#nanami kento drabble

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[kentosbabes]

Cozy Nanami Headcannons

He pretends to sleep with his glasses on while sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, just so he can feel your hand caress his face.

He loves to exchange books with you and leave notes in the margins with his impeccable handwriting, usually they’re really insightful but sometimes he’s a little silly and likes to make you laugh.

He likes to be a gentleman, definitely respects the road rule- tugging you to the side of the pavement and putting his large hand on the small of your back when you two cross the road.

He likes when the two of you nap together accidentally, the feeling of you legs tangled up and your back hushed close next to his. He can fall asleep easier when you’re next to him, hearing your heart beating and seeing the rise and fall of your chest.

He likes to wake you up with a kiss to your temple and coffee just the way you like it in his hand waiting for you to get up.

He is really good with children, as much as he likes to pretend to be awkward with them. As soon as you turn your back he plays with them, picking them up and spinning them and listening to their every command seriously.

He loves it when you bury your face in his chest to shield your eyes from the bright light flooding into your bedroom from the window.

He loves it when you cat stretch next to him in bed, he knows you push up against him on purpose but he just kisses your nape and pulls you in impossibly closer.

He loves to massage you after a long day at work, feeling you relax under him because of something he has done makes him happy.

After care is so important, almost as important to him than actually having sex with you. He takes it very seriously, bubble baths and massages. The work.

Occasionally, he surprises you with a homemade treat, like cookies or muffins, that he drops off at the office to brighten your day.

He likes to share a quiet moment with you before work, sipping your favorite warm beverages and discussing your plans for the day.

He has a small polaroid picture of the two of you at the park after he’s asked you out for the first time.

He is on Pinterest religiously, if he sees something that gives off a you vibe he’ll put it in his folder he has just named ‘darling’.

[moonymirah]

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don’t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

[vyainide]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ kento, hiromi, shiu & "sir" kinks

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2024 ©1864RERUNS

includingㅤ━ㅤnanami kento, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong

tag(s)&warning(s). drabbles, gn! reader, nsfw, sir kink (duh)

from vyon. the holy trinity of jjk men. i'd call em all nasty nastyyy things ( @sugojosgf a tag for my fellow nanami wanter :p )

kento is called 'sir' as a joke; your lips curl up into a mocking smile, your tone light–hearted as you tilted your head, salute him, and follow with 'yessir'. he's not one to stray too far away from the confines of traditional sex, but you've always been far from congenial, either in bed or in public. so when you feel he falters in bed, his mind far away from the immediate now, you're pushing his buttons. you poke and prod, wondering if that's all he got and you punctuate it with a sir, and then he snaps. all of a sudden, he's disciplinary and refuses to do anything until you'll tell sir that you're sorry, you won't do it again, and you'll listen to him in the future. though it's great for him in the moment, all it does in the long run to let you control when and where you guys fuck just by calling him sir in a specific way.

hiromi hears sir on a day to day basis, it's never really done anything to him; if anything, it comes with a burden that he doesn't want. but, admittedly, it makes you happy so he lets it happen, it's not like allowing you to call him sir comes with any negative side effects. it's still slow, intimate, loving intimacy. until, he comes home one day, his nerves grinding inside him from an annoying client and then, it's sir, he hears and then any sense of rationale slips. admittedly, it's force he'd never thought he'd use with you but there are sudden tears sparkling in your eyes and you're begging sir to slow down cause you can't keep up and you need a break inbetween orgasms. he comes back into the moment and he's halfway through an apology when you kick your shaky leg against him and ask him why he stopped. it's all he'll ever wanna hear from that moment on.

shiu: keeper, mediator, contractor, sir. he has a very traditional 'sir' kink and he takes being your sir seriously. he's good with dealing with stubborn, hot–headed clients and unsurprisingly, it translates well with dealing with brats in bed— though he wishes that his clients were half as pretty as the brat he keeps at home. it comes with being his lover, you're not going to get out of it. if you think you have a chance, you can tease him for it all you want out of bed, but he'll work it into you— that's a guarantee. his touch is ghosting over you, patience that you didn't even know he had in him taints all of his ministrations, it's been hours and you've still yet to get close enough to an orgasm to justify all this frustration building up in you. you're acutely aware of everything and shiu knows this. he uses it to his advantage when he sees frustrated tears begin to prick at your eyes, leaning close to your ear and promising you pleasure if you be good for sir. and well, what other choice was he giving you? you've got a keeper! good luck trying to get rid of him.

[tojis-girl]

husband!kento who goes to the local pub on the weekends, right after work, with his friends. he sips drinks after drinks, getting so drunk he can barely function.

husband!kento who makes sure to get back home at exactly 11:00 every time he goes out but one time he didnt.

husband!kento who got lost when trying to find a taxi to take him home, ending up wandering down some street absolutely pissed.

husband!kento who rings you after a few minutes of mindlessly walking, you pick up in a worried tone.

husband!kento who tells you that he just wants to go home to his wife but he doesnt know where shes went! he also tells you help him find her! silly guy!

husband!kento who then finally gets picked up by you, while you ramble at him saying hes a mess - hes staring at you lovingly. mumbling and sighing about how much he loves you.

husband!kento who passes out soon after but will 100% dream about you!

"love you so mush, my girll - always.."

[ugokuna]

you let out an exhausted sigh as you carelessly throw your bag down in the middle of the entry area and take off your shoes. the first light you flick on is the kitchen as you force yourself to think about what to cook for dinner. your eyes are barely able to adjust to the sudden brightness before you let out a scream.

he stands there quietly, hand leaning against the top of the small dining table, apron still on him, food still steaming.

he's done this so many times before, coming in unannounced, and yet, it never fails to surprise you. you clutch your chest. "you scared me."

his head bows a bit as a form of an apology before gesturing to an open chair. "sit. eat."

the clatter of your utensils are the only thing filling the entire apartment. you had asked him earlier to join you but he only took off his apron, sat across from you, and then told you he ate earlier. you honestly don't mind it, or care at the moment, you were too tired to rebuke him. not after today.

you swallow your bite and ask, "why are you here?"

he continues to look at you, as he had been since you've sat down to eat the dinner he cooked. his careful eyes raking over you in a quiet yet intense manner. every movement you made his eyes were tracking. taking in. memorizing. "i saw your text. it was only right for me to come."

third overtime this week, i'm so tired

it was only a text. an update you sent him. nothing serious.

you look down at the plate before finally saying, "i didn't think it was anything that would cause you to come over. it's not that serious"

when you look back up at your boyfriend, you're taken aback. his brows are furrowed tightly, eyes seemingly a darker shade than it usually is. there's a deep layer of anger there, not directed to you but for you. "not that serious?"

he watches you shrug, in such a nonchalant way that makes him even more angry for you. "i would've figured something out. gotten take out or something. it's not that bad."

"you can't keep doing this to yourself."

"i'm tough," you tell him.

"i know you are," he says, matter-of-factly.

"i can take care of myself." you can't help but scowl.

"i know you can." your boyfriend twitches in his seat. "you have. you still are."

he watches you swallow, tilt your head back and he doesn't miss the way you're blinking quickly before shaking your head. you can't look at him now. "then why are you here?" you ask him once again.

the man gets up from his seat, chair scraping the floor, and makes his way towards you. he crouches down to his knees to be eye level with you.

"because you have me now. because i can take care of you too." he tilts your chin down with his thumb and finger, and makes you look at him. "let me take care of you."

"i don't need your help," you whispher to him.

the warmth of his palms spreads across your cheeks as he cups your face. you can't help but place your hands on his forearm. it grounds you. he grounds you.

"i know you don't," he begins, "but i want you to. i want to be the person you can come home to when you've had a bad day. when you need to get things off your chest. when you feel like it's you against the world.

and when he sees your eyes water, sees how you don't try to fight them, he lets it fall. lets you finally allow yourself to break and shatter in front of him. "it doesn't have to be like that. you don't have to do this alone anymore."

you call out to him in a broken voice and he's already there, enveloping you into his warmth as you break down and cry. and he's there to soothe you. there to catch you; to always be there with you, for you.

+ SYLUS (L&DS), NANAMI KENTO, UMEMIYA HAJIME, kuroo tetsuro, levi ackerman, and others

[ofourlee]

nanami x reader

it’s nearly 3 a.m., and you find yourself waking up alone in bed. with a sigh, you realize nanami must still be working, pouring over those endless papers.

quietly, you slip out from under the covers and tiptoe down the hallway, where you spot the soft glow of his desk lamp spilling out from his office.

peeking around the door, you see him—head bowed, brows knit in concentration, completely lost in his work.

you can see the fatigue in his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and it tugs at your heart.

without a word, you step inside and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

he startles just a little, and then looks up, his expression softening when he realizes it’s you.

“come to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers gently across his back. “you’ve done enough for today.”

nanami hesitates, mumbling about the work left to do, but you only smile, guiding him to stand. “shh, it’ll keep until morning.”

back in bed, he nestles into your arms, finally letting his exhaustion take over.

you hold him close, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his breath slow as he drifts to sleep.

and as he settles, resting his head on your chest, you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence, knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

“i love you, darling.” he mumbles.

“i love you more.” you say as you kissed his forehead.

even in his sleepy state, he smiles at the feeling of your kiss on his forehead.

"mmm... no, i love you most. but I'm too tired to argue. we'll settle this in the morning."

[dreamgirievii]

Living with you certainly had its moments. Like when you brought home a stray kitten you found on the street coming back from work, and how he almost had a stroke when he saw the furry in your room, chewing on his shoelace. Or when at 3 am on a weekend you decided that the furniture placements were not pleasing you that much and you needed to rearrange them. He had a migraine the rest of the day.

But Kento still loved you, even when you drove him insane. He even gave up sorcery for you after that terrible incident in Shibuya that almost left him dead. You begged him at the hospital, to drop everything and just move to another place, a quiet place, so both of you could go old together, that no terrible tragedy would take him away from you because you knew you wouldn't be able to live without him. 

 Now with his arms wrapped around you as you sleep peacefully with your head on his chest, he knows for sure that it was the best thing he did. 

This new country side house is quiet and so perfectly cozy, the sounds of crickets and night animals being the only thing reaching his ears now, the constant buzz of the city now long forgotten to him. Kento was finally happy, happy with you in his arms as he always cherished it. Happy to grow old with you, of soon forming a family as he so wished. He even had envisioned it, you and him in the living room and two or three little gremlins with his hair and your eyes driving them insane. And finally this dream made sense to him, a life with you and your kids, a life filled with love and peacefulness.

 He smiles at the thought and brings you closer to him, as if it was physically possible, his hands caressing your hair, softly not to disturb you. 

Kento's nostrils flare to take in your scent, scent he now can't live without. The soft caressing continues until his eyes grow heavy and he finally succumbs to a sleep next to the woman he loves.

[spearofheaven]

⋆˚࿔ BEHIND CLOSED DOORS — office worker! nanami kento

SUM. when your husband’s secretary acts just a little too friendly around him

CONTAINS. 18+ content, MDNI. 1.1k+ words. x fem reader. semi-public sex. exhibitionism. cunnilingus. fingering. use of pet names.

"you need an appointment to see mr. nanami."

the receptionist spoke in a bored tone, barely looking up from her computer to give you a once-over. all the while she rolled her eyes and obnoxiously smacked her gum, like you were the one wasting her time.

but before you even had the chance to answer, the office door creaked open. "and i thought i mentioned that she could come in without needing one," nanami spoke up, appearing beside her desk.

the receptionist straightened up and busied herself with 'stacking' a couple papers on her desk. fluttering her lashes when she did look up at him, leaning forward just the slightest bit. "sorry, sir. you've just been soo busy and you did mention you didn't want anyone to bother you."

you honestly couldn't blame her, though. not when your husband had walked out of his office without his suit jacket on—the sleeves of his blue button down pushed up and showing off his watch. and well, the most important thing, his wedding ring. which she was blatantly trying to disregard.

"i'm aware. but you should know that doesn't apply to my wife, she's welcome to enter whenever she pleases," you could practically see her jaw clench as soon as he called you his wife, "please don't have me repeat myself. again."

"yes, sir. it won't happen again."

what she'd promised last time.

you stepped foot into the office, ceiling to floor windows decorating the space behind his desk. your heels clacked against the pristine floors, walking over to one of the wooden chairs.

"i brought you some lunch. saw that you forgot your bento at home and i wasn't sure if you brought any money to buy lunch," you spoke up, giving him a soft smile as you offered him the bento.

"thank you," he took the bento from you, setting aside, "but i think i'd like to have something different for lunch," kento cleared the space in front of him, patting on the wooden desk. a silent invitation. the skirt you had on rose up when you took a seat. the perfect offering if you'd ask nanami.

calloused hands ran down your legs, gently spreading them open. taking his time despite the thirty minute time constraint. "i'm sorry about her, by the way," nanami spoke up in a whisper, his lips pressing against your calf. "i don't know how much more obvious i need to be about being happily married."

his lips were reverent as he kissed up your leg, one of his hands holding the other in place. "like i'd ever want anyone but you, my love," he murmured, more so to himself, gently nibbling on your inner thigh. where only he'd be able to see them after. your legs spread apart almost instinctively, giving nanami the perfect view of the lace panties he adored so much.

and as much as he loved seeing you in them, the sight of you without them was much better. kento hooked one finger around the waistband, slowly removing them. sliding them inch by inch down your legs. "you didn't think we should hurry up, mr. nanami?" you questioned teasingly, pushing his hair back to take a look at his face.

"and why would we do that, mrs. nanami? i want to enjoy our time here," he pulled the underwear off, letting it fall to the floor. "well, you know you're sooo busy," you drawled, twirling a hair strand in between your fingers. he let out a small scoff, gently nipping at your leg in retaliation.

"never busy enough for you, you know that," kento’s voice came out muffled, licking a stripe up your cunt. he swirled his tongue around your clit before moving down, running the tip of his tongue down your folds. "never?" you mused, looking down at nanami. he wasn't paying that much attention to you anymore—rather, just your pussy.

"never," he muttered offhandedly, pushing a finger inside of you. your heels dug into his shoulder blades, your back arched when kento curled his fingers to hit your g-spot. and while it'd hurt at first—it was a pain that nanami was more than welcome to receive if it meant getting to lose himself in you.

your nails—paid for by yours truly—tugged on his hair, pulling him closer to your dripping cunt. kento clicked his tongue, looking up at you, "come on, use your words. tell me what you want and i'll give it to you."

"more, please," you responded almost immediately, your grip on his hair loosening up. just a bit. he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly getting past that initial resistance before pushing them in and out of you.

even with his glasses fogging up with every heavy breath that he took and your slick covering his mouth and chin, nanami continued to push his fingers inside of you. coaxing out all the pretty little noises you were making. "you can be a little louder, no? just a little bit, sweetheart," nanami curled his fingers, drawing out a whine from your lips.

you dripped onto his digits with each thrust, the golden wedding band on his finger glistening against the office lights. "k-ken, don't stop," your nails dug deeper into his hair, messing up the time he took fixing it this morning. you weren't even sure what was louder anymore—the squelching in between your legs or your moans.

your thighs clamped tightly around his head, holding him in place. "open them, darling. you can take it, you even asked me for more," kento felt the way your legs trembled—the way you were almost hesitant to open your legs again. you were close. "too much, too much," your moan had come out louder this time—loud enough to bleed through the walls.

not that it mattered.

you felt that familiar pressure build up in your lower tummy, your legs threatening to close again all the while your toes curled against the leather heels. too much, you'd said, and you still found yourself needing even more. "cum for me sweetheart, you can take it. take what's yours," his words served as a final push, your orgasm washing over you like a wave.

nanami pulled his dripping fingers out from your cunt and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping them off. effortlessly, he wiped away the spit and slick dribbling down his chin before carelessly tossing the handkerchief to the side. like it was nothing more than just a bother.

your chest heaved as you leaned back against the desk, watching your husband stand up from his spot. a wet patch adorned the front of his khaki pants, his cock practically twitching against the confines of his boxers. "i think i'll just skip ahead to the main course."

needless to say, you didn't have any more trouble coming into nanami's office after that <3

[xhyjin]

thinking about nanami kento! (when am i not) with a s/o that is socially awkward/shy

he knew from the start that you were distant. during work parties, you never showed up, only clocking in to work and leaving once your duties were done, never lingering to chat or mingle. the rare times you did attend, you stayed in the corners, quietly observing with wide, nervous eyes and a faint blush coloring your cheeks. he couldn’t help but be intrigued, and one day, curiosity got the better of him. he approached you. your words stuttered, your face burned red, but there was something about the way you responded that made him instantly drawn to you. from that moment, you became his reason to look forward to work every day.

he began to notice the little things about you. how you stayed tucked away in your cubicle, only speaking to coworkers when necessary. how you spent your lunch breaks alone, either watching a show on your phone or quietly eating, lost in your own thoughts. and how, at the end of the day, he’d sometimes catch you smiling to yourself in the elevator, as though you’d found happiness in the smallest of things. it fascinated him how content you seemed in your own world, and after weeks of silently admiring you, he finally decided to approach you properly.

but he was careful—patient. he knew you were shy and reserved, so he didn’t want to overwhelm you. he started small, spending lunch breaks with you. at first, the silence between you both was awkward, though not unwelcome. you blushed furiously at the attention but didn’t push him away. instead, you quietly shared bits of your lunch with him, a subtle gesture that said, i’m glad you’re here. he knew you struggled with words, so he didn’t press. instead, he let his presence speak for itself, slowly building a bridge of comfort between the two of you.

when kento finally worked up the courage to ask you out, making it clear that this wasn’t just work-related but a date; you could hardly believe it. your eyes widened, and then you nodded eagerly, your happiness shining through. his heart swelled at your reaction. he had planned a simple outing, maybe a cafe, but seeing your excitement, he wanted to make it special. he made reservations at a nice restaurant, ensuring you’d have a secluded spot to enjoy your time without pressure.

the date started just as he expected. you were quiet, your voice barely above a whisper when you responded to him, sticking mostly to “yes” or “no” answers. but kento was nothing if not patient. he asked small, simple questions, easing you into a conversation, and when he mentioned something you loved, your entire demeanor changed. your eyes lit up, your voice grew stronger, and you started talking more, rambling on about your interests. you didn’t even realize how much you’d been speaking until the waitress interrupted to take your order. your face turned crimson as you sulked in embarrassment, worried you’d talked too much. but when you glanced at kento, his gaze was soft, a gentle smile on his lips, he looked utterly captivated.

ordering was its own challenge. you felt embarrassed, too shy to tell the waitress what you wanted. kento noticed your hesitation and, with a subtle nudge of his foot under the table, gave you something to focus on. you nudged him back, and it was enough to calm your nerves, allowing you to place your order. he was thoughtful like that, always finding quiet ways to make you feel at ease.

by the end of the date, you’d grown comfortable enough to start asking him questions. the two of you talked for so long that you didn’t notice the restaurant had emptied. when you finally left, the night felt far from over. kento drove you to the beach, where the two of you walked hand in hand along the shore. the sound of the waves filled the comfortable silence between you, and when you stopped to look at the moonlight reflecting on the water, he turned to you and asked, “may i kiss you?”

your heart raced, but you nodded, and when he kissed you, it was as if you were something fragile, precious. he didn’t want to rush you or make you uncomfortable, but under the glow of the moon, he couldn’t resist the beauty of the moment—or of you.

after that, the two of you continued to grow closer, going on more dates and eventually making it official. over time, you began to come out of your shell, though you still retained your social awkwardness. kento loved every part of you, from the way you stumbled over your words to the way you blushed under his gaze. to him, you were perfect exactly as you were, and he made sure you always knew it.

[wriothesleysgf]

some short rambles about the morning after with nanami.

while you'd likely wake up to an empty bed, you'd be met with the faint smell of freshly pressed coffee.

he would try to be sly and make it so that your own clothes were a little harder to find when you woke up. this made it more likely that you would pull on his button up from last night, the one still covered in the scent of his expensive cologne and the one that he'd skillfully placed to be the first thing you pick up to wear, before making your way downstairs.

there stood your nanami, dark sweat pants hanging from his hips and a toned back littered with a couple of marks from the night prior, as well as the deeper battle scars from his years as a sorcerer. he'd offer you breakfast, knowing he's an above average cook, although the second that he turned to see you wearing nothing but his shirt, the menu in his mind shifted entirely.

so, whilst your morning may not have been one of pancakes nor omelettes, you left the kitchen beyond satisfied with the chef's work and with wobbly legs at that.

(let's hope he doesn't pay you a visit when you decide to take a morning shower!)

[ayyy-pee]

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.

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

with a hand on the back of your head and another holding your throat, nanami curses under his breath, the sight of you gagging around his cock so filthy that the usually composed man has his knees threatening to buckle from underneath him. 

sweat trickles from the side of his face and there’s a deep shade of blush spread across his nose and cheeks, hiding the freckles you love so much. even the tips of his ears burn, the pleasure blooming everywhere under his skin as he rocks his hips against your face. the first buttons of his dress shirt are undone, a few hickeys already starting to darken on his skin from you nipping at him before dropping to your knees. he’s been working so very hard, and you just want him to let off a little steam – he just needs a bit of a push sometimes. 

so with you sat on his lap, sucking on his earlobe while pleading for him to take a break, it was impossible for him to say no. how could he when he’s got an angel in his arms, playing with his hair and kissing his neck ever so sweetly – he’s a weaker man than he thinks. 

when you slithered down between his thighs and stared up at him with big, hungry eyes, he found himself loosening his tie, his mind already beginning to cloud with the nastiest thoughts. 

ghosting your fingers over the growing bulge in his slacks, you rested your head against his thigh with a mischievous smile etched onto your lips. “c’mon, ken… i want to make you feel good.”

your words come out as a purr, as a siren’s call – you always have been a little tease, always the one to make him break and crumble. 

so here he finds himself now – slacks pooling around his ankles and the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, trying his utmost best not to fill your mouth with cum after the first ten minutes like some damn teenager. his hair is a fucking mess, dusty blonde strands falling over his forehead no matter how many times he tries to push them back. he’s given up on it now, realizing that there are better things to be doing with his hands – the one on the back of your head, protects you from knocking against the wooden cupboard while the other rests on your neck, marveling the way his cock slides up and down your throat. 

it’s mesmerizing, the feeling of the bulge under the palm of his shaky hand. he’s in there, filling you up like nothing else and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. 

his pace is slow and steady, every roll of his hips has your nose nuzzling into his pubes, your chin pressing against his heavy balls. drool trickles from the corners of your mouth and it’s a sight to behold – it dribbles all the way down onto your thighs and from there on onto the floor and nanami can’t help but feel the coil in his stomach tighten faster than ever. you’re the only one that makes him feel like this, who manages to mold him to your own liking all while being down on your knees. 

the tip of your tongue tickles his balls and the growl he lets out makes you clench your thighs together. his shirt falls from between his teeth and he rushes to undo the rest of the buttons, desperate to get the material off of him, so he can give you his full attention once more. it’s exciting to see him this needy. 

you try to look up at him with him still down your throat and as a reward, he moves to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “you’re– you’re doing so good for me, darling.” 

his voice is raspier than ever and the praise that tumbles from his bitten lips has you moaning around his cock. his vision goes blurry for a moment as the pleasure overwhelms his senses. you’re something else. 

you’re fucking perfect. 

the ache in your knees fades in your mind as you get to watch him unravel above you. his strokes become more languid; he pulls out only a little before pushing back in, his tip reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust he makes. he wants to stay inside you, he wants to stay there forever. 

squirming below him, you screw your eyes shut and try to focus on your breathing – but as he stays slotted deep down your throat, it’s getting harder and harder and you can’t hold back the few tears that have been brimming at your lashline.

“f–fuck, i’m sorry, sweetheart… i– “

he feels you struggling, but doesn’t pull out even an inch, only grinding his hips into your face as if he was fucking your tight little hole instead. you claw at the backs of his thighs, your nails marking up his sensitive skin as you gag around him. but nanami’s mindful not to go too far, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss the moment your scratching should turn into tapping instead. as much as he’s enjoying himself, he’d rather die than to hurt you.

he waits for your signal but when it doesn’t come, he presses himself even further down your throat, moaning loudly when you gag around him. his blonde pubes stick to your skin, your spit acting as glue between you. 

your mouth is so fucking warm and tight and, fuck– the obscene sounds that fill his ears are making him lose his mind. you feel divine and it has him wondering what ever did he do to deserve a lover like you. 

all it takes is two pats against his thighs and he’s pulling away, his eyes locked onto your face as you gasp for air. crystalline droplets brim in the corners of your eyes and run over the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind salty remainders of your hard work. your lips are swollen and covered in a mixture of his precum and your own spit. trying to catch your breath, you take a moment before looking back up at him. 

the way his lips part in a silent groan the second you make eye-contact, his chest rising and falling as he strokes his fat cock right in front of your face. there’s still a strand of spit connecting the two of you, from your lips to his tip, and nanami wants to hate how big of an effect such a small thing can have on him. it’s romantic. 

you look ruined. 

he thinks you look absolutely fucking beautiful.

leaning down, he presses a fiery kiss to your lips as a thank you, as another form of praise. he loves the way you taste and they way you feel against him. 

you breathe into his mouth. “more…” 

nanami squeezes his fist around his base, another groan falling from him as he pulls away from you. the grin on your face, the hearts in your eyes and the love pooling on your tongue are more than enough to have him taking in a sharp intake of air – you reach out to him, gentle fingers wrapping around his way bigger ones as you guide him back to your mouth. your heavenly lips. 

as embarrassing as it is, it only takes another few minutes for him to cum down your throat with a loud, deep groan. he holds your neck just as before, feeling the way his own cock twitches inside of you as he gives you his all. 

there’s so much of it that despite you swallowing around him a couple of times, it still pours out from the corners of your mouth, turning you into an even bigger mess than before. but it’s not like you mind – this is exactly what you wanted in the first place. he’s panting like a dog above you, face red as a tomato as he bucks his hips into your mouth one last time. 

the sound that leaves his lips as he finally pulls out resembles a whimper and he lets out a sheepish chuckle, a bit flustered that you managed to pull that out of him. but then again…

it is you. 

his beloved, his love – the one who knows him the best, the one who knows what he needs without ever having to ask. you read him like an open book and he couldn't be more grateful. you're more than he could've asked for. hoped for.

and he loves you.

[pseudowho]

Still got it

Artwork by Mmiyoart (2021)

The kids are teenagers, so you and Kento are just their boring parents...right?

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Imagine you and Nanami Kento as parents, but older now, in your forties, and the kids are teenagers at Jujutsu High (much to Kento's displeasure and concern).

The two of you always kept your work life separate to home; the kids knew what the two of you do of course, they all know Curses and Cursed techniques, your two daughters and a son being in possession of these talents themselves.

But you and Kento never come home in mission-wear. You're always patched up by Shoko, one of your oldest and dearest friends, before you walk through the door. Kento never winces as he cooks dinner in a fresh shirt, but behind your bedroom door at night, you gently push his shirt off his shoulders and bathe his wounds, gently kissing his bruises, his head resting back between your breasts as your arms curl round him from behind. You never discuss your kills in front of the kids, the evenings instead, full of talk of exams, arguments with best friends, chastising for using phones at dinner time.

You and Kento make sure you barely overlap at Jujutsu High, teaching students in the other years instead. Your daughters and your son know, in a vague way, that you're both respected First and Second Grade sorcerers in your own right, but to them you're just mum and dad.

Until, one day, that changes. Your three kids, all promising Second Grade sorcerers, and committed to the cause, get into trouble. The Curse they're sent to eliminate is so much stronger than they imagined. Your eldest daughter fights on bravely as your son carries their sister, wounded, to safety. All three are filled with terror as the Curse begins to overwhelm them, their short lives with you and Kento, their adoring parents, flashing in front of their eyes, wondering how the two of you would ever recover from their deaths.

Then, in a flash of black and red, Nanami Kento steps into the fight. A colossal wave of Cursed energy rolls over the children, stunned, breathless, eyes wide as their father, who does maths homework with them, who kisses them all goodnight at bedtime, who bakes at the weekends, instead now ruthlessly, effortlessly wipes the floor with the Curse that nearly killed his babies.

Kento is a demon in battle, tie ripped off, blunt blade whirling, his battle-hardened body just as imposing and lithe as it was in the years before the kids were born. The hands that held theirs when they were tiny, that threw them around ever-so-gently during play-fights, now wielded as weapons with murderous intent.

Even more alarmed are the children, when you appear beside Kento, and as the Curse staggers on its last legs, they hear you shout to Kento- "Throw me!" and, with not an ounce of hesitation, Kento tosses you like a rugby ball, for you to land the killing blow on the Curse.

You are smooth, meticulous, concentrated while making light work of a messy job. The children hear their father hum in approval of you as you take the Curse to task for its crimes against your babies.

Not even sparing the withering corpse a glance, you and Kento rush to your children. You hold your son and eldest daughter's faces, eyes full of tears as you check them all over for damage, their hearts swelling when you praise them for taking care of each other, for doing such a fantastic job holding out until you both arrived.

Kento drops to his knees beside his wounded youngest daughter, gripping her close to him, no less mighty and powerful after years of marriage and raising children. Nanami Kento manages the first and only reverse-cursed technique heal of his whole life, and repairs his daughter's wounds. He holds her to him and weeps quietly as she reassures him, wholly her mother's daughter. Kento grips his son gently around the back of the neck, pulling him down for a tight hug, his son almost breaking at Kento's familiar rumble praising him for prioritising his sister's safety, telling his son he's so proud of the man he's becoming.

Days later, and with the children now recovered, rumours of Nanami-sensei and Nanami-sensei's scathing criticism of and attack on the higher-ups is the talk of the Jujutsu High students. The children are silent throughout, still stunned by the overwhelming skill of their parents.

One of the other students jokingly raises the incident to your kids one day; "Oh man. I wouldn't like to have your parents mad at me. I'd never get over disappointing them."

"Are they...that much of a big deal?" your son asks his friend weakly. His friend raises his eyebrows, amazed, laughing.

"You mean the one and only legends, the Nanami-sensei's? Who the hell did you guys think raised you?"

You and Kento walk down the steps towards them, hands brushing together but not holding, keen to maintain professionalism at school. The children watch as your eyes meet his, love passing between you both, and wonder how they had thought of you as their boring mum and dad for all these years.

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[yuujispunches]

Old vinyls and kitchen lights ~ N.K.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Reader

Summary: Nanami invites you over for dinner and as Frank Sinatra plays in the background everything falls right into place.

CW (content warning): literally nothing, this is just tooth rotting fluff.

AN: Hi guys! I just saw a post here asking for someone to write Nanami dancing to old vinyls and I just had to give it a go. This is shorter than my usual works but I really like how it turned out. English isn’t my first language so I’m sorry if there’re any mistakes. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Requests are open so feel free to send yours! (you can check the list of characters I write for on my pinned post)

Masterlist

You had been seeing Nanami for a little while now. It was perfect, he was respectful, thoughtful and a gentleman above all. He treated you like a princess and everything with him just seemed so easy, everything falling into place when he was around. You couldn’t even remember the last time someone had made you feel like he did so when your phone screen lighted up, displaying his name and a message that read:

Dinner at mine tonight? I’ll cook.

You jumped at the opportunity without even thinking twice about it. You could tell he had overthought it by how simple the message was. Nanami Kento never did things halfway. Not in battle, not in work, and certainly not with you.

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His apartment reflected him in every corner: clean lines, calm colors, everything curated with a purpose. You stepped in, and instantly, the world felt slower. Safer.

He greeted you in a crisp button-down, sleeves already rolled up, and an apron tied around his waist and somehow, even that looked dignified on him.

“I hope you’re hungry.” He said as he ushered you in.

The table was already set, candles flickering gently. A soft crackle stirred from the corner of the room, the vinyl player was already turning. And then came that familiar, velvety voice: Frank Sinatra.

You smiled. “You put this on for me?”

He nodded. “I remembered you said you grew up hearing this kind of music. I thought it might feel… comfortable.”

"Fly Me to the Moon" played as you sat, and everything, from the meal and the wine to the soft glances shared between bites felt suspended in something tender and unspoken.

But Kento was clearly on edge tonight. Not in a bad way. He was just… careful. Quiet. His eyes flicked to you too often, and when your fingers brushed as you reached for the wine, he pulled his back a beat too late. Like he didn’t want to lose contact but couldn’t quite let himself linger.

You didn’t say anything about it. You just gave him time. He always bloomed slower than most but oh was he worth the wait.

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After dinner, he moved to tidy the plates, but got up and followed after him, grabbing his wrist gently right before he opened the sink.

“Wait.” You said, your voice low, nearly drowned by the start of another song: “Bewitched”.

He turned to you, confused.

“Dance with me.” You asked, smiling.

There was a pause and that was rare for Nanami. He always had a plan, a schedule. But now, he just… blinked as if he was utterly confused by your simple ask.

“In the kitchen?” He said, as if it were the most foreign concept.

You laughed softly. “Yes, in the kitchen. Right here. Come on.”

He hesitated. His lips parted like he wanted to make an excuse, something about not being good at it, or how ridiculous he probably felt. But instead, he slowly let the dish towel drop.

You reached for his hand, and his palm met yours. Firm, but slightly trembling.

“Is this okay?” You asked gently.

He nodded once. “I just… haven’t done this in a very long time.”

“You don’t have to know the steps.” You said. “Just move with me.”

Your voice was so soft and gentle and you looked up at him with eyes that made him feel that the world around him wasn’t so bad if you were in it, how could he say no to that?

You guided his hands, one resting cautiously on your waist, the other still in yours. The music wrapped around you both, and soon you were swaying in time, your heads tilted just enough to feel each other's breath.

Nanami relaxed in stages. First in his shoulders, then his hold on you, and finally in the way his forehead touched yours.

The light from the dining room flickered softly behind you. The world narrowed to the two of you and the hum of Sinatra.

“I don’t understand how you do this.” He murmured suddenly.

You looked up at him. “Do what?”

“This.” He gestured slightly, the hand on your waist gripping just a little tighter. “Make me feel like this. Like the world is quiet, even when it shouldn’t be.”

You smiled, heart thudding. “Maybe it’s not about understanding it. Maybe it’s just… letting yourself feel it.”

And that was when he froze, only for a second, like he’d just realized something. He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze head-on.

“I love you.” He said suddenly, clearly, as if the words had been building pressure inside him for weeks. “I’ve known it for a while. I didn’t want to say it until I was sure, but- ”

You pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the way it rose with his next breath. “You’re sure now?”

He nodded, his voice quieter. “Completely.”

You leaned in, pressing your lips gently to his, and when you pulled back, you whispered,

“I love you too, Kento.”

A deep breath escaped him, not one of tension, but release. Relief. He pressed his forehead to yours again, smiling softly now.

“Thank you.” He murmured. “For being patient with me. For asking me to dance.”

And so you danced . Slowly, clumsily at first, then comfortably. Two hearts moving in sync under the soft glow of kitchen lights and the croon of a record that would now always sound like love.

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[ramonathinks]

Nanami Drabble (18+ age gap, slight corruption, manipulation, videotaping, slight smut) let’s ignore that this is a repost .

Politician!Nanami who’s running for mayor. Besides him, it’s just one other guy. Nanami isn’t corrupt, prides himself on that fact — nobody can ever really find anything he did wrong, his track record is amazing. But, then he meets you, his young new secretary who wears glasses and a tight pantsuit that he stares at whenever you bend over.

Politician!Nanami who’s so close to your fathers age but he aged well. Built and sturdy. Tall and broad. Talks with a deep voice that makes you clench your legs.

Politician!Nanami who insists that you ride in his limo with him, he doesn’t mean for what happened to happen but it does. Your hands pulling his cock out free and with hushed whispers and gasps you finally put him in your mouth. His hands grabbing a full head of hair and choking you a bit, it’s been so long since he had any real touch on him besides his own.

Politician!Nanami who has meetings in his office with you under his desk, bent over and ass up, teasing your wet folds until you can barely hold it together.

Politician!Nanami who’s slowly falling in love with you and really hates it because he knows how the media will treat you.

Politician!Nanami who feels a bit betrayed when he learns you’re his competitor’s daughter, even more betrayed when he realizes that maybe you were using him.

Politician!Nanami calling you late at night to ask “why” and “was everything a lie” which you just sniffle and say no, but now he can’t truly believe you.

Politician!Nanami who threatens to release a tape of the time you two spent together, even though he won’t do it.

Politician!Nanami who’s convinced that he just needs to get out of the race, ready to withdraw because either way nothing makes sense to him anymore.

no part two