking up at him confused, nanami clarifies, “I own a bakery in town that he visited frequently... with his grandfather.”

“ah,” she responds, flashing him a knowing look, “you do look familiar. you own a bakery here in sendai?"

"yes, ma'am."

“can we let him in, please?” yuji pouts, obviously restless.

“how about we ask him to come back tomorrow at a more appropriate time? besides, it is past your bedtime.”

“but—”

“mm-mmm, no buts. now go brush your teeth."

yuji's puppy eyes flash to nanami now, looking at him expectedly. hurt pangs in nanami's chest, recognizing that it must be nice for the boy to see a familiar face after everything that's happened. nanami can only assume all the pain that he has gone through at such a young age.

kneeling down to meet him at his eye level, nanami gives him a soft and sincere look. "I will be back tomorrow, itadori-kun. I will even bring you and this nice woman some fresh pancakes with strawberries if you go and get ready for bed right now, okay?"

with the promise of pancakes and another visit, yuji flashes a grin and quickly turns to bound up the stairs while yelling behind him, "don't forget the whipped cream!"

that causes him to chuckle, and nanami promises, "I won't forget."

after some more apologies, an exchange of information, and a swift goodbye, nanami finds himself walking back to his apartment.

he doesn't know exactly what implored him to visit the boy, but he knows he can't leave this alone. yuji deserves what is best for him, and if nanami is his best option, which he thinks he might be, then he will fulfill the role of caretaker for him. because no boy's spirit deserves to be crushed that young. pain and suffering are for adults.

the next day, after pancakes and an intense interview with a background check, nanami and yuji walk side by side, the boy's backpack flung over nanami's shoulder.

"oh! nanamin! I almost forgot," yuji gasps, "can I have my backpack?"

nanami leans over and hands it to the boy, who quickly zips it open and rummages through the contents. finally, the boy grabs a slightly crumpled piece of paper and presents it high in the air.

“this is for you!”

confused, nanami takes the piece of paper reluctantly, smoothing it gently before examining it. it takes awhile for nanami to register the artwork, coming to the conclusion that it’s just as it looks: a bunch of scribbled yellow lines filling the page.

“I drew it for you!,” yuji proclaims, “you know because yellow is your favorite color.”

nanami’s hand slowly rises to cover the stupid grin that’s plastered on his face. he mentally decides not to acknowledge the thin blur at the bottom of his vision. looking down at the boy now, nanami feels a warmth inside his chest that he’s never felt before.

“thank you, itadori-kun. I’ll cherish it forever.”

after many growing pains and bouts of self-doubt, yuji’s artwork, now framed and displayed in the bakery, serves as a reminder of why nanami decided to become a father that day, or, rather, how yuji decided for him.

a/n: this fic is inspired by artwork from @mottirinekochan329p4874 & @riritzuu. please go check out their work and show some love. ˘͈ᵕ˘͈

[luvely-stories]

Miss-tery

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Nanami and Itadori get a bite to eat and meet someone Nanamis very close with

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

Yuji groans as he stretches his sore muscles, that curse really made him work for that defeat. Thankfully he could do it all by himself and impress Nanami in the process. Speaking of which, where was he?

As if on cue Nanami came from behind a wall, putting his phone in his pocket as he walks over to the bright eyed student.

“Nanamin! Is Ijichi here yet?”

Yuji asks as walks over to Nanami, only for him to shake his head.

“Traffics terrible at this time, it’ll be a bit before he’s here.”

Nanami sighs before looking around then looking at Yuji.

“Are you hungry Itadori?”

“Always!”

Yuji beams as Nanami nods and starts walking into the town nearby.

Yuji followed happily, a smile coming on his face. He’d heard from Ino before how Nanami was a giant foodie and well aware of all the best food places no matter where in Japan they were.

He would drool as he heard his senior talk about the places he was taken, from the hole in the walls to the nicest restaurant. If Nanami took you there, you know it’s going to be great.

“Are you in the mood for anything?”

“Mmm maybe some chicken?”

The corners of Nanamis lips tugged up slightly before facing forward again.

“Well then, I know just the place.”

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ

The bell above the door jingled slightly as they entered the restaurant. It was a small building cozily tucked away from the cities loud noises.

The place was dimly lit with hanging lights scattered on the ceiling alongside fake pink flowers. The wall had a simple painting of the mountains with a long branch from a tree reaching over the emptiness that the mountain didn’t touch.

Nanami stepped to the hostess stand and waiting patiently, Yuji following quickly behind him.

“Are you sure it’s open?”

Yuji whispers, looking around at the very cute but very empty restaurant. Nanami nodded as he stared at his watch for a couple of seconds before the doors of the kitchen opened. Out came a pretty lady whose eyes went bright as they landed on and Nanami.

“Well hello stranger!”

You giggles as you walks over to the stand, picking up two menus. Nanami took off his glasses and stared at the you fondly before looking at Yuji.

“Itadori, meet the owner of this lovely restaurant.”

“Oh you’re Itadori! It’s a pleasure, I’ve heard so much about you!”

You give him a bright smile as you introduce yourself before sitting them down at a table. Scanning through the menu, you look at Nanami with a smirk.

“I already know what you want, unless you’re planning on finally changing it?”

Nanami let out a small laugh and shook his head as he handed the menu to her.

“Maybe one day.”

He smiles as you rolls your eyes playfully. Yuji eyes moved between you and Nanami as he tries to figure out what’s going on. He’d never seen Nanami smile and laugh this much in such a short amount of time.

He eyed Nanami suspiciously before looking down at the menu, everything sounded so good! How was he gonna pick?

“I suggest the Yakitori. It’s delicious.”

You suggested, as if you could read the young sorcerers mind. Glancing down at where it’s described the Yakitori. All things considered it sounded great.

“In my opinion everything she cooks is great.”

“Oh stop it you!”

Now Yuji was really confused. Nanami? Throwing around compliments? Making a smile and laugh?! Maybe on the way back Nanami was kidnapped and replaced by a curse cuz this was not the stone faced man he knew.

“You ready?”

You called out, pulling him out of his thoughts. Panicking slightly Yuji scanned through the menu.

“Huh-? Oh yeah! I’ll have the Yakitori and a soda please!”

“Good choices!”

You smile at him before turning over to Nanami.

“I’ll be back soon.”

You smiled before you were off again.

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉ ・ʚ˚̣̣̣͙

You had come back with their dishes and served then, planning on going back to the host stand and waiting but Nanami sweet talked you into staying (a skill Yuji never knew he had). So here you were, talking and laughing at the table as him and Nanami ate their food.

“And this guy had the nerve to act like I didn’t seem him put his hair in! Like sir I was right there when you did it?!”

“The audacity of some people.”

Nanami shakes his head as you tell your story animatedly. Yuji watched you two very curiously as you talked. Usually Nanami wouldn’t have much to say when it came to storytelling, a hum here or a nod there, but with you? Yuji didn’t have a doubt in his mind Nanami was hanging onto every word you said.

“Oh but enough about me, how are you two? Enjoying the food?”

You ask, beaming at the two as they nodded. The second the heavenly smell of your food hit Yujis nose he was chowing down like there was no tomorrow.

“It’s delicious ma’am!”

“I’m so happy you think so! And how about you Mr Nanami? How’s the meal you always get?”

You ask with a knowing smirk. Nanami lets out a small huff as he brings his final spoonful of Unagi to his mouth.

“I’m a man of routine.”

“Oh do I know that.”

You giggle, rolling your eyes. A buzz comes from Nanamis phone that pulls him away from the conversation for a moment. Curious, you and Yuji try to look at the message to no avail. Nanami frowns as he looks at the text, standing up as he fixes his tie.

“Itadori, we have to go. Ijichis out waiting for us.”

You and Yuji frown as he leaves the seats, Yuji wished he could stay longer but sighs as he gets up.

“Bye Ma’am! Thanks for the food!”

Yuji waves as him and Nanami leave. Nanami opens the door, staring back at you as Yuji walks off content. You look back at Nanami with a soft smile as you pick up their dishes.

“Don’t be home too late, ok Kento?”

“I won’t, see you soon dear.”

Shutting the door Nanami catches up with Yuji and they walk in comfortable silence for a moment, at least comfortable for Nanami. Yuji would stare at him periodically, lips pressed tightly together as he contemplated on asking Nanami about the woman before forgetting about it.

After the fifth time Nanami was starting to get annoyed. Looking at Yuji through his glasses, he speaks coolly.

“Itadori, if there’s something on your mind you can tell me.”

Yuji stops in his tracks as he’s called out, face going pale and eyes going wide. Yuji sighs before taking a deep breath. Well here goes nothing.

“It’s really nothing I was just…curious.”

“About?”

“Well it’s just you and that restaurant owner seem really close and I was just a little curious about it?”

Yuji asks nervously as he looked at the older man only to see him with an easy smirk as they walked.

“Is that all? Well if you’re really curious she’s my wife.”

“Oooh! That makes sense!”

Yuji exclaims before happily walking. So he wasn’t imagining things! It makes total sense Nanami would treat his wife so-

Wait,

“Nanami you have a wife?!”

[satorusugurugurl]

Never Have I Ever

Summary: A heated game of Never Have I Ever at a Halloween Party you reveal secret; one Suguru wants to fix!

Pairing: Geto Suguru x AFAB!Reader

Warning: language, edging, dom/sub, orgasm denial, oral sex (female receiving)

Word Count: 2.3K

A/N: Kinktober day Twenty-Five: Overstim (F!receiving!)! This turned out way longer than I anticipated but I’m not going to complain! 🤤

“Never have I ever had Yaga lecture me.” A symphony of groans and curses fills the living room as a majority of your friends either put a finger down or take a drink of their alcohol of choice.

“Fuck you, Nanamin!” Gojo yelled from across the room, holding up two remaining fingers.

This had started as an innocent Halloween party. You and your closest friends all got together to watch scary movies. But The Conjuring played in the background as you and the others sat in a circle. The game had started off mild like most of these do, but now everyone was out for each other's throats, and you were feeding off the chaos with every passing second.

“Alright, who's next?” Satoru asked, glaring around the room. “Since it’s clearly pick on Gojo Satoru Day!” Several pairs of eyes focused on him. Haibara looked at his three remaining fingers while Shoko held up her nearly empty cup, her cheeks flushed. Suguru scoffed, motioning to the empty cup next to him. “Oh, shut up! You assholes are out to get me!”

“Says the guys who said never have I ever smoked.”

“Never have I ever swallowed a cursed spirit.”

“Never have I ever had an emo-inspired haircut.”

One would have thought getting called out like that would have embarrassed anyone else. Instead, Satoru smirked, leaning back in his chair and running his fingers through his pristine white hair. The man had no shame.

“Yeah, and all of those were great!” He glanced around the room, cerulean eyes locking on you. “Yo, your turn!”

The faintest hint of a sinister smirk tugged at the corner of your mouth as you sat your cup down. You had one that would get a majority of, not all, of your friends to take a drink or place another finger down. You straightened your back and sat up straight.

“Never have I ever had someone perform oral sex on me!” Grinning triumphantly, you leaned back in your chair, watching as all your friends groaned and flipped you off. The realization of what you had just said sank in after they downed their drinks and put their fingers down.

“Oh—honey.” Shoko grimaced with a sympathetic look.

“Wait, so you’re telling me that you’ve never had someone go down on you?!” Nodding your head, you grinned like an idiot as you put your hands behind your head. “Oh, you poor innocent girl.” Suguru stood up, his cheeks flushed. I think you should put a finger down for that,” Satoru said, looking away.

The rest of your friends made similar sounds of sympathy. All except Suguru, who spread his legs wide, violet eyes narrowing with a sly smirk. “You should let me help you with that, Princess.” Everyone grew silent, eyes going wide as you flushed, but didn't deter from his comment. Instead, you learned to forward yourself, swirling the tequila sunrise in your cup. Maybe it was the alcohol running through your veins, but you felt a certain confidence brewing inside of you.

“You seriously think you can handle me, Suguru?”

“I think the real question is,” he reached over and grabbed the bottom of the barstool you were sitting in before dragging you towards him. “Can you handle me?”

“Well, there’s only one way for us to find out.”

The silence in the room shattered like glass on the floor. Your friends all screamed in protest while some handed each other money. But their words and actions did not affect you as you stared longingly into each other's eyes.

“Please don't start fucking in front of us.” Satoru barked out before looking around. “Someone else goes! Before these two start mauling each other.”

Luckily for Satoru, you and Suguru didn't get down and dirty right there in the living room. You had the courtesy to wait until everyone was watching the movie or in the kitchen before you dragged your best friend down the hallway to his room. Once you made it inside, Suguru kicked the door shut with his foot. His large hands reached up, cupping your face as he kissed you roughly.

His tongue slid past your lips and immediately found your tongue. Your tongues moved and wrestled against each other, fighting you for control over the kiss as Suguru began pushing you back. You allowed him to take the lead, gasping out as the back of your legs hit his bed. This didn't feel awkward or weird for either of you. If anything, it felt right. This was months in the making. The subtle flirting, longing touches, both you and Suguru had wanted this for so long.

You came back to reality as Geto pushed you back, causing you to fall into the mattress. His thick fingers immediately began working at your jeans. Thumb and forefinger unbuttoning then as you watched his lilac eyes go darker with lust, but even when clouded with lust, he paused.

“You okay with this?” He asked, giving you a sharp look as if he had made sure you were okay with this.

“Yeah, I’m okay; I'm so fucking okay with this.”

With your permission, Suguru made quick work of your pants, yanking them down your legs. “How in the fuck has no one eaten you out?” He instantly began kissing the insides of your thighs, his teeth grazing your skin. “That’s fucking unbelievable; I’ve been dying to taste you for years.”

“My exes were assholes. What can I say?” Both of you moved in sync; you lifted your hips, allowing Suguru to pull your panties down without asking. “So what took you so long to make a move? You just wanted to taste me that bad?”

As Suguru trailed open-mouthed kisses along the insides of your thighs, he looked up at you as his teeth grazed your sensitive skin. “Oh—I was nervous.” There was a passionate and fiery gaze in his eyes, one full of need and lust, “But now that it’s out in the open, it looks like I have a lot of making-up to do.” He came face to face with you, your dripping pussy, blowing out a hot breath against your sensitive pussy. “God, you smell so fucking good.” With that, his kiss-swollen lips sealed out your cunt before gently sucking at it.

You arched off the bed, gasping as he pinned your hips down with his large hands holding you still as his tongue darted out, licking at your slit. His tongue was so fuvking warm and wet along your throbbing core, teasing your damp folds gently. You squirmed, gasping softly; your fingers gripped the sheets as your wide eyes were transfixed on the ceiling. Suguru couldn't help but notice how cute you looked, in awe at the sensations you felt. And he had barely just begun. You yelped out in surprise as his black-painted fingers spread your pussy apart, gently licking at your entrance a few times before slowly trailing the tip of his tongue up to your clit.

God, you thought your vibrator was amazing, but this was some holy fucking shit. Geto Suguru was better than any vibrator you had ever used. And you had the luxury sucking one! One of your hands gripped at his bedding while the other shot up and was tangled in the long, silky strands of his glorious hair. His tongue traced circles, letters, and even fucking stars against your swollen and throbbing clit.

A thin layer of sweat started coating your half-naked body. You felt hot, almost too hot, as the pleasure slowly began to build and grow deep inside your abdomen. Your thighs began to shake as you cried out, writhing in the bed underneath you. You felt like the pleasure was almost too much for you to handle. It was as if you were losing control of yourself.

But Suguru had you under his complete and total control. He wasn't letting you go; he wouldn't let you pull away from the greatest pleasure you were experiencing. No, this man held you tight against his mouth, keeping you right on the edge of an intense orgasm. Suguru lapped at your cunt until you were screaming his name. You feel like you're almost there! So close!

“S-Sugu! I-I’m about to—!” But just as you're about to cum, he lets up. His tongue slows as he smirks against your sex. “Sugu!” you pout, rocking your hips against his face. “Please.”

“Mm, I like it when you say please like that.” He cooed before sliding his tongue down, teasing your entrance. “Keep it up, and I might let you cum next time.”

He doesn't even give you time to protest as he shoves his tongue inside of you. It kicks and laps at your tight, gummy walls as you whimper and cry out, heels digging into the bed as he works on you. Everything he does has you gasping, moaning, and screaming his name. Suguru can't help but growl as you hear his name on your tongue. It makes him more eager as he presses his face closer against your sex. His tongue pushed further inside of you. As his nose brushed over your clit. Suguri groans as he rubs his face side to side as you grip his hair.

“F-Fuck!” You yell as you feel yourself getting closer and closer to the edge for a second time, “Sugu! I’m close, so fucking close!”

Suguru sighs, looking up at your body, violet eyes landing on yours as he somehow manages to pull himself away from your dripping, throbbing core. “Not yet.”

You cry out in protest, but your cries of frustration suddenly turn into moans of pleasure as Suguru’s thumb begins circling your clit as he presses his tongue up, rubbing it expertly over your g-spot with precise accuracy. Your clit twitches as you feel him speed up and slow down, teasing you. It's like he begins working you up to the most amazing orgasm, but he denies you the right to it every time you draw near it.

The pleasure is almost too much at this point. Your inner walks are throbbing painfully, as your clit practically screams in protests as Suguru seals his lips around the sensitive bud, sucking on it. You're a shaking mess of flesh underneath him. Fingers tugging his hair as you grind your hips into his face was pure desperation. You've never wanted to cum so bad in your life. No one has ever made you feel so good in the entirety of your whole existence.

Suguru was doing just as well as you, which wasn't good at all. He was holding onto you, digging his face as close to your sex as he could. He grumbled and growled into you as he savored your sweet, tangy taste. He couldn't get enough of you. He wanted more; he wanted all of you. He loved the way you smelt, tasted, and rocked against him. Suguru wanted this to last, but as he looked up to meet your gaze, he was met with a teary glance.

“P-Please! Nnngh! Fuck! Please, I want to cum! I want to cum so bad!”

God, when you begged so prettily like that, how was it even possible to deny you? “Do it; I want you to come on my tongue, Princess.” He gave in, grinding his hip harder into the mattress; his tongue slid back inside of your heat, licking eagerly inside of you before those licks turned into eager lapping furiously at your throbbing walls.

“O-Oh fuck Sugu! Suguru fuck I-I’m c-cum—!!” You barely get to finish what you were going to say as the orgasm hit you and him at the exact times you arched your back off the bed as grunted, his nose brushing against your clit as his hips still, cum painting the inside his boxers, which he could care less about. Because hearing him, seeing, and feeling him cum sends you over the edge again.

You scream his name as you throb around his still-moving tongue. Your body is trembling and shaking as the orgasm slams into you. Suguru weakly grips your hips holding them still as he continues to fuck you with his mouth. And your best friend doesn't let up till your back hits the mattress, and your panting and gasping for air is completely spent. He releases you from his grasp and pulls away, licking at the evidence of your orgasm that coats his mouth and chin.

“So, how was getting eaten out for the first time?” He nonchalantly questions plating kisses and leaving hickeys all over your thighs.

“It was fucking amazing,” You breathe out, sitting up to look at him. “We should do that again.”

“Oh, we are most definitely doing that again. I'm also going to take you on a date like I've wanted.”

Relief settles over you like a warm blanket on a cool autumn day. “Good! You push strands of his hair out of his eyes. “Next time, I get to suck you off~.”

“Mmm, I love the sound of that.”

“And next time, I wanna sit on your face.” Suguru blinks once, opening his mouth to speak before he snaps it shut as a deep growl rises from his chest. It all happens so fast, Suguru hooks his arms under your thighs as he flips you both around so his back is flat on the bed and your pussy is right there in his fast. “Holy shit Suguru!”

“I don't want to wait for next time.” He growled, grabbing your hips and forcing your oversensitive sex right on his greedy, eager tongue.

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Thirst Trap

Genre: Fluff, humour, crack.

Characters: Nanami, Yuuji, Ino.

Summary: Ino and Yuuji unwittingly make Nanami IG-famous through a social media post. As the internet's thirst ramps up, Nanami remedies the situation by roping in the two young sorcerers once again.

CW: language.

"Now that's what I call ... "

"A good run!"

"Oh, hell yeah. You're not half bad, Itadori! Just stick close to me, and you'll learn plenty more!"

A warehouse stained with the remnants of dispatched cursed spirits, clothes rumpled and stained with the evidence of hard work and a new student brimming with the desire to prove himself. Now this was Ino's definition of a day well spent. The last, and most proudly worn feather in his cap was the fact that their successful team-up had been overseen by none other than Nanami Kento himself, the man who breathed inspiration into all of his endeavours as a sorcerer.

Speaking of which ...

"Hey, Nanami, what did you think of our work today?"

Striding along at a steady pace behind the two youngsters, the tall, ever-composed sorcerer looked up and adjusted his glasses.

"Hmm. You're both well-coordinated, considering that you've never been teamed up before. You've got good instinctual prediction of each other's movements and I'm quite certain that you may come up with even more effective techniques if you work together in the future."

Ino nudged Yuuji and mouthed the words "Here it comes."

"Having said that, Itadori, some points to consider."

The cheerful boy glanced back at Nanami and gulped.

"Err, yes, Nanamin?"

"Your instincts are important, but you can't always rely on them. Instincts are based on your physical senses and your ability to analyse cursed energy. It takes a great deal of focus to maintain a good hold on both these threads. If a curse user is able to fool your senses, then such instincts can be your downfall rather than your strength."

Yuuji mulled those words over, humming to himself. Ino clapped him on the back.

"You listen to Nanami and you won't go wr- "

"Funny you should say that, Ino. Because I'm pretty sure I taught you to practice caution at all times instead of throwing yourself head-first into a situation because your underclassman is watching you."

Ino winced and rubbed the back of his head, laughing sheepishly.

"Okay, okay. I admit it. Got a bit carried away 'cos Itadori was watching me. Won't happen again."

Nanami grunted in reply and the two younger sorcerers glanced at each other and grinned slightly. Yuuji's stomach chose that moment to rumble loudly in protest of its emptiness.

"Whoa, whoa. Can't have that. Hey, Nanami, what do you say we grab something to eat?"

"I suppose that would be acceptable. What do you propose?"

Ino turned excitedly to Yuuji.

"Since you're the newbie here, you get to choose! Only for today, though!"

"Seriously? Cool! I wanna eat ... hot pot on a day like this. That warehouse was kinda chilly."

Nanami nodded before consulting his phone.

"There's a good place not far from here. Let's go."

The place Nanami chose was somewhat off the beaten track. They left the main thoroughfare at some point, wandering through a maze of backstreets, food sizzling on outdoor grills, murky puddles and cosily lit bars. The restaurant they ended up at had no proper signage announcing the name of the establishment or any indication of their menu.

The food was, of course, incredible. Yuuji's eyes positively glowed with excitement as the steaming hot pot was laid out before them, the perfectly prepared ingredients on the side.

"Ooh, this is amazing! Nanamin, how'd you find this place?"

"I often come across good places to eat when I'm on missions in the area."

Ino shook his head fondly.

"Oi, Itadori, Nanami here is a massive foodie, you know that? You name any part of Tokyo and he'll tell you the best places to eat there. He even knows regional specialties in other areas that are pretty out there!"

Yuuji was now regarding his mentor with new reverence. Nanami coughed and re-directed their attention to the food.

"This is going to get cold. Shall we begin?"

"Oh! Hold on. Gotta record some of this."

Ino pulled out his phone, getting a few snaps and videos of the steaming hot pot from various angles. Now accustomed to his junior's need to record everything, Nanami sighed and began to add ingredients to the steaming soup base, softly reprimanding Yuuji who didn't want too many vegetables.

"It's winter and these are good for you. Make sure to eat the cabbage. It has roughage and the shungiku and carrots have a lot of vitamins. They also reduce inflammation of the muscles after a long day."

While the pot bubbled merrily, Nanami prepped their sauces in small porcelain dishes, mixing a little grated radish into the ponzu and adding some green onion to the sesame. He added ingredients to the main pot in a methodical sequence, placing the thicker parts of the vegetables first, followed by the assortment of mushrooms and the tofu.

Lastly, with Yuuji's mouth now practically watering, he handed over the thinly sliced beef for them to take, each dipping their portion for a few seconds until cooked, his deep murmur guiding them on correct timing. Ino had now set his phone aside and was just as hungry, digging in with relish.

When the meal was over, two stuffed and slightly drowsy youngsters followed Nanami out of the restaurant, the warmth of the food in their system buffering against the cold wind that caught at their clothes.

By the time Yuuji had been dropped back at Jujutsu Tech, he was ready to hit the bath and sleep for a solid ten hours. Loping towards the student dorms, he briefly checked his phone, shooting a quick text at Megumi.

Back from my mission. All good.

The reply came within seconds.

Did I ask?

I met Takuma!

Oh. He's cool.

Very cool. We had supper at a hot pot place.

With Nanami?

Yup. Apparently he's big on food.

I'm going to sleep now.

Check this out. Takuma sent it to me. He kinda forgot he was recording after a while.

Attachment: 1.

Shit, you're making me hungry dumbass.

Lol. Looks good, huh?

Yeah, whatever. Post it on your IG or something.

Humming thoughtfully, Yuuji entered his room and began gathering together some of his bath supplies. He paused at the foot of his bed, head bobbing to some unheard lyrics, fingers tapping against the phone screen that lit up his face in the darkened room.

After a few moments, he dropped the phone face down on his bed, exiting the room with a yawn, the basket of toiletries tucked under one arm. He promptly forgot about his casual IG post, right up until the next morning when he roused from sleep, eyes still slightly gummed together, fingers fumbling until they unlocked the screen so he could check the time ... and he shot upright in confused alarm, spying the flood of notifications that had come in overnight.

Now it has to be said, at this point, that being the easy-going, friendly type, Yuuji had made a lot of connections with others over time. Whether during his years at middle school, his sporting club days, or more recently, his time out and about in Tokyo on various missions, he'd managed to accrue a fair following on social media. While many of those who friended him and sent him the occasional inbox wouldn't be considered close to him by any means, his posts were often noticed and popular amongst them. Such was the nature of his personality.

And so, the video of Nanami with the hot pot, normally something that would fly under the radar if posted by anyone else, became an overnight sensation simply because it reached a much wider audience.

And what was the appeal of such a simple video, you may ask?

Imagine, if you will, a short video with simple tags, such as 'shabu shabu heaven', 'sooo good', 'too many veggies' and 'still so yummy, tho'.

Upon idly playing the clip (because it's a cold evening, and you might be craving some shabu shabu yourself) you're met with quite the sight.

First, a pair of hands come into view. Large, elegant digits, broad palms, perfect and neatly trimmed nails. The strong fingers handle the chopsticks with deft precision, stirring the steaming broth in the pot briefly.

Well now. Those hands would definitely be intriguing enough, but the effect is magnified as you witness the camera shift angle a little. The view pans up to the arms and body those hands are attached to, the subtle ripple of muscle in the broad shoulders that taper down to a slim waist, all wrapped in an expensive looking blue shirt, visible over the polished wood of the table. The man's face isn't visible, adding an element of mystery.

He begins adding vegetables to the pot, and now he really has your attention, because he has begun speaking.

And oh my. That voice.

The soft, smoky suggestion of reprimand as he softly lists the benefits of the food, the crisp enunciation of a man well-spoken, the low baritone that flows with marvellous richness across the riverbed of acoustic static from the bubbling of the pot.

You're captivated now, bringing your phone closer to your ear as you strain to hear more of those quiet, compelling, slightly authoritative tones. And then, the crowning moment of glory, the little gesture that takes this video from a solid nine to an eleven out of ten.

He rolls up his sleeves.

Setting down the chopsticks, those exquisite fingers unbutton the cuffs of his shirt with a practiced motion, rolling up the perfectly pressed fabric and folding it neatly just beneath the elbow on each side. The motion reveals perfectly sculpted forearms, the powerful flex of sinew beneath skin, veins tracing beneath the surface under the dusting of golden hair in the lamplight of the restaurant.

He continues his muted litany of instructions to whoever he is talking to, but at this point, the man could be reciting the Encyclopaedia Britannica entry on tortoises, on repeat, and you'd lap it up like the thirsty little tart you are ...

Ahem. Where was I?

Right. The video, which at that moment, was being watched by you (the imagined viewer) and Reiko from the sales department, and Haruka who you had lunch with just the other day, and Sara who loves to look up cooking videos on a Sunday afternoon, and Sukuna, who sometimes watched videos from inside Yuuji's mind with mild interest, and who momentarily thought "What a fine voice for a mortal worm", and ... you get the idea, don't you?

Ino received a panicked call from Yuuji that same morning. He'd been puttering about in his small apartment, popping some slices of bread into the toaster and frying up an egg for a quick breakfast, when the call had come through.

"Uh, Takuma-senpai? Hi, it's me, Itadori."

"Oh, hey! What's up? Did they team us up again? Sheesh. Didn't take 'em long."

"No, it's ... not a mission. It's about that video you sent me yesterday. The one from the restaurant."

"Hmm ... oh that one! Yeah?"

"See ... uhhh ... oh damn. How do I - So, look. I posted it on my IG."

"Oh, okay. And then?"

"So ... it kind of ... became popular?"

"People like hot pot that much?" Ino chuckled. "But I mean, what's the problem?"

"It's not the hot pot, Takuma-senpai! It's Nanamin!"

Having finally come to the crux of the issue, Yuuji's words were leaving him in a veritable torrent.

"They all saw him in the video and I didn't know! How was I to know? I didn't think they'd... and now there're all these ladies and girls and stuff and they're all ... it's a mess! And I don't know what to do and he's gonna kill me and - "

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, man. I can't make sense of what you're saying. One thing at a time."

"They think he's hot! They're all talking about Hot Pot Honey Muffin! That's what they're calling him!"

Ino promptly spat out his coffee in a fine brown mist.

"Hot Pot Honey what now?"

"Honey Muffin! I can't - Dude. Please, you've got to help me. If Nanamin finds out - "

"Okay. Okay. This is fine. This is ... Listen. Let me go check the video and the comments and we'll handle this. It can't be that bad. And even if that's the case, Nanami wouldn't be bothered by it. His face is not even in the video. Nobody can recognise him. He doesn't even go out that much."

"Oh God, I'm just ... okay. Go check it out. I'll send you a link to the post. Let me know."

After Yuuji had rung off, Ino took a breath and shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. It was just a harmless little video! He'd posted some of these before himself, and there'd never been an issue. So how bad could it be?

It was bad.

The comment section was ... interesting to say the least.

Who is that man? Anyone?

I'd let him stir my pot. Just saying.

That voice. Hnmnnghhh. Smack me on the wrist and call me nawty.

Daddy? Sorry. Daddy? Sorry -

Sir. One chance. Please sir.

Awjejdbavzbzbahsb pls ur bunny hash been a bad bad gurl

Unf, bouta make that ahegoa face rite now

And, rising above the cloud of steaming, churning, thirsty commentary, that rare peak of social media strata, the dreaded moniker that had found its place from the comment of one of the many new fans that Nanami had found for himself, Hot Pot Honey Muffin.

Ino, in spite of the chill that went up his spine and the momentary panic, knew what had to be done immediately. They had to show Nanami. Keeping something like this a secret would only make things worse with time.

True, Nanami wasn't the kind of man who drew attention to himself, but with the video now as popular as it was, it was entirely possible that someone in a shop, restaurant or one of his other frequent haunts in the local area might just recognise him. He would have to be warned, and even though Yuuji had long since taken the video down, it had been re-posted and there needed to be some kind of technical damage control.

Wracking his brain, Ino hit upon a great idea. Ijichi was known to have connections who could scour the internet for traces of curse activity that might be caught on camera and erase such evidence. Surely something similar could be done about this? If he phrased his request as something urgent, something that could affect Nanami's ability to do his job, then surely they'd take it into account?

With this new burst of inspiration, Ino threw on his jacket and headed out the door to Jujutsu Tech.

"And so ... yeah. That's ... how the matter stands. We're worried about someone recognising you because of how popular this became."

This was worse than he thought. Admitting to a mistake was always difficult when it was Nanami who was hearing you out. Standing in front of him in the staff lounge like two contrite five-year-olds caught with their hands in the cookie jar, Ino battled the instinct to hide behind Yuuji.

He was the older one here, and the one who had recorded the video in the first place. He had to bear the full responsibility for what had happened and be man enough to tell Nanami. How else would he earn his (eventual) respect and admiration?

The sorcerer seated before them heard them out in terrifyingly passive silence before sighing and removing his shades, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just when I think nothing can surprise me any more ... "

"I'm so sorry, Nanamin!" Yuuji blurted out. "I ... I didn't know ... I mean ... "

"Well, what's done is done. May I see this video, if you please?"

Ino nudged Yuuji  who stepped forward and handed his phone over reluctantly. Their discomfort grew as Nanami watched, a slightly puzzled expression on his face. The video ended and he looked up at them, frowning.

"All right. I can see why you didn't think anything of posting this, Itadori. The video itself is ... ordinary enough. It's simply showing a portion of me and the hot pot. So, why the attention?"

"Uhh ... "

The younger sorcerers glanced at each other. Ino cleared his throat.

"Well ... see, the thing is ... in the video, you kinda come across as ... I dunno ... kinda hot? At least, that's what the viewers seem to think."

"Me?"

Nanami looked incredulous and Yuuji gestured meekly to the phone.

"Just ... read the comments, Nanamin. I took the video down, but people re-posted it, so ... You'll see."

And Nanami began to read. Ino winced as he remembered the top comment, the one that would probably be first on the long list.

Roses are red, violets are blue, Your voice gets me wet Just like shabu shabu

Nanami's eyebrows were rising as steadily as the steam that emanated from the tea pot at his elbow, long forgotten. He eventually handed the phone back to Yuuji, clearing his throat.

"Well."

"Yeah."

"So ... "

"Hmmm."

"Right?"

"Yes."

Yuuji waved his hands desperately.

"But ... we're gonna handle this, right Takuma-senpai?"

"Oh yeah, definitely. I was thinking, you see. Ijichi might be able to use his network to find and remove the content from all media platforms. He's been able to do it before. I can make a request."

Nanami folded his arms and thought for a moment.

"I see. Yes, that would be possible. However, I'm against the idea of using Jujutsu Tech resources and manpower for a request such as this. That same time and processing power could be poured into much more vital concerns. Who knows how many lives could be placed at stake while we use the tools we have for something like this? No. I think another solution must be found."

Ino's shoulders sank under the weight of the knowledge that Nanami was right, as usual. But that left few avenues for removing the video. How else would they prevent this from blowing up further?

"I get it. What you're saying makes sense. What are we gonna do, though?"

"Ah. About that." Nanami lifted a prim finger. "I have an idea."

Yuuji stared at him, dumbfounded.

"You do?"

"Yes. But we will require some help. And some ... expertise on putting together a video."

It was then that Ino felt an even greater chill settle into his very bones as he witnessed something truly rare and unprecedented, something that did not bode well for him and Yuuji at all.

Nanami smiled.

It was Nobara's skill with outfits and make-up, and Inumaki's talent for setting up a scene, that had led to their current predicament. Yuuji's hair had been dyed black, his eyebrows darkened. Nobara's contouring prowess had rendered his face rounder and younger-looking, eyes magnified behind very large, thick lenses. He wore a red t-shirt with a skimpily dressed anime girl printed on it and an oversized purple jacket that disguised his lean, athletic form.

Ino had also undergone a drastic transformation. His dark hair had been shaved at the sides, the top styled into extreme spikes, tinted acid green at the ends. He had been provided with a fake eyebrow piercing and an artfully applied temporary tattoo that curved up the side of his neck, appallingly visible by the standards of society.

They sat at one of the countertops in the student dorms, the background serving as an adequate stand-in for a kitchen in someone's home. Nanami was standing opposite them, wearing his usual blue shirt and tan trousers, his sleeves remaining unfolded this time around.

Inumaki gave one final check to the camera before giving them a thumbs up.

"Salmon roe."

And the recording began.

On the counter, various dishes had been set up, all prepared in advance. They looked delicious, but you wouldn't think so, judging from the expressions of the two young men seated in plain view.

Ino grunted irritably, giving the camera a thousand-yard stare that looked very incongruous on his normally cheery face.

"Do we have to do this shit?"

Yuuji stared gormlessly into space, before laughing obnoxiously and picking his nose.

"Yeah, cos Dad said if we did we could go to that one restaurant where the waitress looked like Hatsune Kiku."

Ino's scowl deepened.

"Tch. Typical. Shit for brains here is on about that dumbass idol again."

"Now, now, boys." Nanami's voice came from across the counter, deep, polished, and a huge contrast to the two choice morsels of hellspawn sitting opposite him.

"Eat your dinner. If you're both good, we'll go to that show next week."

Yuuji's face brightened immediately.

"You mean the one where they dress up in bikinis and wrestle in the mud?"

"No, not that one."

Ino smirked.

"Ha. In your face, rat-breath."

"Be nice to your brother."

"Whatever. What are you feeding us now, old man?"

"I made katsudon. And some vegetables on the side."

"But I wanna eat omurice," Yuuji whined, thumping his fists on the table.

Nanami chuckled. "Ah, you remind me so much of myself at your age, son."

Ino rolled his eyes before tugging a steaming bowl towards himself.

"Seriously? You were this much of a loser?"

"I meant that I liked omurice too."

"Daaaaddd, please can we have omurice."

"Eat what's in front of you. Come on."

Ino stuck his chopsticks into the bowl, churning the beautifully prepared meal into an unappetizing mush.

"Huh. It tastes okay. Now give me a nice hot barbecue and I'd be really stuck in, ya know?"

"Oh, Hatsune Kiku likes barbecue, but she says, in her interview with Doki Doki magazine, Issue five hundred and three, that she can't eat too much of it, 'cos it gives her gas and - "

"Can you shut the hell up about that green haired freak for like, two seconds?"

"Kiku is not a freak!"

"Are you two eating?"

This earned a blessed silence for a few seconds, while the two 'sons' masticated in a manner that was singularly unappealing. When they were done, Nanami produced two bowls of caramel pudding and slid them across the counter, allowing his hands and arms in their blue sleeves to be briefly caught on camera.

"Well, here's dessert."

"Oohhh, pudding." Yuuji grabbed the bowl and moved it around slightly, watching the pudding jiggle. "Hehehehe. It bounces just like Kiku's - "

"Oh, for fuck's sake, you creepy - "

"Language, boys."

"Urgh. I hope I'm getting paid for this. Hanging out with this loser is taking years off my life."

"He's your brother. You two have to look after each other when I'm gone."

"Like fuck I will. He's gonna become a NEET however you see it."

"Then it's up to you to set a good example for him."

"Ha. Me? The second you're in the ground, I'm gonna take the money and buy myself that sweet, sweet little Kawasaki Ninja, then I'm gonna hit the road."

"You'll see things differently with time. Look at me. I was the splitting image of you back then. I settled down nicely."

"Ugh, whatever. I ain't gonna settle down. Now where's my cash?"

"Finish your pudding first, son."

The video, released from a burner account set up by Inumaki, spread as quickly as the first one had. In the days that followed, gossip spread in social media circles about 'Hot Pot Honey Muffin' and his two god-awful sons. The rhetoric around him changed drastically. It turned out that having children, like the boys played so charmingly by Ino and Yuuji, was a huge turn-off to most people.

The two young sorcerers certainly served their time when it came to punishment. It took ages for the tint to grow out of Yuuji's hair and he cringed every time he saw Hatsune Kiku on TV. Ino developed a very strong aversion to bikes for a while and found it hard to stomach pudding. They both decided to deactivate their IG accounts for a while.

Nanami read some of the new video's comments shown to him by Inumaki with some satisfaction.

Can you believe those are his kids?

How the heck is he raising them?

And the younger one. EWWWWWWW.

The older one looks like he microwaves pigeons for fun.

Roses are dead, Violets are a lie, I saw your children, And my pussy is dry.

Nanami adjusted his shades before looking up at Inumaki and nodding gravely.

Success.

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“(name)-sensei! Why’d you look so n-nerv—“ His little eyebrows furrow, tiny hand coming up to scratch his head in focused thought. “Nerv-y?”

(He promised Nanamin he would use a new word today.)

You giggle as you ruffle his hair. “That was a wonderful try, Yuuji-kun.” Two of your hands settle on his squishy cheeks as he stares up at you. “But I suppose I am a little nervous.”

Hmm… So that’s how it was pronounced! He’s gonna tell Nanamin he tried anyway. But… What’s causing you to be this way, though? That faraway look in your eyes is troubling him too… Oh!

“Didya forget to eat today, (name)-sensei?!” A pat to your knee as he stares up at you, all sparkly gaze and blushy cheeks with a smile that was overflowing with glowing excitement.

So cute. He reminds you of a blooming flower.

“Ahah, Yuuji-kun that’s not—“

Blonde, brunettes and raven-haired heads perk up at the little boy’s voice, their attention lost on the toys as they quickly start to trickle out of your sight and making a run for their cubbies. Are they-

“I got riceballs today!”

“Nanamin said he made me karaage!”

“Papa said our chara-bens are cute today too!”

“Daddy bought us kikufuku mochi for dessert!”

“Ahh, wait— Children-!” You realized a little too late.

It isn’t long before a clatter of bento boxes and a small assortment of various treats settle themselves in front of you, scattered into a small pile as the twins start pushing their treats forward a little more to make you notice it first.

“Mmm! (nwame)-swensei mwakes goodsh food!” Kugisaki Nobara finds herself being fed an adult’s lunch as she chews, her eyes closed in satisfaction and her feet kicking about as she continues to savour the taste of the food you were sharing with her.

(Sharing is an understatement. You’re surprised by how much she could eat, and how she was vacuuming up almost the entirety of your own packed lunch.)

“I’ll mwake sure to-“ She stops when she sees your stern gaze, not minding at all but taking the moment to swallow. “Forget my bento more off-then!” You only giggle as you shake your head in response, wiping off the grain of rice at the corner of her lips.

“Your grandma will be sad if you don’t eat her food often, Nobara-chan. You have to remember to bring it all the time, okay?”

“Mmm…” She’s still thinking as she watches your amused face, a hand on her cheek. “If (name)-sensei thinks so…” Her face breaks into a grin as she shows you a thumbs-up. “Okay!”

You hear several growls next to you. A turn of your head reveals the wanting gaze of the rest of your kids, all hungry ministrations of eating their own packed lunches stopped.

“Eh…?” The chopsticks in your hand have paused midair in bewilderment, wrist just in distance of Megumi as he makes a small grab for it, leading your utensil into his mouth as he noms down on the tamagoyaki you held.

“…it’s good…!” His eyes sparkle as he turns his head to face the growing pouts of his classmates, the rising jealousy not at all apparent to him as he feels you gently pry the chopsticks out of his mouth, a small tap to his nose in slight scolding that makes him nearly want to sneeze.

“Nanako wants some too!”

“M-mimiko as well!”

“I’m still hungry, (name)-sensei!”

“E-eh???? (name)-sensei was feeding me first!”

In the end, you had an empty lunch box and a very, very satisfied class of kids who had very full bellies that day.

(Are they trying to pay you back for that day? You’re really starting to think you have the sweetest kids to ever exist.)

“You all…” Megumi shifts closer to you, nestling himself on your lap as your hand goes up to support him, beginning to peek up at your face. You had started to tremble from where you sat on the floor of the foam-tiled play area, growing silent as the rest of the kids slowly crowded around you.

(Were they in trouble? Are you upset with them…? Please, please don’t be! They’re good kids!)

Megumi catches a glimmer forming at the corner of your eye, his small hands starting to grip onto your shirt and his green eyes starting to widen as he realizes that you’re cryi—

“Are so cute!” You’re already scooping them all into your arms, your face hot with gratuitous joy as you embrace the squealing kids close to you, enjoying their cuddly warmth and pats of your face.

(“Oh, but-” You begin to tut, staring down at the five kids squished together on your lap. “I have my own lunch today, kids.”

There’s a glower on their faces, disappointment and disheartened expressions clear and evident. It squeezes at your heart in guilt as the colorful plastic wrapping of one of the sweets is captured from the corner of your eye.

“B-but! It seems that I would need help clearing all these treats up!”)

——

You tiptoe out the room, gently shutting the door of the nap room behind you.

“Good work today.” Ieiri Shoko is sipping her second cup of coffee of the day as she appears behind you, clearly amused at your frazzled form after putting the children to sleep.

“There’s nothing good about today…” You’re sulking as you slump against the door, your knees bent as you let out a loud sigh.

A smirk appears on her face. “Why? Scared of being alone with a couple guys and their kids?” She heard the whole conversation. Perks of being one of the first few to arrive just to get some time to be alone with you.

Your feet shift nervously as you hands begin to fiddle with each other, a sigh escaping your lips as you lean back against the door. “You know I’m no good at being social, Shoko…”

You’re pouting at her as your cheeks start to warm from embarrassment. “What if they find me weird and unsettling and—“ You nearly want to scream. “What if they pull Megumi and the twins out of school because they think I’m unsuitable—“ You stop yourself. “But at the same time if they’ve moved into the neighborhood I’ll be running into them 24/7! If they find out I’m just some loser who stays at home all day and reads—“

You cough to cut yourself off at your spiel. Relax… You take in a deep breath as you finally start to calm. “And what if…” Your eyes flicker towards the ground. “They just… Don’t like me?”

A beat passes, and another.

Her eyes trail off to the side, letting the silence beat amongst the both of you. “They’ll like you like I love you, (name).” Her dark eyes meet yours, her steps stopping right before you as you catch the sight of her heels. “And if you’re so worried, you could always catch dinner with me instead as an excuse.”

(She would even call him up using the school register to tell him you can’t make it because your plant died or some other stupid excuse if that was what you wanted.)

“You’re so kind Shoko…!” You tackle her into a hug. “Your kindness precedes a being like me!” You pull back, glancing up at her blank, unimpressed gaze as you let a smile grace your face. “Jokes aside,” You scratch your cheek.

“I think it’s too late to even fully reject him now…”

You gulp nervously as the domineering man stood before you, all smiles and teeth and turned up eyes behind dark sunglasses that gleam with expectant want.

“I-I think that I have—“ Distance is closed in an instance, a towering frame leaning over you and breaking all boundaries of personal space.

“Y’know, the kids are gonna be super super excited once they find out we’re moving in next to ya!” Large porcelain hands reach up to grasp both of your own in his. “Won’tcha please come make them happy? Megumi and the twins talk about you lots, ya know? They even forget to eat sometimes when they get to tell us all about you.” There’s a cute pout on his face that makes your stomach swirl, your bewildered eyes starting to twirl as the scent of his cologne invades your nose…

(He’s so handsome… And so thoughtful of his kids… Ahh, you can feel your heart stutter…)

“I-I suppose I do have some free time today…!” He’s so close! If he leans down anymore, your lips would be—!

“Oho, that’s nice to hear, sensei!” A grin and a pat to your head. “We should have fully settled in by this afternoon, so I’ll come pick ya up after school, kay?” He pulls himself away (begrudgingly) as he pats his pockets for his car keys.

“O-oh, that’s not—“

“See ya later, sweetheart!” He’s practically already skipping out the door, sending you a salute and a wink as you stand there in stunned silence.

It looks like you have plans tonight with your neighbour… You turn towards the corridor before you pause in your steps abruptly, a small chill going up your spine.

Did you ever tell him your unit number…?

(Oh, you must’ve forgotten to close a window somewhere. No time to dawdle on your bad memory now when the kids�� health is at stake!)

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Notes:

You did actually go pretty hungry that day considering your lunch was fully consumed by 5 overeager toddlers. Shoko shared her convenience store sandwich with you.

Suguru heard the story of your shared lunch from Mimiko and used that as an excuse to talk recipes with you. Character-bentos are a popular topic between the both of you.

nvy’s aftertalk:

to all the anons who guessed that i was watching gakuen babysitters i am ashamed to admit that you are right i am a sucker for babies and cannot stop rewatching this dumb anime

[tsukimefuku]

tea for your thoughts ❖ nanami kento

summary: after a rough night and with a nasty hangover, you're awoken with tea and sunshine.

tags: jujutsu kaisen, f!reader, light nanami x reader, yuuji makes an appearance, overall fluff with a hint of humor.

wc: no idea, but it's tiny

❖ collection of stories: "jujutsu partners au" → masterlist for fics listed in chronological order of events

"We need to get going." Nanami said, as he unceremoniously entered your dorm room holding two cups of tea and opened the curtains.

The daylight burned through your eyes like hellfire. Yuuji came frolicking in, chanting your name, cheerful, and you suspected that Nanami dragged him along in order to lift your spirit forcefully. After all, last night was terrible and Nanami knew firsthand how awful it was.

"I'm hungover, Nanami. Please, 10 more minutes," you replied, trying to cover your head with the paper thin blanket you had on you. It did nothing to block the sunlight from your sight.

"I brought you tea," he replied.

"Yes! Nanami was mixing your herbs earlier today to make this tea!" Yuuji happily added.

You heard the cups being put on the bedside table, and the smell was actually familiar. Removing the blanket from your face, you looked at both the cups, and then at Nanami.

"I haven't tasted it yet. I made you one," He sighed. "... And Itadori asked for one too."

Nanami pushed his glasses back into position, by force of habit, as he stepped back.

"We have to be on our way to our next mission in 20 minutes. Please, get ready swiftly."

You grabbed the mug, and suspiciously gave it a big sniff.

"I followed the recipe you provided me once. However, I don't know if I executed it correctly," he said.

You took a sip.

It.

Was.

Horrendous.

Not daring to look at Nanami, you kept your eyes glued at the muddy liquid as you said, “it’s... fine. Thank you, Nanami. I’ll just finish this and we’ll leave, ok?”

He acquiesced, walking out of the room. Itadori grabbed his mug to drink the tea, and you promptly covered it with your hand, looking him deep in his eyes and shaking your head.

“Don’t.”

He blinked confusedly, as you took the cup from his hand.

“Trust me, let me make you some Oka tea later, okay?”

“Oh, okay! I’ll wait for you outside. Wait for me, Nanamin!” The only ray of sunshine that wasn’t yet causing you a headache waltzed his way out of the room.

How can someone that cooks so well make such horrible tea? You sighed. Well... It’s the thought that matters, right? You muttered to yourself as you started to empty both mugs at the open window, not noticing you had a big smile plastered all over your face.

[arabzian]

NANAMI KENTO X CAMGIRL!READER

synopsis: you are a camgirl who speaks daily to nanami, you are his absolute favourite and he spends a lot of his money and time on you. One day, he wanna see you in real life to spoil you more…

tags: prostitution, dom nanami, sub reader, blowjob, oral f receiving, a lot of cum, graphic description, dumbification. Nanami is 30 years old.

! The reader is 100% consent in this fanfic + English isn’t my first language so sorry…!

- He was a regular on this kind of site. The blond felt extremely lonely, and chatting with multiple girls in the same evening could indeed make him forget his loneliness for a night...only to feel even lonelier the next day.

- Nevertheless, when he came across your profile, he felt something of an emotional response. It's impossible for him to explain it rationally, but he'd been attracted by your pouty face and the cuteness of your profile description.

- After spending several days sending him sulphurous photos of you in all possible angles and positions. And also, after having him spend a lot of money. Nanami was ready to empty his entire bank account just to see you one night.

- You accepted. Now dressed in a long dress showcasing your beautiful womanly body, you were sitting in an Uber, heading to the address of the hotel that the thirty-years-old man indicated to you.

- When you arrived in front of the hotel, you were absolutely amazed by the beauty and grandeur of the place. You even wondered if you had the wrong address.

- You looked inside the hotel before receiving a notification on your phone.

Nanamin: I'm right behind you.

- You turned around to fall on the figure of a tall blond in a suit, his shoulders were wide and he looked impassive. Nanami seemed so stoic to you that for the first time in your entire life, you were intimidated by a client.

"Hi…," you greeted, shyly.

”You are so pretty… Did you have a good ride? Have you eaten yet?

- You answered with silence because you only nodded negatively to his last sentence.

- A sketch of a smile appeared on his lips, he didn't expect you to be so reserved. After all, you're a cam girl so he expected you to act with self-confidence in real life.

- But none of that. You were actually a little shy. And of course, he was even more surprised by your beauty. You're even more beautiful in real life.

- After inviting you to a luxurious restaurant in the city, where you had no idea how to pronounce the dishes on the menu, you were back at the hotel.

- The room was even more impressive than you imagined. Nanami smiled at the astonishment on your face and announced that he was going to take a shower.

- You nod your head and once you hear the shower water, you're comfortable on the bed. You took off your dress to unveil a lace lingerie set.

- In order to keep the effect of surprise, you put on the hotel bathrobe without closing it and you tried not to let the anxiety take over you.

”Calm down, he finds you sublime in the photos, he will also love you in reality”. Will you whisper to yourself.

- Nanami came out of the shower still soaked, a strong masculine smell emerged from him and the simple towel that he had around his waist revealed the musculature of his body.

- Oh, you only wanted one thing: that he would make you forget your first name.

”You're absolutely beautiful, I don't even know where to start,” he whispered as he gazed down at you.

- You noticed the nascent boner under his towel.

- He joined you on the bed and started kissing you. You sat on him and perpetuated the kiss. You kissed him all over his face, it was embarrassing to admit, but he attracted you so much that you couldn't stop.

- He laugh with tenderness after your butterfly kisses.

”Nanami, please stick your tongue out.“

- He obeys and you started sucking his tongue. He wanted to explode inside because he liked it so much.

- Then the blond man came down from the bed to kneel before you. He kissed your feet covered with the material of your knee socks.

- He licked the soles of your feet, kissed your toes, you felt worshipped like a goddess.

A man was on his knees before you kissing your feet. What a wonderful feeling.

- He went up his kisses to the inside of your thighs and then began to forage your femininity.

- His tongue played with you, he knew exactly where to press with his tongue to give you pleasure.

- Soon, you'll be pulling on his blonde hair as he gets more and more intense with your poor little pussy.

- He was torturing you with his fingers and his tongue, he was so focused that he could feel your breath getting jerky and your body shaking.

- When you gasped his first name, he anchored his gaze in yours and began to accelerate his movements so that you groaned his first name even louder.

”Nanamin...” you called desperately. ”I will...”

Before you could even finish your sentence, you ejaculated in his mouth. Now with the trickling jaw of your cyprine, he let go a mocking laugh.

' " It seems that the lady is quite sensitive.”

You blush with shame after he teased you, amused by your reactions, he thinks he's gonna have fun tonight.

Nanami put your thighs down perpendicular to his. He put his dick between your thighs covered by your socks and began to masturbate against your thighs.

You kiss each other while he enjoyed rubbing against the material in your socks.

”You are so good for me.” He groans.

Honestly, you loved what he did to you and he paid a lot of money just to be with you.

At that point, Nanami had the absolute green light on your body. He could do anything and everything to you and you knew you'd like it because it's Nanami.

You had absolutely no boundaries when it comes to him. He was so muscular, rich and good at sex. Nanami literally had a hold on you since you spoke to each other on the internet.

He drained a thick, hot liquid on your thighs. In a flash, he laid you down on the bed.

You were on your back and he was on top of you, his intense erection was facing you.

"Now, be a good girl, okay baby?"

You had absolutely the biggest kinks for pet names. You nodded meekly, patiently waiting for him to break you in half.

"We're going to play a little game."

He leaned to the ground and grabbed his tie. He began to tie your two wrists above your head with his tie.

You notice his big thing twitching when he looks at you. Completely vulnerable and at his mercy.

The fact of being tied up in this way highlighted your chest.

Your bra wasn't even a bra. It was ridiculously small and just covered your nipples.

Nanami was very sensitive to fabrics, he wanted to feel everything.

Always dressed in your bra that looked like a bikini top, nanami placed himself correctly on top of you and he began to place his dick between your breasts.

Your breasts were hugging and squeezing perfectly his dick which was already wet because of the pre-cum.

After masturbating with your thighs earlier, he was now masturbating between your breasts.

He passed his tip under each of the fabrics of your bra, feeling your nipples harden and appreciating the contact with the material of the fabric.

To be so much under someone's control, and on top of that, to hear Nanami moaning and using you the way he wanted made you so horny it was ridiculous.

Like a reflex, you opened your mouth wide by sticking out your tongue and he took the opportunity to suddenly penetrate your mouth with his dick.

You gasped with surprise when you opened your eyes wide. You looked at him with confused eyebrows as he smiled with satisfaction at seeing the shape of his dick through your cheek.

Always tied and helpless, you had his semen on your thighs, on your chest and soon in your mouth.

He held your head tightly and kept going back and forth in your mouth.

He waved his hips sometimes fast and sometimes slow and you could feel every inch of it on your tongue.

You felt your pussy get numb and wet.

Nanami went deeper and deeper and laughed at your facial expression. Oh, you liked it and it showed.

He started to moan too and under the excitement of the moment, he pushed his dick into the bottom of your throat.

The shape of his cock was visible from the outside. We could clearly see his dick in your throat.

He stood there for a second, moaning how good you were.

Without warning, he came into your mouth, you opened your eyes with surprise while trying to moan.

He put your hand in your hair like you were a dog.

"Good girl."

He withdrew from your mouth and all his semen trickled down on your jaw.

”Now we can start the serious stuff.”

You were trying to catch your breath, it's true that it was only the foreplay but you were already starting to look like nothing.

Always tied with his tie, you couldn't protest when he spread your thighs and rubbed his dick against your clit.

”I remember the texts. I know you prefer it from behind, but I don't know if I should give you this favor...”

You almost cry when you heard him say that. You wanted it from all your being and all he did was being mean to you.

Tears peaked at the corner of your eyes, you were trying to move to protest but the fact that you were tied up didn't help.

' Nanami, you such a meanie... I hate you!”, you whimper capriciously.

”I love you too.”

He smiles when he can't help but think you were so lovely even though you were covered in his sperm.

He wanted to see you a little more... Then he stopped rubbing up against you to penetrate you.

His big, wide dick finally penetrated into your poor, sore little pussy. The thickness of your lips would squeeze him so hard that he let go of a whimper as he entered.

His dick remained tight between your walls. It was so warm and welcoming. He felt at home there.

He pulled you by the arms while he waved his hips into you.

Your chest bounced every time he moved, and it seemed to you that the walls of the room were becoming abstract.

Nanami was going absolutely feral on you. You deserved all this so much.

He took advantage of the position to straddle you and suck your breasts. Little hickeys were born there.

"Nanamin," you almost called crying. ”Stop I'm sensitive here...”

He continued to suck you even harder while screwing you even faster.

Drool was starting to flow from your jaw.

Without warning, he changed your position and took you in a doggy.

You felt everything so deeply, and he did too. He grabbed one arm for him to look at your face. The sight on your ass, your back and now on your tearful face made him want to make you pregnant.

”Nanamin let go of me...

He didn't answer you, and instead he grabbed your other arm.

Now he was blowing your back by pulling you by both arms.

Your chest was levitating above the mattress and your back was so arching that nanami was going to break you in half.

”You're such a little slut, I love you so much.”

You weren't thinking anymore. You only had one thing in mind: his dick.

Nanami ejaculate into you without warning. He had the biggest breeding kink ever.

As his sperm poured into you, he grunted like an animal.

You were trying to catch your breath, but before you knew what he had just done, he put you against him.

With your back against his muscular torso, his arm raising your legs to gain better access to your pussy, he continued to penetrate you.

He was a monster. How could a man with such a closed face and such a strict posture be like that in bed?

If he continued like that, he'd get you pregnant.

You would have liked to tell him, but you couldn't even talk anymore. Apart from stammering his first name, crying and drooling, everything that came out of your mouth was literally incomprehensible.

”I am going to take so much care of you”, he whispers in your ears while you were crying in distress.

All positions passed through and all places in the room as well.

Right now, you had your breasts glued to the window while he ripped you from behind.

Your breasts were compressed against the window, normally it would have hurt you but in your case when it comes to sex: pain is pleasure.

Nanami grabbed you then and threw you against the table. With your belly against the table and your ass highlighted, he actually seemed to like it in doggy style more than you did.

Suddenly, as you were reaching your climax, he withdrew from you. You opened your mouth of surprise and he took the opportunity to stick his big dick full of pre-cum in your mouth.

You didn't have time to figure out what was going on when he cum into your mouth.

He threw his head back and let go of a sigh of relief.

”This is so good...”

While you still have his dick in your mouth, he looked at you.

"Hey princess, would you mind cleaning me up?"

Without understanding how or why you did that, you obey him.

Kneeling in front of him, you sucked his dick. No, sucking wasn't strong enough to describe what you were doing. You sucked the soul out of him completely, you swallowed his dick and swallowed every drop of his liquid.

While your mouth was moving so vigorously, Nanami had his hand gently resting on your head.

He grabbed his phone, which was right on the table where he had just fucked you.

He opened his paypal app and made a transfer of about 5,000 dollars in your account.

And it wasn't over, he was planning to stay with you tomorrow and take you shopping and buy you absolutely everything you wanted.

You fully deserved it, he was absolutely obsessed with you. You were his little princess.

psa: I love him so so much omg

[nanamineedstherapy]

Sips of Solitude

Gojo's Drunk Birthday Adventure (Ao3)

Summary: Satoru Gojo, the invincible sorcerer, faces an unexpected challenge on his birthday: loneliness. But when he ropes Nanami Kento into a night of drinking, things take a hilarious turn. From awkward sips to questionable drinks, watch Gojo navigate the perils of birthday surprises and hangovers, all while discovering the true meaning of friendship in the unlikeliest of places. Genres: Comedy, slice of life, friendship, or maybe something more.

Another year older, and still, nobody knew. Satoru Gojo, the strongest jujutsu sorcerer, felt a twinge of loneliness as he walked through the empty halls of Jujutsu High. Birthdays were always odd for him—no one ever remembered, and he never mentioned it. It was easier that way. Easier to keep up the façade of invincibility, like a sorcerer version of a superhero with a secret identity that nobody cared about.

After classes ended, Gojo found himself aimlessly wandering, searching for a distraction to mask his solitude. His thoughts drifted to Nanami Kento, his ever-serious colleague. Annoying Nanami always managed to lift his spirits—whether it was through deadpan responses or his inexplicable ability to make even the simplest tasks seem like an arduous mission. With a mischievous grin, Gojo set off to find his favorite target.

He found Nanami headed towards his favorite bar. Perfect.

“Hey, Nanamin! Wait up!” Gojo called out, catching up effortlessly. He moved like a caffeinated squirrel, all bouncing energy and playful chaos.

Nanami sighed, casting a sidelong glance at Gojo. “Gojo, what do you want? I’m not in the mood for your nonsense today.”

“Just thought I’d tag along. It’s a free world, right?” Gojo replied, his grin widening to a near-implausible width.

Nanami raised an eyebrow. “You don’t drink.”

“Maybe I’m feeling adventurous today. Or maybe I just want to annoy you. What’s the difference?”

Suspicious but not in the mood to argue, Nanami shrugged and continued to the bar, Gojo trailing behind like an eager puppy. They found a quiet corner, and Nanami ordered his usual—something that could only be described as “seriously boring” in a glass.

Gojo, still bouncing with energy, kept up a relentless stream of chatter, teasing Nanami about his strict work ethic, his serious demeanor, and the way he somehow made adulting look painfully dull. “You know, Nanami, I think you’re secretly a middle-aged man trapped in a young sorcerer’s body.”

Nanami bore it with his usual stoicism, sipping his drink with a look that said he was one bad pun away from a full-blown eye roll. “And you’re a child playing dress-up as a sorcerer. What’s your point?”

“Just that you’d make a great dad!” Gojo shot back, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’d totally be that dad who awkwardly laughs at his own dad jokes.”

Nanami smirked. “I’m not having kids just to avoid that fate.”

“Good luck with that; I can see you trying to run away from all the chaos. But deep down, you love it!” Gojo exclaimed, winking like the world’s worst flirter.

Finally, Gojo declared, “Alright, alright, let me try a drink.” His enthusiasm was palpable, like he had just discovered fire.

Nanami’s eyes glinted mischievously. This was an opportunity he couldn’t resist. He ordered the roughest, most unpalatable drink on the menu and slid it over to Gojo. “Enjoy, you adventurous fool.”

Gojo took a tentative sip, his face immediately scrunching up in disgust. “This is awful! Why do people even drink this stuff?”

Nanami chuckled, “It’s an acquired taste. You’re welcome.”

Determined not to be outdone, Gojo continued to sip at the drink, grimacing with each swallow as if he was practicing for an Olympic event. Before long, he was feeling the effects; his normally sharp eyes grew a little glassy, and his speech slowed, giving him the air of a bad reality TV star.

“Nanamin, you’re such a serious guy,” Gojo slurred, laughing too loudly. “Why don’t you ever loosen up? Have you considered breaking out in a spontaneous dance or something?”

Nanami, slightly tipsy himself, found Gojo’s antics surprisingly amusing. “Someone has to keep things in order, especially with you around. You’d probably start a curse war with your dance moves.”

Their banter continued, growing more relaxed and less guarded as the alcohol worked its way through their systems. For once, Gojo wasn’t the unshakable, confident sorcerer; he was just a guy spending time with a friend, and somehow, that felt infinitely more valuable.

After a while, Nanami glanced at Gojo, who was uncharacteristically quiet, staring into his empty glass. “Gojo, is something wrong? You’ve been…different today.”

Gojo laughed, a hollow sound that echoed in the nearly empty bar. “Maybe it’s my birthday, and people remember, but only for selfish reasons. You know, like wanting cake or free drinks.”

Nanami’s eyes widened briefly. That explained a lot. But he knew better than to make a big deal out of it. “Well, happy birthday, I guess. You don’t get a cake, though. You’re still too annoying to celebrate.”

Gojo waved it off, his eyes gleaming. “Yeah, thanks. Just don’t make a fuss about it. I can’t handle the pressure of being appreciated.”

They finished their drinks, and Nanami helped a slightly wobbling Gojo to his feet. As they made their way out, Nanami made a quick stop to pick up some anti-hangover supplies. He knew Gojo would appreciate it tomorrow—after all, he couldn’t leave his favorite annoying sorcerer to suffer alone.

The next morning, Gojo woke up with a pounding headache. Groaning, he noticed the water, painkillers, and other hangover remedies on his bedside table. A small note read, “Take these. You’ll feel better. –Nanami.”

A rare, genuine smile crossed Gojo’s face, lifting the weight of his usual bravado. For a moment, the loneliness lifted. He wasn’t as invincible as everyone thought, but he had friends who cared in their own quirky, chaotic way.

“Thanks, Nanamin,” he murmured, feeling a warmth that had nothing to do with his jujutsu abilities. And deep down, he knew he’d never admit it, but having Nanami around might just be the highlight of his day—annoying or not.

A/N: You are definitely invited to my Nanago-themed birthday party. ( ◡́.◡̀)(^◡^ ) Thank you for reading; any comment is highly appreciated. Toru is happy now; he's with his friends. :)

[seireiteihellbutterfly]

Sweet Little Peach:

JJK Threesome Scenario

A/N: I am, without a doubt, loopy from painkillers rn (yay surgery). Written in a haze. Not responsible for how you feel afterward.

Warnings: 18+, soft smut, threesome sex, all women

Feat: Shoko X Fem!Reader X Utahime

Summary: Shoko and Utahime have a new favorite kohai

Word Count: 1446

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It’s the Jujutsu High School reunion party, and Shoko and Utahime scan the crowd for people to mingle with. Despite what she says Utahime hates Gojo and Mei, and Shoko is just here for the free booze.

"Do we know her?" Utahime asks suddenly, gesturing subtly towards a woman of about average height, her hair falling in curls around her shoulders. She was in conversation with Nanami who was listening to her with interest, sipping his drink. 

"Another kohai perhaps?" Shoko suggests as she realizes how cute the unknown woman is; fresh-faced and pink-cheeked with dewy skin. She was looking like a freshly grown peach begging to be plucked from a branch.

As they approach the both of you, Nanami sees them and raises his hand in greeting. You turn around curiously. 

"Hello Utahime-San, Shoko-San." Nanami says to them politely. "You may not remember f/n l/n. She was a first-year by the time you guys graduated your final year."

"Oh, yes, that's why we didn't recognize you!" Shoko extends a hand and shakes your hand, smiling. She thinks you're adorable and you're about to let go of her hand when she slides her thumb across the length of your palm. A shiver runs through you and you look at her questioningly but her smile is nothing but friendly.

Utahime also extends her hand to you and while shaking she turns to Nanami and asks "Girlfriend?"

Nanami's face turns red and he looks away shaking his head. "No, just a friend, I haven't seen her in years."

"You're the only person I know here!" you add as Utahime releases your hand. "It was a relief, for a second I thought I'd be spending this whole reunion trying to talk to strangers until I saw you, Nanami-Senpai."

“Well truth be told, I wasn’t looking forward to coming either, but I figured it’s good to make appearances in the Jujutsu world every now and then to let people know you're still alive.”

The 3 women laugh at Nanami’s words. “Well, cheers!” Shoko says, raising her glass and everyone follows suit to toast each other. 

“Well I think we should get to know each other better as women,” Utahime says, giving y/n a tender smile. 

“I agree,” Shoko says in a suggestively sultry voice that has your heart skip a beat. Surely they were just being friendly right? But even as you look at them you couldn’t help but realize how attractive they were, both tall, Utahime with her long hair secured with a cute little bow and Shoko with that mole near her eye.

“You wouldn’t mind us stealing her for a while, would you Nanamin?” Shoko asks him, unable to contain a grin at his surprise but he shakes his head no.

“Not at all. It’s great that people are socializing like this.”

“I’ll find you later Nanami-senpai.” You raise a hand in farewell as the other two women whisk you off into the crowd. Nanami empties his drink as he watches them take you away, looking slightly wistful. 

“I should’ve known better…”

*＊✿❀○❀✿＊*

You gasp softly as Shoko gently kisses your neck, tongue laving up and down the length as Utahime licks her way down your flushed body, teasingly licking your belly button.

“Look at all that blushing,” she comments to Shoko who has now started paying attention to your pert nipples. “So shy, so cute.” Utahime looks up at your flushed face.

“Senpai, I-” Your words catch in your mouth as Shoko softly swirls the hard bud with her tongue. 

“We thought you looked like a peach when we first laid eyes on you,” Shoko murmurs against your nipple. “It appears that you taste like one too.” She lays her tongue back to the bud and suckles as you whine softly.

“Senpai…I should find Nanami-”

Both women chuckle softly. “And do what, my dear? He’ll never know exactly what to do with something as succulent as yourself.”

“Men are nice,” Utahime concedes as she hooks a finger in the waistband of your panties and starts bringing them down your legs. “But women are just better.” She inhales deeply between your legs and you embarrassedly push back, coming into contact with the headboard. 

“Ssh…it’s ok sweet one. I know this is a little overwhelming.” Shoko says the words reassuringly and comes up to your face to pull your lips into a soft kiss. You melt against the tenderness of her mouth as Utahime gently massages your thighs with calming grips and strokes. 

“But trust me we are going to make you feel so much better than anything else you’ve ever felt before. Just be our sweet little peach hmm?” Shoko starts kissing her way down to your collarbone as Utahime starts giving the tiniest licks to your inner thighs, starting at the knees and going up deeper. Your body trembles under their combined ministrations, their voices softly cooing and awwing over your reactions. 

“Shoko, I think she liked what you did, lick her nipple again like that…yes…ohh look at how cute her face gets…”

Both their attention being wholly on you was a turn-on you hadn’t expected. You didn’t think you were into women but now almost 22 years of life decisions were being thrown out the window…

Utahime gives your thigh a soft pat. “Open for me please, sweet peach? Have to sample the nectar now…”

Your face flushes red as you hesitantly part your legs. With a soft wet pop, Shoko releases your nipple and comes up to cuddle your upper body, placing your head on her lap, and stroking her hands down your arms and shoulders. 

“Just a sample now, Utahime, don’t get greedy,” Shoko warns softly before brushing your hair away from your face. “How did we miss such a cute kohai like yourself?”

You’re about to answer but Utahime’s lips find your clit and give it a soft suck that has your hips rolling. A whine ripe with need leaves your lips and all you can see is Shoko’s face hovering above yours catching your every expression.

“That’s it y/n…we’ll take the best care of you…” Her lips descend to yours for another tender kiss as her fingers start to pinch your nipples again. 

Utahime licks a line up from your dripping core to your clit, then uses the flat of her tongue to cover the nub, licking at it like an ice cream cone. Your moans are lost in Shoko’s mouth as she continues flicking your nipples, your body writhing under their deliciously sweet care.

“You’re so cute like this y/n,” she murmurs. Utahime pops up from between your legs, lips moist with your arousal. 

“How is she?” Shoko asks, briefly leaving your side to scoot down towards Utahime. 

“So sweet. Incredibly sweet.” You watch with aroused fascination as Utahime pulls Shoko in for a kiss, your slick passing between them, tongues touching each other.

Shoko pulls away and licks her lips. “Delicious,” she whispers, looking at you hungrily. “My turn next.”

They switch and Utahime comes back up to your head while Shoko busies herself at your clit, her technique different from Utahime’s, a little quicker, with more urgency. You mewl, and Utahime quickly grips your hands so that you have something to hold on to. 

“That’s it, sweet girl…Let it out…”

Shoko delicately inserts her middle finger into your fluttering core, and hooks up into your belly, bringing you close to the edge. Your voice changes pitch as you arch off the bed.

“I-I’m gonna…” You can barely get the words out.

“Ssh…it’s ok pretty peach.” Utahime presses kisses to your cheeks and forehead. “Just let it happen naturally…no rush.”

Shoko’s tongue is sinfully dextrous and as she matches those movements with that delicate touch of her finger, you find yourself gasping from delight as she drives you to an intense orgasm, the kind that fills heat in your belly, makes smaller spasms start at the beginning as they grow longer and more potent, racking your body with gratuitous pleasure. 

The room fills with your sobs as you climax, both of them cooing at you, whispering soft encouragements, stroking your hair as you calm down. 

You feel Shoko settle down on one side and Utahime on other, sandwiching you in between their soft bodies. You never relized how comforting the feeling of pillowy breasts were until you were lazing on them. Shoko and Utahime hold hands above your head and kiss each other once more.

“Well that certainly beats the reunion party,” you mumble against Shoko’s bosom. Both women giggle at your sleepy words and snuggle comfortably together, warmth carrying you all to sleep. 

[sutaagaaru]

STAR BOY— BONUS #1: SHADES OF WINTER

౨ৎ synopsis: torugu guse is an author who has become a client under the Kaisen Literature Company, for their compilation of poems and short stories. it’s gojo satoru’s job to read it and come up with a design.

౨ৎ summary: gojo satoru reads the first poem in shades of winter.

author’s note: hi! so if you’ve been reading along with STAR BOY, i have created these short bonus chapters that break away from the actual story and are set in the past. it’s a prequel of sorts. you don’t have to read these to understand the main story, but it’s definitely a little insight into satoru’s life, and does tie into the main storyline from chapter 4 onwards. these bonus chapters will be every now and then, not regularly updated with STAR BOY. the reader from the main story is also not featured. it’s literally just about gojo. (and some others…) mwah, enjoy!

“our latest project needs to be read by everyone, by the end of the week. please relay this message to your staff, so we can begin the process of getting it out there next monday. thank you.” one of the board directors spoke, excusing himself from the room.

“what a drag. that whole meeting could have been summed up with an email. don’t you think, nanamin?” gojo satoru complained, as he usually did, to the stoic blond beside him.

“practically anything can be summed up into an email, gojo. but who wants to receive so many emails from their superior, especially if it’s out of work hours?” nanami kento mumbled dispassionately.

“whatever. what is this shades of winter, anyway?” i didn’t know poetry was trending these days.” satoru picked up one of the transcripts left in a pile on the boardroom table, quickly flicking through the pages.

“from what i’ve read, the author published one of their poems on a social media app and it picked up a lot of traction. jumbler, i think it was called.” nanami too picked up a copy of the transcript, immediately placing it in his briefcase.

“hah, you mean tumblr? keep up with the times nanamin. either way, i’m glad they’re all short. it makes them easier to read with my staff.”

“i’ve never understood why you read our projects that way. surely it’s much better and impactful to read it in the comforts of your home, alone.” nanami furrowed his brows.

“that’s only because you like being in your home alone. it’s boring doing it that way, that’s why we all read it together. besides, since these are all lame poems i can read them out loud, that way no one will fall asleep.” satoru took no notice of nanami’s incredulous expression.

“you may be surprised, they certainly aren’t ’lame.’ i managed to find one of torugu’s older works and they are truly beautiful. in any case, i suggest you head to your department. we all have work to do.” nanami exited the meeting room, while gojo stared at the transcript.

as if some stupid poems could surprise him.

shades of winter

ten years.

ten winters, all of different shades and full of pale faces.

i see a bed of snow,

and the twinkle of your eye,

and the shades and faces melt into the winter sky, ten years ago.

nine summers.

countless summer days, when the snow has long left the floor.

i see a burning sun,

and the warmth felt from your touch,

and then, i find, the cold emptiness has only just begun.

ten birthdays.

ten christmases.

ten rotations around the earth.

i feel myself slipping through the void, the endless, unlimited void, which has risen from your absence.

or my absence, i suppose.

when i close my sunken eyes,

i see a bluish hue,

it sort of looks like you.

ten years.

ten winters, all of vastly different shades.

the shades of winter, oh so intricate, yet dull.

duller than the summer days, than the void in my mind.

duller than that you-shaped hue flickering behind my sunken eyes.

will there be ten more years?

will i even remember the details of your face?

it’s too much to think. but the only thing i’m sure of

is i’ll see a bed of snow,

and i’ll begin to cry,

and i don’t know why

when it was a winter, ten years ago.

—torugu guse.

“the rhyme scheme is all over the place! is this really the project we’re working on this week? i mean, what does any of this even mean?” a member of the design staff commented.

“i think that’s kind of the point. the speaker is going through a heavy loss, and spiralling because of it, so they can’t even make sense of their words. that’s what i got from it.” another chimed into the debate.

“i agree, it’s like the speaker is stuck on this person, and even though it’s not clear if they died or just left, you can tell they’re still thinking about the day that person disappeared. what do you think, gojo-san?” someone asked.

but satoru could not speak. his eyes were glued to the page, bouncing back between the words.

“i think… i think we should read these in our own time.” satoru finally looked up, his voice uncharacteristically soft and solemn.

“what? we’ve never done that before, you always said it’s more fun to read together!”

“this is… nothing like i’ve ever read before. i- i’ll be right back, you guys can have a break. i’m just gonna- i’ll be back.” the man disappeared from the office, running to the bathroom.

satoru stared at his reflection in the mirror, his wide eyes and panicked expression looking unfamiliar to himself. that poem, for some reason, spoke to him in a way he couldn’t seem to accept. it was like a poignant reminder of the ache in his heart, a reminder of his worst days.

it was almost as if someone had scribbled down the inner workings of his brain, weaving in the hidden emotions that he kept locked away for his own good.

if the rest of the stories were like that… satoru was terrified to turn the page.

with urgency, satoru turned the water on and splashed his face.

who the fuck is torugu guse?

౨ৎ…!

author’s note: i feel like this could be really obvious or extremely confusing. either way, i hope this made some sense to you, and i sincerely hope you will enjoy this little bonus backstory while i continue to write STAR BOY.

by the way, yes i did write that poem myself… i am not claiming to be a poet but i kinda like how it turned out.

thanks for reading!

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[afortoru]

𝑺𝒄𝒐𝒐𝒑 𝑶𝒇 𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔

𝘚𝘶𝘮𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘺: 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖼𝗈𝗌𝗍𝗎𝗆𝖾𝗋, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗄 𝗁𝖾'𝗌 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺 𝖼𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗁 𝗎𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗅 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗏𝖾𝖺𝗅𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Genre: fluff, kinda slow burn, non canon au

Warnings: nsfw,smut, food play, mdni

Word count: 2.7k

A/n: This one's written for @h1karuhitach11ns summer job collab. I hope to write something for my beloved Satoru when I'll be back. Till then here's my dear Nanami, Julie my love I hope you'll like it <3 {@nanamikentoseyebags}

A/n pt.2: i don't write nsfw anymore!

You have been here since childhood, this peaceful part of Tokyo, the sea, the birds, the sand, the tourists have become a part of your life. You remember your childhood, when you'll get free ice cream because of this little ice cream shop your grandpa owned for a long time.

You also remembered his last words when he passed away when you were 20 years old.

"Do what makes you happy."

You remember how your other family members asked you to come to the City, find a job and get settled,instead of spending it in such a small town.

It took you a long time to realize what you wanted to do and where you wanted to stay. You went through all these multiple thoughts in your head all alone while you were still coping with his death.And you choose to stay. Stay right where you wanted to. This shop, this place is your childhood and after your grandpa passed away you decided to stay here forever and look after this shop that has always been a reason to smile in those low moments of your life.

You'll always sit on a little stool beside your grandpa and watch little kids with their parents, coming to the shop for a scoop of happiness.

Scoop of happiness. It was the name of your mini ice cream truck. You still smile thinking about those times, with your eyes glistening with a hint of sadness because you miss those times.

So here you are under the shade of your ice cream truck, scooping the happiness for kids and their parents. You love seeing the smile on their face when they taste their favorite flavors. Their satisfaction was your happiness.

"So which flavor do you want, Nanamin?", you looked up to this unfamiliar voice. They must be tourists here, you thought to yourself.

"I'll rather have a drink."

"Now don't be so silly and boring, Nanamin. Cmon it's so hot here, we gotta have something chill and sweet and ice cream is the best option."

This white haired guy is sure something else, chuckled thinking to yourself.

You watch these two men walk towards your little shop. You can tell the difference in their personalities just by that conversation you just heard.

"How can I help you, sir?" you politely asked.

"Hello pretty baby, how's your day going?", the white haired guy said, receiving a side eye from the blond.

"It's nice and sunny right now, I'm doing great. Thanks a lot for-" you were interrupted by him.

"No need for formalities sweetie, I'm Gojo Satoru and here's my friend Nanamin, think ya like him?"

You were taken back by his question but you tried maintaining your welcome smile."I can only tell ya the ice cream flavors I'll suggest to you sir, that's all" you said gaining a chuckle from Gojo.

"Sorry for his behavior, please tell us which flavor you suggest dear?" Gojo was interrupted by the blond.

"Sure sir!" you realized this Nanamin guy is kinda nice, at least than this white haired bastard.

Yes, that was your first expression of them. Blonde one is nice and polite and white haired one is a bit annoying but he's cute. And he keeps eating up the blond one. Nanami's expression says it all.

You recited them on your menu. They asked for the bestseller and they gave you a nice tip too.

You were satisfied with this duo's continuous visit to your truck. Soon they became your regular customers.

By this time you knew that Satoru-san can empty up your entire ice cream truck if Nanami-san won't stop this man child.

Their dynamic was very fun to watch. Gojo's antics and Nanami's apologetic look would always make you chuckle.

"Nanami, you sure you don't wanna join me today?" Satoru questioned from his driver's seat.

"No, I'm busy today."

"Busy? Or you are just too shy to meet Y/n-chan."

Nanami's eyes widened but thanks to his quick wits, he stopped himself from revealing too much to Gojo.

"Now don't tell me you don't like her, it's literally in your eyes. Bet she likes you too." Gojo proudly stated, like he's some love guru.

"Please don't embarrass Y/n-san with your useless thoughts. And no, there's nothing between us." He mentioned it with a stoic expression.

"But there could be, you know. Something could happen between you two, if you'll let me then-....hey Nanamin wait where are you going? Rude." Gojo pouted, watching Nanami just walk away while he wasn't done with teasing.

"So Nanami-san didn't join you today?" You curiously asked noticing Gojo all by himself today.

"Nah, you wanna know why?"

"Hm? No it's ok, he must be busy."

"He's out on a date with someone." Gojo teased by bringing his face closer to you.

"Oh! Nice, good for him." You said, giving him a sweet smile.

"Really? That's how you react? Ugh you two are just giving me a headache." Gojo said as he fake massaged his head.

You looked at him wondering how you and Nanami are gonna cause him a headache when he's the one, who always does this to Nanami. Poor Nanami-san.

Is he really going out with someone? I mean of course he will after all he's such a gentleman, any girl would easily be in love with him. But what about him? What kind of woman does he like? Would be like me…. what's wrong with you Y/n. You idiot, he'll be so embarrassed to know what I'm thinking about him.

You keep tossing around on your bed with thoughts filled with a blond man, who's just too good for you. At least that's what you think.

Well I guess, I might have a tiny crush on him.

With that, you close your eyes with a smile on your face as you slowly drift to sleep.

Next morning you wake up all happy and bubbly, was it the weather?

Maybe, more of a certain gentleman who loves mint chocolate. His choice was different and you will always laugh at Gojo's reaction to Nanami ordering it.

You were busy serving the kids who crowded around the truck, not noticing the tall figure walking towards your direction.

"Y/n-san, Good morning." Your eyes darted towards the familiar voice and your heart started beating faster. Why? Oh wait, you already answered it yesterday night. A crush. He's your crush now and not just a regular customer. So you realize having these games being played by your heart is normal.

"Hello! Nanami-san, which scoop of happiness you want today or the usual." Your words would always make him smile. What ray of sunshine you are. Nanami couldn't help but imagine how it would feel to be someone to you, how is it to be loved by you, how are you when you're not around everyone, do you still smile the same, do you…wait why is he thinking about you like this?

Is it possible that he too might have a crush on you. He realized his feelings pretty early towards you. Nanami never mentioned them to you because he just doesn't want to upset you. Why would you be upset though? He doesn't know he just doesn't want to let you down at this point.

"Nanami-san! What are you thinking about so deeply?" You snapped back to reality.

"Uh! Huh. Actually um, I'll have the usual."

You smiled at him, the same you did when you first met him with Gojo.

"Sure." There were a lot of kids this time, hovering around for ice cream. You gave him an apologetic look asking him to wait for a while.

Nanami just nodded, smiling back at you.

You were almost done serving the kids, finally looking up to your blond crush. Just then one of the kids turned around to walk away with his ice cream as he bumped into Nanami.

The kid looked up at him with a scared look already apologizing through his looks.

"I…I'm so..sorry-"

"Hey, it's ok. Don't worry, I won't tell your parents." Nanami winked with a smile to the kid, with both his hands on the kid's shoulder.

"And you'll also get another scoop of happiness since that one's all over on someone else." you said, offering another ice cream of the same flavor to the kid. He excitedly took it from your friends and started making his way back to his parents where his parents were waiting for him.

Nanami's shirt was smothered with chocolate ice cream. You shutted down the shop for a while and took him to your home. It was only a walking distance from the beach side.

He doesn't know it but you can at least help this bit to your crush. Nanami denied at first but he couldn't help but give up to your pleas.

Afterall who is he to decline his crush's offer when you pleaded with him so sweetly?

"This one! This one would fit you, maybe." You chuckled at your own confusion.

You gave him an oversized shirt, at least for you but you guessed it would fit him better.

Nanami is now in your washroom, cleaning himself up before putting on the pink shirt you gave him.

Your face beaming with happiness is all in his mind. He wondered what was your childhood like, was it all sunshine and candies or something about it that made you stronger. How is it you're so welcoming but still untouchable.

With all this going inside his head he came out of the washroom wearing your shirt.

You weren't in the room. He noticed the cute silly things you have used to decorate your bedroom. Not to mention your drawing room was so prettily decorated with small succulents with cutest vibes.

Nanami guessed that you know how to be happy with small things or he could say you love these things are enough to light up your life.

He walked towards the kitchen and noticed your figure against the counter.

"Oh! You're done already Nanami-san?

He just nodded with a gentle smile.

"Is the shirt ok, is it too tight?" You questioned.

"It's all ok Y/n-san. You don't have to worry about it. I'm thankful for your courtesy." he states walking towards you as he notices that you're making something.

He looked curiously at the things kept on the kitchen counter. A big bowl filled with some whipped cream, some chopped fruits, two cups with chocolate chips.

"Are you making something Y/n-san?" he guessed.

"Um yes. I was just experimenting some new flavor, here you wanna taste?" you asked, scooping the cream from the bowl and directing it towards him.

"Uh sure." Nanami tasted the cream and he noticed how your eyes were expecting him to like it.

"H..how is it?" You nervously asked. Why are you nervous, it's just something you were trying and wanted him to taste and give suggestions about it. Then why do you want him to like it? Why suddenly your heart started beating faster again?

You were so lost with these thoughts that you didn't notice Nanami's face was closer to yours until he lifted your chin with his right hand.

You noticed how beautiful this man is, is he a Greek God? If yes then what is this God doing here wearing your shirt and tasting your ice cream?

No,no. He's just Nanami-san, your regular customer or is he?

Oh he's your crush too, no wonder why are you so attracted to him.

Nanami leaned in to place his lips on your soft one's. You could feel the flavor on his lips.

Would it be sweeter if you tasted his tongue?

Your hands snaked around his neck pulling him closer. Before you could do it, Nanami's tongue was already asking you to let him in. So you did. You parted your lips letting him in. He held you by your waist, both of yours eyes shut. You couldn't believe this is happening but you can say that it did taste sweeter as you tasted his tongue.

Nanami pulled away and looked in your eyes, they were filled with longing. Longing for his love. He laid you on a kitchen counter quickly undressing you.

He slid down your pants, throwing it on the ground. Raising your long skirts he made his way towards your wet cunt.

You let him, if you want anyone to do this to you then it's him.

He was so intoxicated looking at you so wet for him, the smell was making him lose his senses.

Nanami slowly licks you, he keeps moving his tongue from the tip to the bottom of your wet pussy.

You started removing your skirt in frustration. You wanted to see him do things to you. You wanted him to see him how much you want him too.

"Argh! Take this down please."

Nanami did what you said. He's speechless with his own actions. Were you that irresistible? He should have asked you out properly but now this is happening he planned to ask you out later.

Your moans were just music to his ear. With the time being you were getting closer. One hand moving through his hair while one holding on the edge of the counter.

Your hand went towards the bowl of cream causing a sound. Nanami heard it and an idea came to his lovestruck mind.

You noticed him removing his mouth from your dripping cunt. You slightly opened your eyes which were closed when you were lost in the pleasure.

He held the bowl and scoop some cream with his two fingers dipping it in.

He smothered it on your pussy and started licking it like a hungry dog.

You couldn't help squirm around around his tongue.

"Nng Na..Nanami-san."

"Kento love, call me Kento."

You did as he said. Soon you got your high as you came all over his tongue.

He looked at your teary eyes as he came closer to your face kissing you softly stroking your hair.

"Na…kento what about you?"

"It's ok love, next time." He assured you as he held you close to himself.

"I fucking knew it! You two!" Gojo laughed.

You and Nanami were on your fourth date at a cute cafe. You both have no idea where he even came from.

"Hello Gojo-san. How-"

"No formalities sweetie. I knew you were a thing, you know Nanamin used to tell me how much he wants you since the first day we met you." He straight away joked about his friend.

"I'll leave you two alone now since you two are together finally. Yes!" He exclaimed like he achieved something. With that Gojo left the cafe, waving you two.

Nanami looked at you as he slowly brought his hands towards yours. He was in love with you and you too. There were no need to exchange any words between you both.

Nanami found his happiness in you and vice versa.

"I love you Y/n. I'd like to share my scoop of happiness with you."

When did he start using these corny lines? It doesn't matter because you love them anyway.

"I love you too, my mint flavor crush. Coincidence we have the same idea about sharing the scoop of happiness of life's."

Nanami's eyes widened in surprise. You two finally have your feelings for each other known.

You move your face towards him as if to give him a kiss. That's what Nanami thought as he too moved closer to you, closing his eyes.

A spoon!?

"Mm, wha-?" Nanami's eyes widened in disbelief.

"A scoop. A scoop of happiness for ya." You replied, laughing at his reaction. He's disheartened to have a spoon of ice cream fed by you, instead of a kiss but Nanami being Nanami, he moved his hand behind your head gently pushing your face towards his for a kiss.

You were a bit taken back with his sudden boldness but you love how he surprises you with something new in him every time you two meet.

You wish, actually you know that this scoop of life is something you two are going to share always and forever.

I hope you guys like it, I tried. If any suggestions then I'm all ears! <3

[therabbitthatpostthings]

There’s something wrong with Mr.Nanami.

Idle gossip wasn’t your thing, grading papers and preparing for tests took precedence over listening to your co-workers babble on. Even when that gossip was coming from Satoru. As much as you loved him, he had a flair for the dramatics. Especially at Mr.Nanami’s expense.

You didn’t really know anything about Mr.Nanami. He apparently graduated under Satoru. Though that made you his superior, you never felt like it. He has worked at this university far longer than you have. He taught in the same classroom everyday, every year. Students revered him and staff admired him. That made sense, Mr.Nanami was very admirable.

Yet you couldn’t shake that feeling. The way he always wore tailored suits even in the hottest summers. He arrived before sunrise at exactly 6am and left before sunset at 5:30pm. His car windows were tinted and so were his glasses (admittedly so was Satoru’s but, he was Satoru. This is Mr.Nanami).

Satoru and the staff weren’t the only ones with stories. There wasn’t a student on campus that didn’t have some sort of theory about Mr.Nanami. Some said he has a secret family he’s keeping hidden. Others think a student is one of his kids. Some say Mr.Nanami and Satoru are exes. Others say Mr.Nanami is planning on killing Satoru.

Out of all the theories that seemed the most true. Some said he's an ex-crime lord. One girl even said he’s a monster. You would roll your eyes at the notion. Even university students could still be this immature. The census remained though. Something was off about him in a way one cannot place right.

No matter what you thought about it now when there was work to be done. You stood up from your desk cracking your back in the process. The pitter-patter of the rain softly filled the empty classroom. It seemed the rain dismissed the extra help session for you. If the students are gone, you should. Your work had been done hours ago anyway. Gathering yourself you headed for the teachers lounge to sort your documents. The building was eerily quiet. “Was I the only extra help that stayed this late?” You thought. Darker clouds rolled in, casting the hallway in shadows.

As you approached the room you could hear muffled voices. Two voices. “Ah, what’s the magic word?”

That was definitely Satoru. You felt a weight lift off your chest. Of course it’s Satoru. He would be here probably teasing Utahime and inadvertently scaring you. You sighed in relief going for the doorknob when another voice spoke.

“Dammit Gojo I’ll drain you right now!”

That’s a man’s voice…that’s Mr.Nanami’s voice. He sounds so angry. Is Satoru annoying him?

“I’m helping you Nanamin,” Satoru cooed. “You could at least be a little nicer to me.”

You kneeled down to get a better look in the room. The book cart blocked their view of the door but you could make out their head and shoulders from between the slats. You knew Mr.Nanami had dark brown eyes, you had seen so in Satoru’s highschool pictures, yet now they looked bright. Almost like they were glowing. You could see his expression change from annoyance to anger. His glare could kill and Satoru was definitely the target. His voice was laced with venom, “Please give me your arm Gojo.”

Satoru cheerily obliged. Mr.Nanami grabbed his arm and brought it up to his mouth. Gojo let out a pained groan, “Take it easy Nanamin.”

Mr.Nanami seemed to ignore this and you watched him gulp down blood from Satoru’s arm. You sat there frozen in fear, in an awkward squat in the middle of the hallway. His glowing eyes opened again and glanced in your direction. He released himself from Gojo’s arm. He flicked his tongue over his bloody fangs and red lips, never once averting his gaze.

“Jeez at least say thank you or buy me a meal.” Satoru whined. He licked the rest of the blood off his arm, his own fangs poking out. “You’re not even listening.”

Nanami’s eyes finally left your direction and quickly huddled back against the wall. Your heart was racing. Any louder the two would hear it, hell they probably can! They could be walking over right now- just on the other side of that door. A loud crack of lightning shocked some life back into you as you grabbed your bag and ran for the building’s back door. Not stopping until you made it all the way to the parking lot and into your car. You somehow didn’t get caught for speeding. It was hard sleeping that night. And that weekend. By Monday morning you were still slightly erratic but holding yourself together pretty well. Since you didn’t drop the files off, you headed straight for your class.

“Good Morning (L/N).”

You stopped dead in your tracks, terrified to look at him. It felt like the world stopped and everyone disappeared. That same unnerving feeling came back. He stood leaned against the doorframe, dressed in his typical tailored suit and combed back hair. Today though, his glasses hung low on his nose letting you look directly in his eyes. Those brown eyes that haunted you over the last few days.

“G-Good Morning, Mr.Nanami.” You put on your nicest smile and tried to sound cheerful.

He gave a “hmm” of approval and turned back to his classroom. You let out a breath and walked, much faster, to your classroom. Fingers shaking as you struggled to unlock the door. The key banged against the lock and fell which somehow scared you even more. Less than 3 hours into your morning and you already want to go home.

“Wow you look awful.” Satoru bent down to pick up your keys. You took them from his hands and hurriedly unlocked the door.

“It’s been a rough weekend for me.” You replied.

“Ooh~” He teased “Hot date? Did you see something cool?”

“No, nothing like that Satoru,” You groaned, easing into the chair.

“Or,” He grabbed the armrest and spun your chair around. “Did you see something you weren’t supposed to see?” He leaned over the desk, obstructing your view from anyone who walked past your door. His tone was condescending low.

“N-No-”

“N-N-N-N-No?” He mocked in a sweet voice. “Don’t worry (Y/N), I won’t let anyone hurt you. Okay?”

“Y-Yeah.”

He gave a toothy smile and waved off to his classroom. You sat in stunned silence, staring at the door. You were almost expecting Mr.Nanami to walk in but that didn’t matter now. The rumors were true, something was wrong with Mr.Nanami. You knew what it was.

And he knew that you knew as well.

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well, Part 11

{"And then I learned the truth; How everything good in life seems to lead back to you."}

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

Part 1 Part 12

Miho lazily opened her eyes, closing them wearily in the weak morning sunlight. A body was lying partially on top of her, warm with a chest that rose and fell steadily. Against her back was another body. Two arms wrapped around her. She opened her eyes.

Satoru slept with his head on her chest and his arm around her waist. Long, white eyelashes tickled her skin. She carefully turned her head. Suguru slept behind her, one arm under her pillow and the other draped over his face. In between them was Miho, warm and cozy and content. Despite being a little squished. In that moment, in the early hours of the morning, she found that she had never felt more like she belonged somewhere.

An abrupt knock sent them flying off the bed like spooked cats.

"Miho! Miho, are you awake?" Shoko's muffled voice shouted from the other side.

The three of them stood in various poses, frozen. Miho cleared her voice.

"Y-Yeah! Just woke up!"

"Let me in, will you? It's freezing out here!"

"Uh," Miho looked around frantically.

Satoru waved at her aggressively, telling her to send Shoko away. Miho gestured at the door just as aggressively. She couldn't do that, Shoko would get suspicious. Suguru sighed and tried to motion his hands in a way to get them to calm down.

"Miho?" Shoko asked cautiously.

"Yeah I'm here! Just give me a sec to get dressed!" Miho said quickly, grabbing her sweatshirt and leggings. She mouthed 'hide!' to the two boys before pulling her dress over her head.

Satoru nearly choked on his spit, slapping his hands over his eyes. Suguru quickly turned away, looking for a place to take cover.

"Have you seen Geto or Gojo?" Shoko asked, holding up her phone as Miho let her in, "Neither of them will answer their cells."

She walked in to a notably empty room. Miho crossed her arms, hoping her friend wouldn't notice the foot sticking out from under the bed. Or the white haired boy pressed against her ceiling.

"I haven't," Miho said casually.

A sudden loud buzzing sound made them jump.

Suguru's red phone was vibrating on the bedside table, next to Satoru's glasses.

Shoko raised her eyebrows and looked over at Miho. The brunette's mouth flopped open. "Um, I mean, they stopped by last night. Suguru must have left his phone."

"Uh huh..." Shoko said, unconvinced. "Well, if you see them, tell them to hurry up and come on. We're all training outside today."

After she left, Satoru dropped down from the ceiling gently, rubbing the back of his head. Suguru squeezed out from under Miho's bed.

"So much for being subtle," he said, chuckling.

---

Miho hit the ground directly on her back. The force knocked the wind from her and she began to choke . She doubled over, gasping for breath. Her arm was throbbing. Kento had only struck her with a bokken, but it felt like it broke her arm. The ground below her was cold and hard.

"Whoa!" Yu laughed nearby, "Go easy on her!"

"Miho! Are you alright?" Kento asked, rushing over to her.

He grabbed her arm and helped her into a sitting position. Miho smiled and waved away his worry.

"I'm fine, really. You've gotten so much stronger, Nanamin! That Ratio technique is impressive!"

"Don't call me that," he muttered, "Want me to grab Shoko?"

Shoko was sitting down at the edge of the grass, reading a book. Miho shook her head and stood. The sun was directly overhead. It's warmth on her skin, the way the ground felt below her, the dull ache in her body from training. Her friends laughing and joking with each other. Even though it was almost too cold to train outside, She had never felt so alive.

"Everyone out of the way!"

The shout came from behind them. Suguru and Satoru were coming down the hill on a bike, going faster than perhaps anyone should. Suguru was trying to steer. Satoru had one arm in the air, the other wrapped around Suguru's neck. He let out a joyful cry.

"Watch out!" Suguru called.

Kento barely grabbed Miho out of the way as the bike barreled past, bouncing off the track pavement. She tripped over his leg, sending them both back to the ground.

"Watch it!" Shoko snapped, "You two are gonna kill someone!"

All they could hear was the laughter growing fainter as they went on past the field, into the woods.

"Oh shit," Miho said, "They're gonna crash."

Shoko groaned and set down her book to follow Miho and the others as they raced to find the out of control bike.

---

They did in fact crash.

Suguru and Satoru sat at the bottom of the tree their bike was presently wrapped around, both faces flush in a fit of laughter. Satoru didn't think he had ever laughed so hard. His ribs ached with the convulsions.

"I think we can go faster," he said to Suguru, watching as his friends appeared at the edge of the woods.

Miho was jogging over to them. These days the smile never seemed to fall from her lips. Satoru's smile ceased as he watched her approach.

Yu tripped over a root.

"Remember when we first became friends?" Suguru said suddenly, watching his girlfriend stop to help the underclassmen up. "When we talked about what we'd do if we were ever interested in the same girl?"

Without thinking, Satoru snorted and said, "That we'd both date her?"

Silence.

He snapped his head over to his friend. Suguru was simply looking at him. Waiting for him to get it.

"You're joking with me."

"I'm not."

"Sugu- What- Are you serious?"

Suguru shrugged, looking back at their friends, "I've been thinking about it... Maybe we should talk to Miho. What do you think?"

Heat flooded Satoru's face. True, the thought had also crossed his mind. More than once. They'd experimented together some before, enough for Satoru to know exactly where Suguru stood. Since they both had little concern for gender, what was really stopping them from pursuing Miho at the same time?

"Absolutely-" Satoru began.

"Are you guys alright?" Miho asked as she came over, breathless.

She bent down to rest her hands on her knees while she caught her breath.

"We're fine," Suguru said, chuckling. "Is Yu okay?"

"Oh, yeah, Shoko's looking at him. He's got terrible luck," Miho laughed, looking over to where Kento and Shoko were checking on him, "He smacked his head on the ground, but he's okay."

Satoru allowed his gaze to wander them both. Together, they really made an attractive couple, even beyond his separate attraction to both. He was prepared for her to say no, to think it was weird. He didn't know her well enough to know how she felt about those types of things. But she'd slept in bed with both of them at the same time and didn't seemed phased.

If she was willing, they would find a way to make it work.

Part 10 Part 12

[rinzsu]

cw. nanami kento x gender neutral reader, 0.5k wc, angst to fluff,reader calls themselve selfish once wherein your lovely boyfriend sings you a lullaby

the sky was aglitter with stars, as though the heavens were trying to distract from the absence of the moon. you had been laying here for a while now, restless, as you stared up into the inky airspace through your open bedroom window.

a series of rhythmic ticks and tocks echoes throughout the starlit room, the sound of time and progress, marking the passing of each moment and hour without him, his absence making you agitated.

it’s way past midnight and normally nanami would be home by now, sleeping soundly next to you as his shallow breaths and silent snores fill the room.

but this isn’t normal, and the empty spot on the untouched sheets to your left serves as a reminder that he is out there, fighting wretched curses for the sake of society, for you.

and yet here you are, complaining about his absence, resting peacefully in your shared bed as he risks his life each night over and over again. how utterly selfish of you.

the sudden buzz of your phone catches your attention, diverting your consciousness from your previous thoughts as you gently lift the vibrating device from your nightstand. your breath hitches before a hasty wave of relief crashes down upon you.

incoming call from nanamin♡

it takes you three rings to pick up, nine seconds before you press the little green button on the screen before the shrill, reverberated rhythm turns into soft breathing on the other end of the line. 

“..you weren’t supposed to pick up”

there’s a pause before he speaks up again, and you know full well that he’s trying really hard to swallow yet another reprimand about bedtime. you chortle silently to yourself at the mental image of his slightly furrowed eyebrows.

he clears his throat before continuing.

“well.. since you picked up i‘m letting you know that i‘ll be gone for a little longer”

you sigh, before muttering a silent “okay”. 

“you know i hate staying away from you too, and working overtime, but i need to get this done beforehand.”

it’s silent again, neither of you dares to speak up for another ten seconds before you hear someone calling your lover's name in the background.

“well.. i guess it’s time for you to-”

“you can’t sleep can you?”

you smile, sheepishly nodding your head as you give a little hum like he can actually see you. 

silence settles upon you two for the nth time tonight and you’re about to bid nanami good night before he unexpectedly starts humming the tunes of ‘you are my sunshine’.

“..you are my sunshine, my only sunshine”

your boyfriend is far from the best singer, that much you know, and it doesn’t help that the way he tries to keep as quiet as possible makes his voice sound way more hoarse than it actually is. 

and yet, there’s something comforting about the way he continues to miss the lullaby's actual rhythm and leaves out certain phrases.

“..you make me happy~ when skies are grey”

it’s ironic, really, how even just this, a tiny scrape of kento nanami, can lull you into the depths of slumber.

and so, you listen on to his little song as his voice slowly starts to grow more distant, the last lines of the song fusing into sole incoherent whispering. 

©️ rinsque— do not plagiarise nor repost anything on any other platform.