#kento is fine

[miss-jaye]

cw: slightly suggestive when nanami kento saw his wife about to leave the house in a stunning, tight sundress, he swore his whole world stopped for a moment.

“honey?”

“hm?” you glanced at him, then looked back at the mirror, trying not to stab yourself with your earring. nanami cleared his throat. “where are you going?” he asked as he walked over, standing behind you and sliding his hands around your waist.

“i’m having lunch with my friends, sweetie. i told you that this morning, remember?” you raised a brow, confused. your husband nodded dazedly, his eyes glued to your figure.

“right.” he swallowed, his throat suddenly dry. “where are you going to have lunch?” he asked, his hands gently roaming over your body, feeling the fabric of the dress he so badly wanted to tear off you.

“that cafe we always go to…” you trailed off, finally securing your earring. “are you okay?” you met his gaze through the mirror. “i do this once a month—same place, same people.”

he nodded, humming in acknowledgment. you stayed silent for a moment, trying to figure out what had him so distracted. now that your earring was in place, you became hyper-aware of his hands, their slow, deliberate movements over your hips, squeezing in that familiar way that told you he was restraining himself from acting on his desires.

oh.

a blush crept up your cheeks as you realized nanami hadn��t seen this dress on you yet. you’d just bought it last week and forgot to show him. “kento?”

you called out to him, but he seemed too entranced by the way the dress clung to your curves. he leaned in closer, burying his nose in your neck, his hands trailing down to squeeze your thighs.

you let out a startled moan, hastily covering your mouth. he inhaled deeply, the scent of your perfume overwhelming his senses.

“your friends won’t mind if you’re a few minutes late, right?”

[hellishattempt]

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.

[koenigami]

you know what? it’s not that deep. it never was that deep. my delusional self will just pretend this episode never happened.

[sillylittledistraction]

Both at the same time

[makesyouevil]

just a little nanami prac- wait i mean anatomy practice

[seredelgi]

So what about the way they kiss you?/ JJK x fem!reader

Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuji Itadori, Kento Nanami, Ryoumen Sukuna

tw: kissing, heavy petting, hickies, implied sex, teasing

Disclaimer: all featured characters are depicted as adults

You never give Gojo enough. Whenever he asks for a kiss he rarely means a peck. And when you grant him just that he pouts and yanks at your thighs to drag you in his lap. He starts his assault by peppering gentle kisses up your neck, his tongue lapping at your pulse point rather lewdly. You giggle and try to shove him away, reminding him that you’ve got things to do, but it’s no use. He keeps you close until you give in and press your lips on his, parting them to grant him what he’s silently been begging for. You let your tongue slip into his mouth and literally melt as he hums into you. Your shivering when he runs a hand up your spine just tells the tale of why you’re gonna be late for work, yet again.

Geto’s a fucking tease. Oh, how the sadistic bastard just loves to keep you on your toes, always wanting more as he lightly grazes the exposed skin of your thighs with delicate, purposeful strokes. You hum delightedly and lean into him so that he can give you more, inching so close to his lips as you ask for a deeper kind of connection. But the only thing you’re granted is his breath ghosting on your lips as he runs his hands along the swell of your hips, and you shiver. You lounge towards him in an attempt to catch his lips, but he goes for the neck instead. He starts leisurely trailing a path of wet kisses up its length, rolling his tongue along your exposed, sensitive skin. You moan in complaint and drag him closer when he stops, demanding him back on you. And he chuckles, delighted by your rising need as he starts sucking greedily on one of your sweet spots, located just inches below your ear. Your skin coats with goosebumps when you hear the lewd sounds he makes as he sucks your flesh and the slow heaving of his breath when he departs from your sore skin with a loud pop. He doesn’t have to claim your lips then, you’re the one to smash them against his, in a desperate haze to taste him with your tongue.

Toji amuses himself by waiting for you to need it, and it usually doesn’t take long for you to start missing his touch. He keeps quiet in his study and you come looking for him, straddling his lap and eagerly brushing your nose against his neck to try and prompt him to give you something, anything. But he’s patient, even then, his hands on your hips securely holding you to him. You’ve got to start shamelessly mewling in his ear before he’ll grin devilishly and ask you “ what’s with you, babygirl?”. You pout and graze your bottom lip against his, silently asking for him to give in. He grants you a gentle peck, and you hum earnestly, pressing your palms against his defined chest. He’s so warm you whine in protest as soon as he parts from you again. “ Oh, you want this. Don’t you?” You nod eagerly and feel his breath ghost across your lips before he takes them again, this time so passionate that he leaves you trembling. It takes the softest of moans out of you for him to flick his tongue in your mouth, and you finally melt against him.

Megumi is the sweetest. His kisses are almost impossibly soft. He usually starts with tender ones, slow and chaste on your lips as he gradually grows hungrier. It’s when you throw your arms around his neck and he brushes some hair off your face that you suddenly feel warmer and greedier enough to part your lips and grant him access. He grows ravenous with that, almost absentmindedly savoring you with sudden need, and you turn to jelly against him, sagging in his embrace and following his lead. You’re both out of breath when you part, you can see his eyes have grown darker, his hands firmer upon you. As your chest starts heaving, your eyes train on the way his tongue glides skilfully over his bottom lip, tasting you on him again in an almost pornographic display. You’ve got to bite at your own lip to keep from emitting any sort of sound at the sight. But then he’s the one to gently squeeze your hand in his and to whisper huskily in your ear “ wanna go to my room?”

Yuuji wakes you up with kisses. You moan and turn around to try and sleep through them but they’re way too sweet not to give into. The man takes his time. He starts with gentle pecks on your forehead, only making you moan in protest a little. You hear him chuckle as you try to sleep through it when he tenderly kisses your eyelids and reddening cheeks. You let out the softest whimper when you feel his lips land inches away from yours, just short of your cheek, too. A strategic move to give you a taste of what’s to come before he catches his breath and presses another impossibly tender kiss right on your sealed lips. And he doesn’t stop at one, either. The second one is slower, more humid and you hear him exhale sharply with it. You can’t help the way it makes you feel, you simply cannot resist. No matter how tired, you gotta start reciprocating, holding him by the back of the neck and slipping your tongue in his mouth to steal a more passionate taste of him.

There’s not a kiss Nanami gives you where you don’t feel all the care and attentiveness he regards you with. Sure, he’s a busy man, but whenever he’s with you, you know he’ll make the most of it. He loves to caress your cheeks and cradle his fingers in the strands of your hair before going for the kiss. Always showering you with praises of how beautiful you look, how good you are for him. Nonetheless, when he starts he finds it hard to ever stop. He could spend hours on those delicate lips of yours, so tender that he’s often overcome by the need to gently bite and suck on them, getting a small taste of you before flicking his tongue past them. And if deepening kisses were a sport, he’d be a champion at it. There’s nothing that even comes close to how delicately he pushes past your lips, how softly he circles around your tongue with his, all the while his hands firmly keep you in place and press you flush against him.

Sukuna doesn’t even let you breathe. He’s greedy, his hold on you is so strong that you’re barely able to whine in complaint a little. You’re honestly not sure why he does this, it’s not like you would run from it. But there’s something in the way he keeps you close as much as he can at all times, in the way he bites and tugs at your lips as if they were the most delicious meal ever been served to him. It’s like he’s unsure how you would react to a softer touch, that it wouldn’t be enough to sate either of you two. And maybe, you consider as his teeth sink into the tender flesh of your neck and you shiver, letting go of the softest whimper against the shell of his ear, just maybe, he’s not so wrong about that.

Do they get jealous?

And what pet names do they use the most?

What gets them going?

What about AOT men?

[prettyboytsum]

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ tying a tie I nanami kento pairings: nanami x reader tags: slice of life series (potentially?), fluff wc: 354

8:04 AM "darling, i know how to tie a tie."

"just—give me a second alright," you shush, hand on your hip and the other on the tie as you focus on the video tutorial playing. your brow furrowed in concentration as you repeat the steps to yourself.

"i loop this over this," you whisper, an amused look on nanami's face as you try to replicate the practiced steps he does every morning before work. "then i tighten—i tighten this?" "mhm, not quite," he responds jokingly, which earns a glare from you. nanami has always been capable of tying a tie. he's done it every day for more than a decade—to work, to dates, to ensuring that gojo dresses presentably when needed. but during your movie binge the other night, you had come to the (mundane) conclusion that you have never had a moment of tying a tie for him before he's off to work. "it's a cliché in every movie we've seen," you whined then as you were both getting ready for bed. nanami was already settled on his side while you lifted the shared blanket to tuck yourself in. "how are we supposed to tell our kids we fell in love!" "are we not?" "clearly, not! if i've never even tied a tie—" you grumble to yourself as turn the lampshade off with a pout. which leads you to now and your very poor attempt at getting nanami dressed for a long day at work. "there!" you say, pleased with yourself. nanami, in all his efforts, has to bite back a smile when he sees how crooked and loose the fabric is. he's been standing in the living room with his briefcase and cup of coffee in hand for the past 20 minutes while humoring you. "are we in love now?" nanami pokes, the amusement dripping over. "yes, very in love," you nod, clearly satisfied as you give him his usual goodbye kiss and a pat on the chest. his heart stutters. nanami kento, a man of routine and perfection, has his coworkers wondering why he started the day with a lovestruck smile and hastily tied tie.

author's note: head in hands...nanami my beloved...honestly thinking of making a slice of life series for him because in some universe, this man deserves a break T__T ⓒ prettyboytsum 2024. all works are posted under this account on tumblr.com and are protected by copyright laws. do not plagiarise these works on any other platform or account.

[sicksorrows]

ugh nanami is so fine why did he have to be in jjk

[gojonanami]

thinking about tending to nanami’s burn wounds after shibuya and helping him change his bandages and he’s somewhat self-conscious and afraid of you seeing them, trying to insist on having Shoko change them. But you want to help. you couldn’t help him in that fight but you can help him now. and as he relents, he asks you if you think any different of him — he wouldn’t blame you. and to his surprise, you press a light kiss to his bandaged cheek, and tilt your head, as you smile, “they only make me love you more.”

and he knew, more than ever, he wanted to marry you.

and he would.

[r0ck1st6r]

Nanami kento is the type to make sure everyone knows your his, one way or another.

Nanami kento is the type to grab your ass in public when others stare too hard.

Nanami kento is the type to kiss the back of your neck while you’re both out to let you know he needs you.

Nanami kento is the type to beg you for hickeys in the heat of the moment and get embarrassed the morning after.

Nanami kento is the type to always play the special playlist you both made together just for fucking.

Nanami kento is the type to triple check if what he’s doing is ok before he ruins you.

Part 2?????? 🤫

[kentosbabes]

D for an A.

Professor Nanami who walked into class on the first day not expecting to see you, you had met previously at a party hosted by one of his college friends. But there you are, sitting in his lecture hall with a pen in your pretty mouth. Nanami remembered you vividly, your aura and beauty brought men from all ends of the house to right in front of you. He can remember the drunk kids you shared on a dare. Nanami can see you conversing with another classmate of yours, your head flogging back with a laugh on your lips.

Professor Nanami hated how you made him feel like a blushing schoolgirl. He feels an unbridled desire for you, it shakes him to his very core. He knows he shouldn’t like you like that. It’s wrong, its perverse, you’re so innocent and naive to the ways of an older man. He refuses to acknowledge his feelings for you, which is becoming an increasingly difficult way to suppress his emotions. Nanami fucks his fist with your name on his tongue and your face flicking through his mind in a post-orgasmic state. It makes it much harder to see you the next day for class.

He was nervous, Professor Nanami asked you to stay back after a mock exam. He noticed you haven’t been yourself for a couple days, your usually high exam results have taken a hit. You’re one of his more intelligent students, so seeing you do so bad? It infuriated him. He knows you can do better so that was probably why he asked you to stay back. “I’m disappointed in you and your attitude to my class, do you feel like you don’t have to try so hard because you get good results anyways in the real thing?” Your eyes start to well up and Nanami realises you might actually cry in front of him, “I just want to know why, that’s all, so I can best support you.”

Professor Nanami was shocked when you told him the that the reason why you weren’t doing so well was because of you break up with your boyfriend. You broke it off mutually due to compatibility reasons but it didn’t hurt any less. Nanami was only wishing that he could make you feel better, perhaps go down on you or fuck you till you forget his name and who he was.

It was awkward for Professor Nanami and you after your random breakdown in his office, he was strangely an excellent listener. The kiss you shared at the party was initiated by the crowd chanting and the haziness from the hella drinking you did for your friend's birthday. You assumed he'd want to bring it up but all he gave you were lustful stares when he thought you weren't watching, but you would have to be blind to not notice his darkening gaze when you spoke or looked at him.

You confer with your friend about Professor Nanami and she aptly suggests you need a rebound and he seems single and ready to fuck. Thus began operation D for an A. Nanami noticed a lack of effort on your part in his class work, he asked around and it seemed like this was an issue in his class and his class alone. What was different about him? He told you to stay back to discuss your recent performance in class.

Professor Nanami looked good enough to eat, your plan was simple, to fuck him and rebound from your ex. Hopefully, he's down as well. He asked you to stay back and you hope he's finally gotten the hints you have been giving him all week, including the dropped items you bent down to get and sucking all manners of items like pens and lollipops. He locked the door, "Darlin' we need to talk about your grades." You look up at him and decide to be a brat, "well, have I been a bad girl? Maybe you need to punish me?"

Professor Nanami was not expecting this at all. His eyebrows raised to his hairline, you wanted him? Why? You were under a decade his junior. He stepped forward and put your chin in between his index finger and thumb. "Oh really?" He teased, he would think about the practicalities of this relationship later, right now you're too irresistible for him to resist. You lean in to kiss him and it is nothing you have ever felt before, the sheer practice and experience made you feel out of your depth.

His cock twitched at the thought of you cucking on his dick like you teased him with that god-forsaken lollipop. Lord knows how you pictured yourself on your knees sucking Professor Nanami's cock in his office. The thrill of getting caught somehow made you even wetter if that was possible. You don't know what prompted you to be so promiscuous, but this worked for him. You closed the gap between you and started to unbuckle his trousers, looking up through your eyelashes for permission.

Professor Nanami nodded and you pulled his black boxers down alongside his trousers. His cock was hardening under your touch, it was like nothing you have ever seen before, definitely, the largest you have ever sucked. You wonder if it's even going to fit in your mouth. His grunts and groans sound melodic to you as you kitten-lick him to get used to his size. You breathe through your nose, a tip learnt from your friends but never got to use due to your ex's uselessness in bed. Taking a breath and sucking, deep-throating him. Your cheeks hollowing and tears streaking your face almost made him cum right there and then.

Professor Nanami could've taken you right there on his desk, but he wanted to take his time with you and fuck you senselessly so you forget that ex-boyfriend of yours. He could feel himself drawing to a close, right on the edge, "Doll, I'm going to cum," he pauses, "good girls swallow, can you do that for me? hm?" He throws his head back with a whine caught in his throat, you swallowed. You actually swallowed his seed because he asked, the image of white cum leaking out of your mouth and streaked makeup could've made him fuck you right there.

You ask Professor Nanami for a second round at his place. "Obviously, I still need to fuck you so well you forget his name."

Masterlist

[cryptidinlaw]

[pieflavoredartz]

( CLIIICKY FOR THAT QUALLITYY 🥖)

realised i neva posted nanami here :< (og n tianami ver in cut)

[4kkaalii]

i would light my house on fire just for them to save me

cr: NinarikaJetty on X‼️

[tinytinalifes]

Fuck Gege.

[sicksorrows]