#jjk nanami

[swytdoll]

୨୧thinking about drunk!nanami who can’t help but bury his cock in his sleeping wife after a night out :(

kento had never particularly enjoyed social outings. he preferred the comfort of his home, where he could indulge in classic films, immerse himself in literature, and savor a home cooked meal. he found that people were exhausting, and that he had trouble dealing with them. but you, his lovely wife, insisted that he loosen up, give in to gojo and geto’s plea for a boys night out. thus, with some reluctance, nanami consented, and now, several hours later, he was unsteadily navigating the dimly lit apartment he shared with you, making his way toward the bedroom.

gently, he opened the door and shut it softly behind him, making his way to the bed where you lay peacefully asleep. one knee drawn up towards your chest, the blankets twisted around your legs, giving him an unobstructed view of your pussy, your thighs, your belly. your hair fanned out across the pillows, and a soft snore escaped your lips as your mouth hung slightly open. the sight warmed his heart, and he stepped closer. taking a seat at the edge of the bed, he slipped off his shoes and clothes leaving only his underwear on before sliding under the covers next to you, instinctively curling up against your back.

he inhaled deeply, breathing in your scent, a greedy whine fumbling from his mouth. it had been too long. you had been out of town, and the second you had stepped foot back into the house, you had collapsed, completely exhausted. kento had felt bad, so he had simply helped you into bed, and left you to rest. now though, he was desperate for you, his hands moving underneath the oversized shirt you had fallen asleep in, finding your bare breasts. a soft moan ripping from his throat as he groped you, leaning down, pressing sloppy kisses against your throat. “my beautiful girl. . . my w-wife.”

you stirred and sighed, shifting underneath his palms, but remained asleep. nanami's mouth traveled down to your neck, where he sucked a mark onto the soft skin there. “need you s’bad, you wouldn’t mind . . . right?” he slurred, voice rough, thick with lust and desire. gently he peeled the covers off of the two of you, your face twisting at the newfound chill. “s’okay. . .i’ll warm you, p-promise.” a hiccup, followed by cold hands reaching down to tug the shirt you wore up. you’re completely naked, and nanami's eyes rake hungrily over your form.

he full on makes out with your pussy, occasionally dipping his tongue inside of you, moaning as the taste of your wetness met his tongue. soft groans fill the room as he licks at you, his heavy balls aching as a hand fell into his hair, your hand. he could die happily as your thighs tighten around his head involuntarily. groggily, he peers up, and realizes that you’re still asleep, but you had begun to rub yourself against his mouth, muscle memory searching for pleasure. “humph.” kento huffs, pulling your puffy clit into his mouth, grazing the flesh with his teeth.

high pitched whines erupt from your chest, hips rolling over his face. kento figures you’re having a wet dream, your grip on his hair now painful. but despite the sting in his scalp, he can’t but moan loudly into your cunt, muffled by the way you stuff his face full of pussy. kento was drunk, but he wasn't so far gone that he couldn't please you. he was nothing if not an excellent lover, and this was something he knew well. so, he knew you were close, could tell by the way your body trembled beneath him. carefully kento lifted the hood above your clit up, swirling his tongue against the quivering bud, your hips jerked violently as you came with a cry.

your thighs clamped around his head, trapping him between them. this spurs the man on, tongue working faster to lap up your release. you’re crying out softly, voice weak, full of exhaustion and sleepiness. when he finally pulls away, his face glistens with your essence. a lopsided smile tugs at his lips at seeing how wet he’s got you, hand wiping at his mouth with the back of his hand.

he knew that he wasn't going to last as he nestled between your plush thighs. it was the alcohol, and the fact that it had been too long. he was aching, and all he wanted to do was be buried inside of you. he doesn't even realize he's doing it, until his cock is sliding through your wet folds, and he's pushing inside of your warmth. he curses feeling gummy walls flutter around him, you whimpered, shifting underneath him. he’s gentle, despite his drunken state, and he slowly moves his hips, rocking them into yours. he notices the change in your breathing pattern, the sudden shift of your husband’s cock splitting you increasing your heart rate.

you look so peaceful, even with your brows furrowed as you try and fight against the sleep. “oh—feels so good, fuck, i love being inside of you. so wet, mmm, can't help myself, baby. been too long, needed this so bad. needed you, needed to be inside of you. feels good, don't stop—fuck, so perfect. made just for me, weren't you? my sweet girl, my good girl,” he’s a babbling, rambling mess.

the lewd squelch of your pussy around him is loud, sending him into overdrive. kento’s eyes are glazed over with lust, mouth slack as he gawks at your bouncing breasts. large hands firm on your hips, fingers digging into your flesh. the sensation was intoxicating. he’s so deep inside you, budge visible in the slight distention of your stomach.

his pace is punishing now, fucking into you with a force that had your entire body trembling. he doesn’t mean to be so rough. . . but god, you feel amazing.

another whimper from you, head turning, hair falling across the pillow. your body is limp, pliable and nanami moans, taking what he wants. a thick layer of cream covers his cock, and he feels dizzy, light headed. his head spins, and his eyes fall closed as he loses himself in you. “god,” he leans forward, resting on the pillow next to yours. the scent of your shampoo and perfume, only serves to make him feel drunker.

his orgasm is almost painful, cum stuffing you, coating your walls. a drawn out whine spills from him his lips as his cock jerks inside of you, and he continues to thrust, riding out his orgasm. his glossy eyes are closed, and he pants heavily. finally, his hips slow, and his body stops, slumping on top of yours.

his softening cock still rests inside of you, and he can't be bothered to pull out. he presses a lazy kiss to your neck, and pulls the covers back up over the two of you. your hair tickling his nose as he nuzzles against you, "i wuv you, d-don't go anywhere again, okay?"

he presses another kiss to your neck, and wraps his arms around you. the man’s head is swimming, and his eyes are heavy. he's tired, and all he wants is to stay buried inside of you. so that's exactly what he does.

when the two of you wake up the next morning, you're sore, and nanami is mortified, and apologizes profusely, begging for forgiveness. you wave him off and smile, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “just wake me up next time, yeah?”

[rebelssvy]

addicted ✧.*

nanami x reader ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

added twt links !!!

summary: nanami was going out of town and had you recreate his fave porn so he could record. a little spanking, sex, oral sex fem receiving, he finishes in u.

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this came from an ask. i am working on the second part of it now, ukai version. save urself. this was also my first full jjk fic!!! lmk what u think

nanami had an actual problem. he was addicted to your pussy.

he was going on a mission soon, and the though of not having you clamping down on his cock every night brought him close to tears. he’s never been this emotionally distraught in his life. finally an idea struck his mind.

“my love?” he said as you two were cuddling in bed. your wine glass was on the counter next to you. deeply immersed in his love you lazily turned to face him.

“yes?” your voice alone did things to him. ungodly things. things that made him go heavy in the head.

“my mission is coming up soon and… i just keep thinking about how much im gonna miss you.” he said rolling over to put his head in the pillows. arm still draped over you.

you could tell the man was in heat. he was always so obvious with it. the way he would get al obsessed with you. and trust me he’s always obsessed with you. there was no doubt in your mind that he loved you. but there was somthing different about the way he yearned for you.

he was truly irresistible though.

“baby?” you tapped him on the shoulder to look up at you. his face was all flushed and his hair was ragged. fuck. he was perfect.

“hmm?” he mumbled, all drawn out. the next words that were going to come out of you were going to be truly shocking to him.

“wanna fuck me and record it for when you go away?” the smile on your face was blinding as you watched his entire demeanor change.

“fuckk babe that was the sexiest thing you’ve ever said.” he said before instantly pulling out his phone. you stopped him short.

“mmhmh not yet baby… first.. lets get some inspiration.” taking his phone out of his hands. you unlocked it and went straight to the compilation of porn he had ‘hidden’ on his phone. you knew where it was a week into dating him. only just recently have you been sending eachother videos labeled ‘when r we trying this?’

excitement filled your gut. all of your body stood on end as you scrolled though his personal collection. all his kinks, all his thoughts and secrets on a screen.

some of the videos added were new. you hadn’t seen them before. like this one of a girl practically jumping up and down on her bfs dick. fuck. that shit was hot. “i imagined fuckin you like that… after work and i come home an ur al hot f’me.” he slurred like he was drunk. but he was just drunk off your pussy. not even close to touching you and he was al riled up like a dog in heat.

the next one was foul. a girl chained up to a chair as the man had his cock buried in her underwear. pinching her clit tight and smacking her ass. you didn’t know he watched stuff like this. especially since he was normally all vanilla with you. his voice rang out in your ears when he spoke. “i’m sorry darling that one…. isn’t like me. i just can’t get it out of my head though… my pretty girl all tied up to my desk in my office… fuckkk. god let me touch you.” the way he rambled on you knew he was way past his limit.

you went to set his phone down but he cut you off. “no. keep watching. i’m gonna play with you and your gonna keep watching porn. got that?” you gasped at how demanding he was. he really truly normally wasn’t like this. it was.. hot.

“okay…” you said, hesitant.

you scrolled as he kissed and licked all your open skin. taking his sweet his taking off your undergarments. when you were fully naked he spent several seconds just staring at you before touching you. your wettness pooled as he then spread your legs. looking the most eager he ever has he licked your pussy. smacking on your clit and tounge fucking you.

“keep watching my phone baby.” he said into your sloppy cunt. brining two fingers to your hole, before putting them in.

it was hard to concentrate on the, man 69 his girl. when nanami was groaning under you. just from your taste. you forcefully pried your eyes back onto the screen.

you gasped when you came across a video so unholy you tightened around his fingers. “fuck me like this! please an- and record it! pleasee babe…” you held up the video to him, a girl getting so pounded her face was pushed into the couch.

he groaned under you. “fuck babe… i have dreamt of doing that to you. fuckin ur pussy al raw…” he mumbled to himself before pulling you into a missionary position. it was more intimate. you didn’t mind. but you wanted to be fucked tonight.

he pulled out his phone, his demeanor changed. suddenly, a fire filled his eyes. slapping his stop on your clit. he recorded everything. your face, your body, your wet fucking cunt. god. you needed him.

“please… i need ur cock…” you were suddenly camera shy. you didn’t know how to act anymore.

“want it so fuckin bad…?” he mumbled before shoving himself balls deep into you. the movement was harsh. your back arched into him. he was girthy. sometimes he was too much. you screamed out. not looking at the camera.

“…look at me baby..” he mumbled, phone in hand pounding into you. you let your head fall back.

“when i say look at the camera..” his voice was sharper, before he laid a soft little slap on your spred pussy. “- u fuckin look at the camera.” that movement awoke somthing in you.

“fuck na-! harder. slap me harder.” you moaned out. as if he wasn’t already balls deep in your sopping cunt.. he pounded you at rapid speed now.

almost like that angle wasn’t enough, he turned out over onto your face, ass up, like the girl in the video.

“fuck me! nanami~ fuck i’m gonna miss your fat cock…!” you moaned out to him. the words went straight to his cock and he fucked you like it.

his pace changed rapidly, grabbing into on of your arms with his free hand, he propped the camera up with the other. getting a clear view of you taking his cock like his little doll. you watched in the phones reflection of you getting pounded. your wet pussy getting torn apart.

it was all overwhelming you came on his cock without recognizing. the pressure was too great. it was too much. you were approaching your second orgasm. you went to warn him but no words came out of your mouth. just moans and gasps. plowing for your second orgasm, the way your tight pussy clenched on his fat fucking cock made him burie his load deep in your cunt. his liquid filled u up to the brim. almost too fucked out to hear his ple’s behind you.

“god y’ur so fuckin perfect.. this pussy- all mine. fuck yes all mine…” he mumbled over and over.

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ukai ver. soon…

[tojislovergirl]

stretch marks ft. jjk men

with special guest…HIGURUMA

synopsis: based on this ask

cw: poor self image, a little suggestiveness, angst with comfort, not proofread

a/n: requests are open :P also the geto oneshot is out now just in case you missed it!

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

nanami is two seconds away from leaving.

he should’ve known this would happen. should’ve known. because when gojo says, let’s grab a drink, what he really means is, let’s make nanami’s life miserable for sport.

“so, you’re telling me,” gojo says, draped over the bar like he owns the place, “that in all the years i’ve known you, i have never seen you flirt with a woman?”

nanami exhales slowly. “i don’t see why that matters.”

“it matters because you’re pushing thirty and still single.”

nanami doesn’t react. because technically, he’s not single. but that’s a secret. a very well-kept secret.

it was your idea, really. something about keeping things professional, avoiding unwanted attention, whatever. nanami agreed because he values your privacy—and also because he likes having you all to himself, away from nosy colleagues and meddling friends.

one very specific meddling friend, currently running his mouth.

“good thing i’m here,” gojo continues. “i happen to be an excellent wingman.”

nanami pinches the bridge of his nose. “gojo—”

you, on the other hand, are having the time of your life.

you sit a few seats away, sipping your drink and watching in pure amusement as gojo continues his self-appointed mission: finding nanami a date.

“alright, what about her?” gojo leans in, nodding towards a woman across the bar. “she’s cute, right?”

nanami doesn’t even look up from his whiskey. “not interested.”

“tch.” gojo clicks his tongue. “fine. what about her?” he gestures to another woman, this one already eyeing nanami with interest. “she looks like she reads. you love that boring intellectual stuff.”

nanami takes a slow sip of his drink. “still not interested.”

you stifle a laugh behind your glass. gojo, however, is undeterred.

“okay, okay,” he says, scanning the room. “i will find you a girlfriend tonight.”

nanami sighs. “i do not need—”

“oh! her. final offer. she’s perfect.”

gojo points to a woman sitting at the end of the bar. tall, elegant, the type nanami might have considered—if he weren’t already taken.

“go talk to her,” gojo urges.

“no.”

“why not?”

“because i don’t want to.”

“ugh.” gojo slumps against the bar. “you’re impossible.”

you’re fully laughing now, covering your mouth to muffle the sound. nanami sends you a dry look, but you can see the slight twitch of his lips.

this has gone on long enough.

so, while gojo sulks and nanami drinks, you casually lean over and press a kiss to nanami’s cheek.

gojo chokes.

nanami, unfazed, simply sets his glass down.

you pull back, meeting gojo’s stunned expression with a smirk.

“he’s taken, gojo,” you say. “has been for over a year.”

gojo stares. “what?!”

you shrug. nanami simply takes another sip of his whiskey, looking more content than he has all night.

“you—you two—” gojo points between you, eyes wide. “this whole time?!”

“yes.” nanami says.

“and you didn’t tell me?!”

“no.” you say.

gojo groans, collapsing against the bar like he’s been personally victimized. “i can’t believe this. my own best friend. my own colleague. deceived.”

“you’ll live,” nanami replies dryly.

gojo pouts. “i need a drink.”

“so do i.” nanami mutters.

you just grin, raising your glass in victory.

[ayyy-pee]

i am literally baffled that this thing has almost 10k notes omfgggg

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[slvttyplum]

“and soon as i press record, she gon' fuck me on cam.”

nanami may not look like it, but he was a little freak. folding, flipping and twisting you up like a rag filled with water that he had to squeeze out then manhandling you pushing you into positions you’ve never heard of. 

those were the tame things, something you could giggle and relive while you talked with your friends over lunch, at least to his standards.

what he really started to like was recording you. 

yes, sex tapes have become somewhat normalized, but nanami thought it was taboo to record such things, but he loved it so much.

this man could work a camera like the back of his hand. no, not a phone camera; we're not talking about beyoncé's video phone but instead a camcorder.

he was taking it old school, the strap firmly on his knuckles and everything; this man was serious.

nanami didn't trust recording anything on his phone, especially with his clumsiness; one wrong move and you getting bent over the couch armrest was accidentally sent to his coworker.

he didn’t want to miss a beat; he wanted to make sure this was filmed and kept only for him and you to see, plus it was something about the grainy screen that made everything sexier. 

his voice could be heard behind the camera in a low voice telling you what position to get into and lightly pressing the button on the camera zooming onto your ass. 

“yeah, just like that.”

the main focus point was you; the camera was never on him, and he even tried not to moan as much in the recordings. 

these were for him to look back on and either admire your gorgeous face and the way your moans sunk into his ears like honey or jerk off, really no in between for him. 

this was a man on a mission.

all he wanted to do was look at you; that’s why you never watched them back with him because they were of your face while he fucked you. 

“no come back, you look amazing.” he made sure to tell you every time, reassuring you after he stopped recording that you looked great. 

the whole recording thing wasn’t up your alley, but once you saw the old-ass camcorder, it eased your nerves a little. 

“amuse me; you don’t even have to look into the camera; act like it’s not even there.” 

a soft smile on his face as he looks at you directly in the eye, adjusting his glasses as he rubs his hand over your sides, and amuse him you did because he couldn’t get enough. 

this damn camcorder made both of you fuck like rabbits; it was something so erotic about recording an act between two lovers. 

nanami would be inches deep inside of you having your eyes going every which way while you spasmed around his dick telling you to smile for the camera. 

“let me see that pretty smile, just like that. good job.” 

this man knew what he was doing, but he just had to get some shots of you fucked out of your mind, another reason why you didn’t watch the recordings. 

sometimes it was his favorite pastime when he drank a little too much, watching the little screen of your dewy face scrunch up in such a lewd manner, making him want to fuck you all over again.

[ivoraic]

JJK Men when they're OBSESSED with You.

featuring: Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Choso, Sukuna, Toji

a/n: just some fluffy (and not so fluffy) headcanons of the jjk men being smitten for you. enjoy ♡

Nanami Kento

Pretends he’s not obsessed, but it’s so obvious in the way he adjusts his entire schedule around you. (You’re the one thing in his life that doesn’t follow a schedule, but he can always make time for you.)

Knows things about you that you don't even remember telling him. Your childhood pet’s name? Your favorite snack from five years ago? The exact way your face twitches when you try not to laugh? He doesn’t just notice, he catalogs it in his mind.

Fixes problems before you even notice them. Something at work stressing you out? Magically resolved. Bills piling up? Suddenly paid. Annoying guy won’t stop texting you? He handled it. (Should you be worried...?)

“I wouldn’t call it obsession. I’d call it making sure you’re taken care of.”

Geto Suguru

The smoothest obsession. He’s calm, calculated, and charming, but know that everything he does is meant to draw you deeper into his orbit.

Lowkey stalks you… but in a way that seems completely normal. Oh, you’re going to that cafe? He just happens to be there too. Oh, you’re walking home? Well, what a coincidence, so is he.

Has a way of making you feel like you’re the only person who understands him, like you’re his one exception in a world full of disappointments. Always treats you like you’re a rare, delicate thing.

“I wouldn’t say I’m obsessed. But I would say that I’ve considered every possible way to make sure you never leave my side.”

Choso

The softest obsession. Absolutely no self-awareness about how deep it runs. He just thinks it’s normal to want to be with you all the time, to always position himself within arm’s reach, to instinctively follow you whenever you leave a room.

Textbook definition of loyalty. If someone so much as raises their voice at you, he’s already on his feet, ready to throw hands.

Physically incapable of ignoring you. You call his name? He’s already looking at you. You text him? His reply is lighting up your phone screen within seconds.

“I don’t understand. Why wouldn’t I want to be around you all the time?”

Sukuna

Denial, denial, denial. “I don’t give a shit about you.” Meanwhile, he’s threatening to level entire cities if someone so much as looks at you wrong.

Unhinged protectiveness. If you get hurt, he takes it personally. Like, seething about it for days, going on a rampage, killing everyone in his way until he finds who it was that hurt you.  (Nobody gets to touch what belongs to the King of Curses and expect to keep their lives.)

Leaves marks on your body - bite marks, handprints, anything to make sure you know you belong to him.

“Be grateful. You’re the only human I’ve ever tolerated this much.”

Toji Fushiguro

Possessive as hell, but in a lazy, confident way, because he knows you’re his. No need to fight for you when he’s already won.

“Where do you think you’re going?” said with a smirk, as he hooks an arm around your waist and yanks you onto his lap.

Teases you constantly but never lets anyone else get away with it. Someone makes a joke at your expense? He’s already cracking his knuckles.

Doesn’t say he’s obsessed, but you can tell from the way his touch is always on you. A hand at the back of your neck, his fingers brushing against yours, his lips grazing your ear when he talks.

“You’re mine. End of story.”

Gojo Satoru

He memorizes everything about you, down to the way your voice sounds when you’re tired, the exact scent of your shampoo, and the way your heartbeat changes when you’re nervous.

Throws his money around just to keep you comfortable. "It’s not spoiling you, it’s basic human decency," he insists as he books an entire first-class cabin just so you can nap peacefully.

Acts ridiculously nonchalant, but the moment someone else shows interest in you, he gets so petty it’s unbelievable. (Flashing his six eyes while standing behind you just to glare at the person, making you wonder why every stranger you talk to always hastily ends the conversation and runs away.)

“Obsession? That’s a strong word. I just happen to think about you every waking moment of my day.”

(Psst by the way, if you liked this there are more gojo fics and drabbles waiting for you on my blog! 🤭)

[healedlover]

EMPTY GAZE ; RUINED WITH LUST

summary: in which the expressionless man finally showed expression during sex pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader cw: nanami is a sex addict and a little perv, oral (m receiving), p in v, make out sesh, dirty talk, clothed sex (f is only wearing her clothes), one night stand a/n: not proof read, first time trying a fic like this haha..spare me..

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

nanami never had a girlfriend.

he was good looking, that wasn’t the problem. it was the fact he was very expressionless during sex, which made women think he was just using them for his own pleasure.

which was half true, nanami never intended on getting a girlfriend and just decided to use every woman to let his steam out.

currently, he was relaxing against a tree, watching the dark gloomy beach reflect upon him. he had no plans for the night, so he decided to just watch the beach to pass some time before going to bed.

minutes passed and he was getting bored by the second, he didnt know what was going on in his head but he needed something to distract himself with.

nanami glanced around the beach, looking for possibly anyone to let off his boredom with and caught someone standing near the waves. before he could walk up to them, he was interrupted with a small tug on his shirt.

“hello?”

nanami turned around and almost passed out at the sight, he mumbled a quick hello before looking up and down at your outfit.

star struck at the way your breasts sit perfectly in your revealing top, the way your hair contrasted perfectly with your outfit, the way the wind made your skirt flow up and down, he wasn't paying attention to a word you were saying.

"--so yeah, you down?"

"sure." nanami answered with no hesitation, actually--he didnt even care what he agreed to, but he needed to fuck you immediately.

"perfect! follow me, handsome." your fingers wrapped around nanami's large, veiny wrists and you dragged him to one of the beach houses nearby.

"why'd you decide to talk to me?"

"my friend recommended you to me, you know her?" you pull up a picture of one of the women nanami had fucked before, but nanami just shrugs and shakes his head.

"mm, dont remember her."

"weird, anyway, I heard you're very good at sex so I was thinking--"

nanami took a few steps in front of you and pressed you against the wall, his lips was inches away from yours. you could feel his hot breath graze against your skin, and in a blink of a second, he captured your lips in a deep kiss.

both tongues intertwined with each other, nanami nor you didnt want to pull away, nanamis fingers slid through your hair as he sunk himself deeper inside your mouth.

"wai--mngh-"

nanami's teeth sink on your bottom lip and he gives it a light tug before pulling away and staring down at you--yet again, with rarely any expression.

you scoffed at his incompetence and then felt the same rough fingers slip under your skirt, nanami's fingers teased the waistband of your panties and slowly pushed them down, leaving them to rest between your thighs.

"you heard I was good at sex...right?" he asked breathlessly, you nod and he slips his fingers out of your hair, wrapping those same fingers around your wrist. nanami placed your hand on his hard-on.

"then make me feel good...can you do that f'me?"

"yes.." you responded breathlessly, he nodded and you fumble the belt of his pants and after a few failed attempts you finally clink it open. you rip the belt off and quickly unzip his pants, letting them flow down his legs.

you pull down his boxers and was met with his searing hard length, staring daggers at you. sighing, you kneel down on your knees and brush your lips against his creamy mushroom tip, your tongue darting on the head as your lips wrap around his aching cock.

you lowered your head deeper and swore you heard a gasp slip out of nanami's lips, you look up at him--still with half his length shoved inside your mouth--and notice him scoffing at you before turning his head away.

"keep going..ngh"

your fingers grabbed onto his thighs and nanami winced at your grip. nanami's fingers grabbed onto your hair and he pushed your head until you took in his full length. holding back a gag, your nails dig in his thighs until it felt like it was bleeding.

"touch yourself." he demanded, you let go of his thighs and bring your fingers to your raging heat, you slip a finger in your cunt and rapidly stroke yourself as you continued to suck off nanami.

nanami kept pushing your head back and forth, back and forth. your throat started to hurt and your eyes were watering like a waterfall. you slip your fingers out of yourself and glare at nanami through your blurred vision.

"'m gonna cu-ughh"

he pulled himself out of you and white beads spurted all over your face, you sigh and plop against the wall as you look up at him with half lidded eyes and nanami's eyebrows furrowed as his fingers rubbed your eyelid to remove his mess written all over your face.

"where's the bedroom?" nanami asked, looking around the room the two of you were isolated in.

"on the left"

nanami nodded and lifted you off of the ground, carrying you to the bedroom. he stood in front of the door and lightly kicked it open with his foot, nanami then carefully made his way to the bed and threw you on it.

he slid his fingers under the waistband of your panties and swiftly removed them, still keeping your skirt and top on. you watch as he lines himself with your wet cunt, which was practically begging to be used already.

his tip made contact with your soaking entrance and he carefully pushed himself inside you.

"did you even cum yet?"

"I dont...mgh...know" you mutter, shutting your eyes, grabbing onto the bed sheet beneath you. you heard nanami let out a quiet 'tsk' before he thrusted himself into you.

"s' tight...fuck.."

you clench around him and he pushed himself deeper inside you. you let out a whine and flutter open your eyes to see nanami's flushed face and his expression filled with lust, the one thing your friend told you was that he showed little to no expression.

but here he was, taking in your tight cunt, while his face looked like he was a virgin having sex for the first time. the way his eyebrows furrowed together and his eyes were watering with desire.

you didn't mind this view at all.

nanami glanced down at you, and wrapped his hands on your wrists, pinning them down on the bed. he leaned in closer and left a bunch of kisses all over your face.

his fingers slid under your skirt and his eyes kept darting between your tits bouncing in the same rhythm hes pounding you in, and back at your eyes.

"ugh...'m gonna cumm"

"so am i, baby, so am.. mmph- hold it in, can you do that?"

you nod but your body was rejecting you from holding it in, a needy moan slipped out of your lips while your cum spilled out of your hole, with one final thrust he pulled away and came all over your body. nanami plopped on you, absolutely worn out from the best sex he's probably ever had.

his head nuzzled into your neck and he held onto you for the night.

— 𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ —

a/n: aftercare happened trust

[anders-is-being-a-simp-again]

God these are such cute headcanons fuckkkkk

KENTO NANAMI AS A GIRL DAD ?! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖࣪

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

GIRLDAD!Nanami is not a man who cries easily, but the moment the doctor places his newborn daughter in his arms? Oh. GIRLDAD!Nanami completely freezes. Just staring down at her tiny face, his breath catching in his throat when she wraps her tiny hand around his pinky GIRLDAD!Nanami who had spent months preparing for this moment, but now that she’s actually here? He is wrecked. GIRLDAD!Nanami who refuses to let ANYONE hold her unless they pass a whole background check.

Cooing? Baby talk? Making silly faces? If you told him that before he became a dad, he’d scoff. But now? This man will do anything to hear his sweet girl giggle. GIRLDAD!Nanami who'll gently rock his baby girl to sleep. She will NOT cry in his arms, like she completely trusts him. GIRLDAD!Nanami is the one who gets up at 3 AM to change diapers and feed her. He doesn’t even wake you up. He just silently takes care of it. GIRLDAD!Nanami who sings his sweet little girl in Danish. Sometimes hums soft lullabies while rubbing circles on her back.

GIRLDAD!Nanami carries her EVERYWHERE. Grocery store? Baby strapped to his chest. Walk in the park? Her tiny hands holding onto his shirt. GIRLDAD!Nanami who nearly cries the first time his sweet girl calls him "Dada". Tea parties? Tiny plastic tiaras? He participates with a straight face.

GIRLDAD!Nanami who refuses to say no to his baby girl. "Babe, she can’t have another cookie." "It’s just one more."

𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚 𐙚

ignore these hehe :D

[lovekawaas]

setting the pace w your jjk college boyfr! p 2

cw: metions of sex (MDNI); not proofread

ft: k. nanami, s. gojo, t. fushiguro

a/n: find part 1 here! all of these are early relationship messages

k. nanami

s. gojo

t. fushiguro

[luvyurii]

dis was so hot 😣😣😣😣

✰ nanami’s cock is so big and fat and eager and it honestly seems like it has a mind of its own. nothing upsets him more, especially when he’s at work.

cw masturbation, semi-public

you just know it’s such a headache for him. to be a man that wields great power and authority, it drives him to utter insanity that he isn’t able to control when he gets hard or horny or desperate. oftentimes, he curses himself for having been blessed with such an unfortunate… gift.

frankly, it pisses him clean off. and don’t even remind him of the fact that he gets wet… pathetic bubbles of precum drip in rivulets from the swollen head of his cock, staining the cotton of his briefs and it fucking aches. it could be the midst of a workday and he’ll find himself pressing his big thighs together beneath his desk, a fruitless attempt to lull the throbbing pain.

and eventually, when it’s gotten to be too much for him to bear, he’ll force himself up from his swiveling, leather chair and trudge toward the only single person bathroom there is in the office, a crumpled magazine discreetly pressed to his crotch.

after locking the door behind him, the magazine is falling to the floor with a fluttering thud. he groans, hurriedly peering down at the face of his watch. with his back to the tiled wall of the bathroom, nanami is hastily unbuckling his leather belt, tugging at his zipper, and desperately fishing his cock out of his slacks. a stifled little noise leaves him, almost like a disgruntled groan of unwitting pleasure as he drags a big thumb over the runny head of his cock.

he sucks his teeth, annoyed with his stupid body and his stupidly hard cock. he can’t fucking stand the way he shudders beneath his own touch, that poor cock pathetically twitching against the warm palm of his hand. his hips buck once, subconsciously chasing his tightening fist.

“so stupid…” he mutters, teeth barred. he’s leaning forward and lolling out his tongue before drooling down the head of his cock, a guttural groan ensuing. “god, this is so f-fucking stupid.”

his head is deliriously dragging back to rest against the cool wall as he fists his slick cock, hips rutting. he swallows a pretty whine of pleasure, adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. a lewd, gut wrenching schlop! resounds off every surface of the bathroom and it makes his stomach cave in arousal.

over, and over, and over again, he’s working his wet fist up the girthy length of his cock. each time he nears the swollen head he’s twisting his wrist before swiping the soft pad of his thumb over the drooling slit, brazenly spreading his arousal.

he let’s off a gurgled wince of relief, chest heaving as he fucks himself into a frustrated, gasping mess. nanami often finds himself denying the simple pleasures in life—too engrossed in a job that doesn’t pay enough and a lackluster sex life that renders him ravenous.

it’s times like these when he wishes he had a pretty little lady to call, desperate to hear the beautiful crackle of his lover’s voice through his phone as she talks him through it. he imagines she’ll promise to take care of him when he returns home. the thought alone makes his cock twitch.

he’d bite down on the knuckles of his balled fist or the end of his speckled tie, both incredibly vain attempts at dampening his whimpering breaths. the sight of his cock alone is pissing him off — how it’s hanging so heavily between his legs, a filthy stream of treacly arousal drip drip dripping to the tiled floor.

nanami curses to himself, grunting thwartly as he glares down to observe the frantic buck of his honed hips, mindlessly thrusting toward his jerking hand. he can’t help but to roll his eyes as he takes notice of the pearlescent puddle that grows between his polished loafers. he makes a mental note to clean up after himself.

“mmph, f— fuuuuck…” it’s merely a breath between his short huffs of air, nostrils flaring. “fuck! fuck! fuck!”

a shuddered gasp is parting his lips as he cums, his wobbly hips stuttering in a way that he finds utterly pathetic, but what nanami finds even more pathetic is the sheer amount of syrupy, pent up cum that spurts from the throbbing head of his cock, adding to the ever growing puddle.

he sighs, pushing back the dangling strands of wispy blonde that have fallen to cover his eyes. swiftly, he tidies himself up, tucking himself back into his trousers before gathering paper towels to clean up his mess.

nobody ever seems to notice when he slips away to fuck himself in the bathroom, that is until a pretty little intern is hired at the office and she just so happens to be on to him, taking notice of the peculiar splotch of white that adorns his usually pristine slacks.

she watches as he strides back to his desk, clearing his throat guiltily before settling back into his swiveling chair. nanami catches her lingering gaze and she looks away, peering down at her computer. a knowing smile cracks along her face. he groans, silently cursing himself.

she knows.

[unabletonotlovesatoru]

nanami kento and his certified yapper of a girlfriend, whom he loves very dearly <33

nanami has perfected the art of the “hm.” it’s his go-to response when you’re on one of your enthusiastic tangents. but don’t be fooled—there are different versions of his “hm.” there’s the supportive hm (when he agrees with you), the tired but still listening hm (when he’s too drained to fully engage but doesn’t want to ignore you), and the you’re absolutely ridiculous but I love you hm (his most common one).

he may seem like he zones out, but he retains the important things. you could talk for ten minutes straight about which nail color you should get, and he won’t remember a word. but if you offhandedly mention that you really love those matcha cookies from that one bakery, guess what’s waiting for you the next day?

he’s the only person who can actually get you to shut up—for a moment. whether it’s pulling you into a sudden kiss, placing a warm hand over your mouth, or just giving you that look, he has his ways. you’ll still continue after the interruption, though. always.

sometimes he just lets you talk because he enjoys how animated you get. you’re waving your hands, switching between different tones, going off on dramatic tangents—he’d be lying if he said it wasn’t cute. sometimes he just sits back and watches you, letting the sound of your voice fill the space around him. and you’re so absorbed in your own storytelling that you completely miss his lovesick gaze and his warm smile.

he has definitely fallen asleep to the sound of your voice. you don’t even take offense anymore. it happens often enough that you’ve just accepted your voice as a lullaby for him. sometimes, he’ll wake up to you continuing your story, completely unbothered by the fact that he passed out halfway through.

when he’s in a bad mood, you’re the only person who can make him laugh. sometimes, all it takes is a well-timed, ridiculous comment. other times, it’s just your sheer determination to get a reaction out of him. if he tries to stay grumpy, you’ll narrate his emotions out loud, complete with a fake dramatic voice: “behold! the great and brooding nanami kento, burdened by the weight of existence. will he ever smile again? will he ever—oh wait! there it is! a smirk! ladies and gentlemen, we got him.”

he gets oddly worried when you’re quiet. if you go more than twenty minutes without saying something, he immediately assumes something’s wrong. “are you okay?” “yes, why?” “you’re quiet.” “…so?” “so, it’s suspicious.” if you get quiet for too long, he’ll gently nudge you. not because he doesn’t enjoy silence, but because he knows something might be wrong. “what’s on your mind?” he’ll ask, and when you start rambling again, he knows things are back to normal.

he absolutely refuses to take you grocery shopping anymore. the last time he did, you spent fifteen minutes analyzing which brand of rice was superior, picked up random items purely because they “had cute packaging,” and got distracted by the tiny honey jars again. now, he just goes alone and comes back with everything he knows you like. (or he relents to your endless begging and tells you to not give promises you won’t be able to keep— like you sticking to his side and not prolonging the trip.)

he loves your voice, even if he pretends it exhausts him. he may act like you talk too much (which, to be fair, you do), but if you ever go away for a few days, or if he has a long, quiet work trip, he finds himself missing the constant sound of your chatter. the first thing he does when he comes back? sit down and listen to you ramble about everything he missed.

he’ll never admit it, but he secretly finds your endless talking comforting. it makes the world feel less heavy. it reminds him that, no matter how chaotic things get, you’ll always be right there, filling the silence with something only you would say.

he’s developed a high tolerance for your rapid-fire conversation shifts. most people would struggle to keep up, but nanami has learned to expect the unexpected. you could be talking about your dinner plans one second and then suddenly ask, “do you think sharks are self-aware?” without missing a beat. he doesn’t even flinch anymore—just calmly responds, “if they were, they’d probably be very concerned about their reputation.”

he has a hidden soft spot for your random facts. sure, he’ll sigh when you start a sentence with, “did you know—” but deep down, he’s actually listening. later, he’ll casually use one of your weird facts in conversation, and when you catch him, he’ll just adjust his tie like it never happened.

he’s learned to predict the exact moment you’ll start talking during movies. without fail, right when an important scene starts, you will have a thought. every time. and somehow, nanami just knows when it’s coming. he’ll pause the movie right before you open your mouth, giving you an expectant look. “go ahead.” and you’ll happily share your insight before he presses play again.

nanami secretly finds your over-explaining adorable. sometimes, you’ll start explaining something completely unnecessary—like why a certain restaurant’s menu design is superior to another’s—and he’ll just watch you, arms crossed, pretending to be unimpressed. but inside? he thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world.

he loves when you talk about your day, even if it’s just the small stuff. you could spend twenty minutes telling him about how the barista at the café made your drink slightly different than usual, and he’ll still sit there, listening, occasionally nodding and asking questions. because no matter what you’re talking about, it’s you, and that’s enough.

he will not—under any circumstances—let gojo encourage you. if gojo hypes you up for talking even more, nanami is done. he’ll literally drag you away before you and gojo can start bouncing off each other with endless nonsense.

he may sigh, roll his eyes, and pretend to be exhausted by your constant talking, but if anyone else ever told you to “be quiet,” they’d get a very cold stare from nanami. no one—no one—gets to dull your spark except for him, and even he doesn’t really mean it.

[nanamineedstherapy]

Underappreciated JJK Undercut Appreciation

How to flirt with Nanami Kento's Undercut

Pre-Relationship Nanami Kento x Reader

Summary: Nanami Kento: the man, the myth, the legend. Also, the man who’s about to learn that no amount of discipline can withstand the sheer chaos of a reader with a mission. Today’s mission? Touch. The. Undercut. Let’s see how long he lasts. <3

Nanami Kento was a disciplined man.

A man of structure, of routine, of calculated control. He did not falter. He did not waver. He certainly did not allow himself to be flustered over something as simple as a woman flirting with him.

Or so he thought.

Because then there was you.

You, with your sharp wit, your unfairly charming smile, and your absolute refusal to let him be at peace.

You were a nuisance, really. A menace to his carefully constructed walls.

And the worst part?

You knew it.

Which was precisely why he was currently suffering as you leaned over his desk, arms folded, chin resting on them, watching him with a look that spelled trouble.

Nanami tried—tried so hard—to ignore you.

But he felt your stare, burning into him with unrelenting intensity.

Finally, he sighed, adjusting his tie as he glanced down at you.

"Is there a reason you’re watching me like that?"

"Hmm," you hummed, tapping a finger against your chin. "I was just thinking…"

"That’s dangerous."

You grinned. "I know."

He exhaled through his nose, unimpressed. "Enlighten me, then."

"I wanna touch your undercut."

Nanami froze.

His grip tightened slightly on the pen he was holding, and he blinked at you slowly, as if giving you a chance to correct yourself.

You did not.

Instead, you tilted your head, shameless and unrepentant, eyes flickering to the clean, sharp lines of his undercut like you were already imagining your fingers buried in it.

Nanami set his pen down.

"You want to what?"

"Touch it," you repeated, plain as day, no shame whatsoever. "I’ve been thinking about it for a while."

His jaw ticked. "That’s… concerning."

"Why?" you asked, blinking up at him like you weren’t currently dismantling his self-restraint brick by brick.

Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, inhaling deeply.

"Because," he said, patient but firm, "I am not some attraction at a petting zoo for you to gawk at and—"

"Then stop looking like one," you interrupted, smug, bold, completely unbothered.

He opened his mouth. Paused. Shut it.

Because what counter could he possibly have to that?

Nanami prided himself on his ability to maintain his composure. But you—you made it your personal mission to test his limits at every given opportunity.

And now, you were winning.

"Just once?" you pressed, your voice dropping to something syrupy sweet, tilting your chin up ever so slightly. "Promise I’ll be gentle, Nanami."

He swallowed. Hard.

The way you said his name, soft and coaxing, made his pulse stutter.

He knew he should shut this down immediately, should deny you and go back to his work, but—

Your eyes. Your voice. The way your fingers twitched in anticipation.

He was a damned fool, because he found himself leaning forward just slightly, enough to let you know that he wasn’t entirely opposed to the idea.

Just once. Just to get it over with.

The moment your fingers brushed against his undercut, he stiffened.

Your touch was soft, careful, and yet—

Nanami exhaled sharply, a slow, measured breath through his nose, his lashes flickering as you continued, fingers smoothing over the buzzed undercut before trailing into his softer hair.

"Hmm," you hummed, eyes glimmering as you deliberately dragged your fingers through the contrast in texture, a lazy smile spreading across your lips.

Nanami forced himself to remain still, to ignore the way his skin burned under your touch, the way something inside him threatened to unravel.

"You okay there, Kento?" you teased, voice like silk, gaze flickering up to his.

His jaw tightened at the use of his first name.

"I’m fine," he said, firm. Too firm.

You giggled, fingers skimming lower, playing with the edge of his hairline. "You’re so tense, Nanami. You act like I’m trying to kill you, not touch your undercut."

"Same difference," he muttered under his breath.

You laughed—soft, lilting, utterly delighted.

And Nanami, against all his better judgment, felt himself melt.

Just a little.

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. "Are you satisfied now?"

"Almost," you murmured, and before he could process it—

You leaned in, lips brushing just behind his ear, and whispered, low and sweet,

"It really suits you, Kento."

Nanami short-circuited.

Every single cell in his body screamed at him to remain composed, to not react, to not give you the satisfaction of knowing exactly what you were doing to him.

But the way his throat bobbed, the way his fingers curled into fists, the way his eyes darkened just slightly as he exhaled—

You knew.

And judging by the smug little smile on your lips, you were thoroughly enjoying watching him struggle.

"You’re insufferable," he muttered, shaking his head, but the way his voice dropped an octave completely betrayed him.

"Mm," you mused, stepping back finally, satisfied. "You like it."

Nanami sighed. "I tolerate it."

You grinned. "That’s just your way of saying I can do it again."

He groaned, tilting his head back, resigned to his fate.

And deep down—though he’d rather perish than admit it—

Maybe he wouldn’t mind if you did.

A/N: So, did Nanami survive the undercut incident? Or is he currently writing a strongly worded letter to HR about workplace distractions? 🗳️ Would you rather: Touch Nanami’s undercut OR listen to him explain the intricacies of bread-making for an hour in that deep smooth voice of his? Comment below—I’m invested now. 😌✨ Let me know if you guys want some other JJK Hotie in this series.

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[tojislovergirl]

Omg in love with your Smau’s!

Can I request one where reader wants to be intimate with the jjk men but is sacred she won’t be good enough to please them but they reassure her and tell her there is nothing to worry about and they could never not feel good with them!😭😭

ready or not? ft. jjk

cw: inexperienced reader, some suggestiveness MDNI, not proofread

a/n: thank you so much for requesting!! i hope you enjoy <3 requests are open :P

[mary-bo-barry]

THEY SAVE CATS TOGETHER. COME ON!!!! 💔💔

dedicating all my brain cells to think about this