#sicksorrows

[trixy812]

010 °🥂⋆. Too Nice

The alley was quiet, save for the sound of the heated kisses you and Nanami were sharing. His hands remained steadfastly on your waist, as though clinging to the last remnants of control, but his body betrayed him—he was utterly captivated, and he knew it.

“This isn’t the place for this,” Nanami murmured against your lips, but made no actual effort to pull away. His voice, usually steady and composed, trembled ever so slightly, a sure sign that he was teetering on the edge.

“Of course not, Nanami. A dark, secluded alley is definitely not the ideal place for making out,” you teased, your arms tightening around his neck to eliminate any gap he might have dared to create.

Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep, measured breath, as though attempting to summon some shred of dignity. “This is reckless.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Reckless? What’s next? ‘Improper’? ‘Unbecoming of a responsible adult’?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat, his deadpan delivery so perfectly Nanami that it sent you into a fit of laughter.

“God, Kento, loosen up. You know what I think? I think you like this. The thrill that someone might catch us…” you quipped, letting your hand drift provocatively to the growing tension in his trousers.

Nanami’s jaw tightened, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he briefly averted his eyes. “That’s not…”

“Not what? True?” you interrupted, clearly having too much fun at his expense. Leaning closer, your lips brushed his as you whispered, “You’re such a prude—but a hypocritical one.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with another kiss, one that left him no choice but to surrender. When you pulled back, Nanami’s breathing was ragged, his eyes darker than ever.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly yet tinged with a rare, playful edge.

“And?” you shot back smugly, pressing yourself even closer. “Go on, admit it—you love it.”

Nanami fixed you with his trademark serious expression, though there was something new in his eyes—a flicker of heat, of vulnerability he rarely let surface. “What I love,” he said quietly, “is that you drive me insane.”

Your eyebrows shot up, delight dancing across your face. “Then say it. Come on, Kento, say it. Call me your personal whore.”

Nanami blinked, slowly, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard you correctly. “…What?”

“You heard me. Say it. I like it.”

For a moment, he simply ran a hand down his face, clearly debating every life decision that had led him to this point. Then, with that classic air of Nanami-esque resignation, he gave you a look so exasperated it was almost endearing.

“That’s what you want to hear? Fine.” Leaning in close, his voice dipped lower, deliberately measured. “You’re an insufferable menace.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. “That doesn’t count!” you wheezed between giggles.

Nanami, looking annoyingly pleased with himself, adjusted his tie (because of course he did) and said, perfectly deadpan, “It’s the best you’re going to get.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, still grinning. “You don’t have the guts to say it, do you?”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pressed you back against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your ear as he spoke, his voice low and devastatingly calm.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Why not? I’m literally asking you to!” you protested, your hands playfully pushing against his chest.

Nanami tilted his head, studying you with a look that was equal parts fondness and mild irritation. “Because someone in this relationship needs to maintain a shred of decorum. And it’s clearly not going to be you.”

Your jaw dropped, caught between indignation and laughter. But before you could fire back, he silenced you by cupping your face and kissing you deeply, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, his voice was soft but firm, his gaze pinning you in place.

“I don’t need to say it. You already know.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence, your teasing smirk replaced by wide eyes and a flush spreading across your face. And then, like clockwork, the realization hit—a warm, electric wave that had you shifting on your feet. You squirmed subtly, your body reacting almost involuntarily, and you cursed under your breath when you felt just how much wetter your underwear had gotten. Biting your lip, you tried to regain some semblance of composure, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“God, Kento,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Now I really don’t want to leave this alley.”

Nanami sighed, long and suffering, though the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away. He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he gently tugged you toward the alley’s exit.

“I know. That’s exactly the problem with you.”

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A/N: is this so namby-pamby? This is a repost, I reblogged my bestie's sicksorrows and I posted it there at first.

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[sicksorrows]

guess my type (impossible)

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im tired of pretending I dont need naoya. cause oh my god. please I need him to degrade me while shoving his dick down my throat. I have no one to tell this to but I actually am going crazy, just ignore his personality and he looks perfect. oh my god can he fuck me bro I need his dick inside me right now I CANT HANDLE THIS.

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not sure how this paragraph will end up so be alert

I couldn't stop thinking about this photo all day and im going batshit crazy rn, I know im posting too much paragraphs about this man but this deserves his own for this picture, and I am about to cry and cum looking at this picture NO ONE UNDERSTANDS HOW MUCH I NEED THIS MAN AGHHHH HE LOOKS SO GOOD WITH HIS HAIR DOWN like lemme pull that baby, OH MY GOD IM SHAKING TYPING THIS. I NEEDED THIS SO BAD OH MY GOD, NANAMI COME TO LIFE PLEASEE IM GOING CRAZY. I wish I was a man so I could jerk off to him (respectfully) I need to get fucked by him with every song in the world. any song I listen to is making my mind go to nanami. I wish I could write really well that I can write a descriptive smut of me and him. i love this man so much oh my god i go insane everytime someone mentions him and if someone else likes him more than me i get a little pissed, ik its a fictional character but this man is keeping me alive right now and i CANT GET HIM OUT OF MY HEAD OG MT GOD I NEED HIM TO EAT ME OUT ON A KITCHEN COUNTER. im so serious when I say the shit I say. no one can beat my down badness for this man. I literally want to mention him every second of the day to prove how much I love him. I want to be known as THE nanami fan. oh my gof if he was real I swear I would do anything and everything for him. id be his maid,wife,whore,slut,house wife. anything. i swear i can write for hours and hours about how much I need this man. I didn't know a character would affect me this much. every single reference I see I want to mention nanami so bad. it sounds insane but I want to gatekeep this man SO BAD I know he's already popular, but if he got Gojos fame id actually end it. im so glad this man caught my eye agh. I love you nanami kento.

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[sicksorrows]

nanami is so sexy

- sicksorrows

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most sane nanami fan: @sicksorrows