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A Short Break

pairing: Nanami x reader (NSFW)

warnings: NSFW, oral (m/f receiving), penetration (p in v), praise (good girl, naughty girl), unprotected sex, dirty talk, fingering

synopsis: You're working late with Nanami and you decide you both could use a break.

word count: 3k

a/n: I wrote this in one sitting so it feels kind of rushed but here it is ☠

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It's another late night at school with Nanami. Neither of you enjoyed overtime, but you both recently finished a particularly difficult mission and now have to fill out the resulting paperwork.

You were also both scheduled to dispatch for another mission in 2 days, so you needed to finish the paperwork and research the curse you were to track down.

The past few hours you've been alternating who does paperwork and who does research, the room mostly silent due to your concentration and the late hour.

Despite the urgency of the task, you can't help but steal glances at Nanami. His blue sleeves were rolled up, revealing his muscular, veiny forearms and his tie was loose. His hair was slightly disheveled from running his hands through it and you couldn't help but think about running your own hands through his hair. How it would feel to have his large, veiny hands on your body as you straddle him and comb his hair with your fingers and look him in the eyes, all desire and need. He had discarded his signature glasses a while ago so you got a rare opportunity to appreciate his brown eyes. It was a shame, really. Nanami was a handsome man already, but his glasses hid his eyes from the world. They were angular and sleek, just like the rest of him. And now they were trained on you, with a slight questioning look.

A blush rose to your cheeks as he caught you staring in the midst of your dirty thoughts.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

You looked away, body hot, “Yeah I think I'm just burning out from the non-stop work we've put in and it's kind of warm in here.” It was summer, so it was a believable lie.

“I see. You can take a break if you'd like. Fresh air might help.” He said and went back to looking at the paper he was holding.

You couldn't help the disappointment you felt. You had caught Nanami looking at you on more than one occasion but it never went beyond exchanged glances. You wanted him and you were pretty sure he wanted you too. But how to get him to admit it?

You decided to tease him a bit.

You unbuttoned your shirt a little bit, just enough for some cleavage to show but not enough to be obvious and then you walked over to Nanami. He did a double take as you walked over, hips swaying a little more than they normally do.

“What are you do–”

He was cut off when you leaned over him to open the window, a warm breeze instantly flowing into the room. You stayed like that for a second, closing your eyes and sighing as the breeze moved across your chest and also to give Nanami a few seconds to appreciate how round and plump your ass looked in your skirt and to see the cleavage that was now much more visible due to you being bent over.

When you opened your eyes you saw his were wide and his mouth was partially open, admiring your figure. When you pulled back to stand up he cleared his throat and put his papers on his lap, face red as he looked away from you.

You couldn't help the smirk that painted your face, “Are you okay, Nanami?” repeating the innocent question he asked you earlier.

“Yeah it's just....I think the work and heat are also getting to me.” He still wasn't looking at you and you thought you noticed his legs spread a little wider.

“I see...maybe you should also take a break?” You colored the question with a sultry tone, “here, I can finish the paperwork you're working on.” you bend down, tits directly in his line of sight, to reach for the papers on his lap when he quickly grabs your wrist.

“No, y/n. That's okay. I can finish this. You should go back to the books and see what else you can find about the curse.” He's trying so hard to be a gentleman and not stare directly at your cleavage but you see him steal a couple of glances, his grip tightening on your wrist.

You smile, “Are you sure Nanami? I don't mind helping you.” And your hand lightly travels up his outer thigh as you reach for the papers once more. Before you can grab them or he can further restrain you, a strong breeze blows in, flipping the papers over and blowing some away. It's then that you realize why he was so insistent. He's rock hard.

The bulge in his pants is large. You didn't realize Nanami was so well-endowed. Your pussy immediately pulsed upon seeing it and your mouth watered.

Nanami groaned and threw his head back, hiding his face with his arm and covering his bulge once more with the papers, “I'm sorry y/n. Please forget you saw anything. It's late and I'm tired and–”

You cut him off before he could continue, “I said I don't mind helping you didn't I? And plus,” you got down on your knees as he looked at you with a shocked face, “I think we could both use a break and I can't think of a better way to spend it.”

You were kneeling between his legs as he was seated in his chair, running your hands along his thighs, hungry to taste him in your mouth.

He looked at you for a second before responding, “Are you sure? We don't have to it–”

His words were cut short again by your hands running over his clothed length.

He groaned.

“I'm very very sure Nanami I've been wanting you for a while.”

He looked down at you with those angular brown eyes, “if we're gonna do this then we're gonna do it right.”

At that he picked you up and put you on his lap, so that you were straddling him and looking down into his eyes, just like you were fantasizing about earlier.

He pulled your head to him and kissed you deeply. Tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entry to explore your mouth, tongue dancing around your own when you opened for him. You kissed each other sloppily, his firm hands kneading the fat of your ass and your fingers brushing through his hair. You couldn't help the moans that came out.

He trailed kisses down your jaw and neck and over your collarbone, traveling further down until he got to the top of your cleavage.

“Did you unbutton your shirt earlier?” He asked.

You giggled, “Yeah. I was hoping you would notice when I walked over to open the window.”

He gave a breathy laugh, “Naughty girl.” And he ripped the rest of the buttons off your shirt, making you gasp as he planted kisses over your breasts and taking your bra off at the same time until your nipples were exposed.

“So beautiful. Just like I imagined.” He massages one with his hand while he put the other in his mouth and twirled his tongue around it.

You gave a breathy sigh as you watched his strong hand play with your breast and his mouth lick circles around your nipple, “like you imagined?” You asked.

He detached himself from your nipple with a pop and moved to the other one, “of course. I've imagined doing this to you plenty of times.”

You knew it.

Your vindication was short-lived as he started grinding you onto his erection. The sudden simulation to your clit sending a jolt of pleasure to your core and causing you to moan.

“Mm your moans are so sweet to hear. I want more.” And he lifts you up, placing you on the table a few feet away. He bends over you to kiss you more. His lips are intoxicating. He moves them so expertly against you, the pulse in your pussy is going faster now and you desperately want some kind of stimulation.

As if Nanami can sense what you need, he starts pulling your skirt and leggings down, leaving you in nothing but your panties. He sees the wet spot and palms himself through his pants, “fuck you're so wet already.”

You don't even have time to respond before he kisses you over your panties, drawing out more moans, “mmm Nanami that feels good.”

“yeah? I can make it feel even better.”

And at that he slips your panties to the side and starts sucking on your clit, slipping two fingers in you. His fingers stretch you so deliciously, and the way he moves his tongue in circles on your clit had you moaning even louder, hands squeezing your own tits for more stimulation.

He curled his fingers and hit that sweet spot inside of you, moving them in time with his tongue on your clit and you could feel the pleasure building in you. You started to run your fingers through his hair, holding him to you as you rocked against his tongue.

The sounds of him sucking on your clit filled the room, he was eating you out so eagerly, like he hasn't eaten in days. The ministrations of his fingers inside of you had you clenching your thighs around his head.

“Oh Nanami fuck fuck I'm close oh shit.” you whined.

He continued his pace, palming himself through his pants to relieve some of the pressure. He was so hard it hurt but he wasn't the type to get off before a woman, especially not the first time.

“Cum on my fingers y/n and then I'll give you something bigger.” He moaned into your clit as you began bucking your hips and clenching around his fingers. You couldn't help the lewd sounds coming out of your mouth as you came. It was like a rope snapped in your abdomen and pleasure flooded your veins, feeling the rush and release as juices dripped out of you and covered Nanami’s hand. When he was satisfied you were done he took his fingers out of you and popped them in his mouth, tasting you, “you taste so fucking good y/n.” He was still palming his dick through his pants but it wasn't enough. Seeing you so overcome from your orgasm was making his dick twitch, he could feel the wet spot from his precum sticking to his thigh. He needed you. Now.

“Are you ready for something bigger?” He bent over and looked you in the eyes, his pupils blown so wide you could barely see the beautiful brown that normally outlined them.

“Yes please Nanami. I want you.” You said breathlessly.

“Good girl.” And he undid his belt and zipper to let his cock out. You sat up to look at it, god it was beautiful. Veiny with a slight curve upwards. You decided you needed him in your mouth first.

“Wait let me taste you. Please” you look at him, a hunger in your eyes.

He looked at you and hesitated but eventually gave in, “Go ahead.”

You smile and get on your knees in front of him, once again marveling at his girth and length before you drag your tongue from the base all the way to his tip, making him groan.

You plant light kisses around the top before finally taking him into your mouth, he tastes divine, slightly salty from the precum that had been leaking out of him.

“Ah fuck your pretty little mouth feels so good.” And he tangles his hands in your hair.

You begin to move your head, bobbing back and forth on his dick and swirling your tongue around his tip. His moans above you spur you on, ignoring the way his dick hits the back of your throat and stretches your lips. You moaned on his cock thinking about what it would feel like inside of you.

Before you could do more though he pulled out of you and you looked up.

“I need to fuck you. Now.”

The growl in Nanami’s voice, the authority with which he gave you that command had you up on your feet immediately.

He wasted no time turning you around and bending you over the desk, “spread your legs.” He ordered.

You complied, and with one hand he guided his dick to your folds, rubbing the tip around your slick entrance.

“And you're sure you want this?” He asked.

“God Nanami if you don't fuck me right now I swe–”

Now it was your turn to be cut off with the hard thrust he gave to bottom out in you. Your sentence devolved into a scream of pleasure. The slight pain of him stretching you was eclipsed by the absolute pleasure of how full you felt and from him immediately hitting that spot inside you that had you cumming earlier.

He stayed still for a second to let you adjust.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned.

“Mm. I'm gonna start moving now.” And he slowly rocked his hips in and out, as it got easier he picked up his speed.

“Fuck your pussy feels fucking amazing.” He groaned.

“God yes this feels so good.” You moaned back.

He was fucking you in long thrusts, using his hips to angle himself every time he bottomed out to hit that spot that made you moan loudly.

You could hear his balls slapping against you with each thrust combined with the squelching sound of your pussy. God it felt so fucking good you'd been dreaming about this. About having him. So many nights you wondered what his cock would feel like in you and now you're getting fucked better than you ever have in your life.

Nanami’s thrusts started getting harder and you moaned, “Oh fuck Nanami you're so deep it feels so fucking good.”

He groans in response, “Yeah you're taking me so well. So well.”

He wraps an arm around your hips and leans over, pushing a palm to the middle of your back to arch you even more. At this angle he's fucking right into your sweet spot.

You yell out his name, “Nanami!! Na-na- oh fuck I'm gonn–I’m gonna cum fuck.” Your legs start shaking as he fucks you faster, clearly close to his own climax.

“Oh fuck. Yes. Cum for me y/n.” He grunts out. Trying to keep his own orgasm at bay.

You reach down and start rubbing your clit and it quickly leads to your undoing.

After a few more thrusts you're climaxing. Wave after wave of pleasure rolling through your body and you can't help the pornographic noises you're making. You're clenching and milking his dick as he works you through your orgasm. His name tumbling out of your mouth as your body is wracked and you see stars. He continues fucking you through your orgasm, prolonging it and keeping you moaning but his hips start to stutter.

“Ah fuck y/n I'm going to cum. In or out?” Nanami's breath is heavy and fast, sweat dripping down his forehead as he tries his best to wait for your answer.

You're still riding the aftershocks of your orgasm but in your dazed state you tell him to cum inside you.

“Oh fuck that's a good girl.” And with a few more sporadic thrusts you feel Nanami tense behind you, his grip on your hips tightening as he shoots his load directly into you, a mix of both of your orgasms threatening to leak out of you.

You both stay like that for a second. Nanami's arm around you is the only thing keeping you up right now otherwise you'd surely keel over. Once he's caught his breath he slowly pulls out, the smell of sex and sweat is thick in the air.

Your head is still laying on the table, drool running from your mouth. You've never been this fucked out in your life.

“Y/n, are you okay?” He asks gently.

You can't help but giggle. That question is what got you into this situation.

You hum, “yeah I'm fucking fantastic actually.”

He laughs. “Here.” And he gently pulls you both back into the chair so you're sitting on his lap, head against his chest.

His face is flushed and sweaty and his hair is a mess. You're sure you look no better. It's the first time you've ever seen Nanami look disheveled, he's always so formal and put together. It's a nice side of him to see.

He once again catches you looking at him, “you sure you're okay?” He asks again.

You laugh, “yes I'm fine. I was just thinking it's nice to see this side of you. You don't usually let your hair down very much.” To emphasize your point you run your hands through his hair.

He's quiet for a second, “Yeah. I mean being a jujutsu sorcerer is a job and I treat it as such.”

“Mm. I suppose. But it is nice to see you without your glasses on. You should take them off more often.”

He gives you a quizzical look, “My glasses? Why?”

“You have pretty eyes. It's nice to see them.” You state matter of factly.

All you hear him say is a quiet, oh but the blush that rises to his cheeks doesn't escape you.

“Well,” you sigh and make to get off his lap, “break time is over, we should get back to work. I know how much you hate working overtime so the sooner we finish the better.”

You're putting your close back on and Nanami gets off the chair.

“We should get back to work but, I don't mind working overtime if it's with you.”

At his words you look at him, and his brown eyes are gazing at you fondly.

“Oh.” You couldn't help the blush that painted your cheeks even though you just got fucked senseless by this man.

“Maybe tomorrow if we finish up early, we could go to dinner.” He suggested.

“Yeah, that would be nice.” You smile at him.

“Good. And even if we don't finish early we could still take a...break to have dinner.” and you can sense the double meaning in his words.

“Ooh I would like that very much Mr. Nanami.” And you grab his tie to pull him in for a kiss before walking back over to your work, swaying your hips just a little more than usual.

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Discreet

NanamixfemReader!

Authors note: You and Nanami have been working together for so long and the attraction between you has never been stronger. Constantly exchanging glances, simple yet explicit comments and the lightest, yet very hesitant touches made it very clear to you that he wanted you as much as you wanted him. It's probably fate that you both have to work overtime at the same time today and happen to be all alone in the office...

cw: office sex, fingering, unprotected,

He kept looking over at you, brief, seemingly harmless glances over the edge of the screen. You were sitting opposite him. The computers to your left and right were all empty, as most of your colleagues had already gone home. It was late, already late in the evening and yet you were still here, your head immersed in the most boring documents. Lately, you've often had to work overtime. You were too easily distracted and couldn't finish your work on time. The reason was sitting opposite you and was constantly casting furtive glances at you.

Nanami Kento, an otherwise quiet, conscientious man, your work colleague and clearly someone you had a soft spot for. You hoped fervently that he couldn't see how nervous you were, how hard you were clenching your thighs and chewing your lip. You tried in vain to finish the last documents and reminded yourself not to look up from the computer. It had worked quite well for a while. Almost as if you were alone. Every now and then you could hear him yawning softly, clearing his throat or stretching. Was it strange that these sounds alone gave you a pleasant feeling? So pleasant that you had to control yourself not to let out a soft sigh?

The silence in the office was nerve-wracking because every little noise could be heard. But not only that, because when he started looking at you, it was almost as if he had touched you. His eyes fell on your body, it felt like contact. Your whole body tingled like crazy and what good was it to control yourself? You looked up in his direction and met his gaze exactly. His dark eyes seemed to be a little darker than usual due to the slight dark circles. You lost yourself in them for a moment, the eye contact was too intense.

»Is something wrong?« came nervously from your lips, your legs pressed even tighter together. He didn't break his gaze and continued to look at you. It seemed as if he was thinking about a clever excuse and explanation himself until he found an one to ask you over to his side. With soft knees, you went after him and ended up standing next to him, leaning forward slightly to get a better look at his screen. You came close to him, unconsciously or not? In any case, it was no coincidence that the first few buttons of your blouse were undone and he had certainly taken two furtive glances at your cleavage. Your breasts almost wanted to pop out of your shirt, while the heat between your legs increased significantly. His scent clouded your senses as you tried hard to concentrate.

»I don't quite agree with what you wrote here, Y/N...« he said, nodding at the screen. His brows furrowed, he ran his fingers over his chin seemingly thoughtfully but something told you that he was struggling with some nervousness as well.

»What's the problem, Nanami?« you asked him seemingly harmlessly. He let out a sigh and the deep undertone in his smoky voice sent a shiver down your spine. You'd been working with him for so long now, but you'd never seen him like this before. Somehow he tried to find an explanation, pointing and tapping at the screen, but you didn't let that discourage you. Instead, you half sat down on his desk, crossed your arms in front of your chest and looked down at him.

»Y/N...« he began, drawing out your name with relish. His eyes looked you up and down. Impressed that you were exhibiting a whole new behavior today. Something he had been waiting for for a long time.

»Are we doing some more overtime, Kento?« you asked him blatantly and began to undo more buttons on your blouse. »Do you think I haven't noticed the way you're looking at me?«

His eyes widened briefly, his lips were open. You could actually see a slight blush rising on his cheeks. But he regained his composure just as quickly, standing up from the chair and directly in front of you. His face just centimetres away from yours.

»I thought I was good at hiding it.« His hand moved carefully to your thigh, touching your skin and running his fingers gently over it. You giggled in amusement.

»You're not, Kento. But neither am I.«

Instead of saying anything, he grinned a little, let his other hand wander to the back of your head and pulled you closer to place his lips on yours. He started a little hesitantly, but the more you relaxed, the more insistent he became. Seemingly encouraged by the situation of being alone with you, he wanted to seize the opportunity. He pressed himself closer to your body, moving his hand from your thigh up to the hem of your skirt. He pulled and pushed at it a little, pushing it up to touch more of your skin. With a very clear idea of where he wanted to go, his hand kneaded your thigh until it disappeared further and further between them.

You sighed excitedly into the kiss, grabbed his shoulders and clawed your fingers into his shirt. He paused only very briefly, letting go of your lips to look at you. The tip of his nose touched yours, his breath met your mouth.

»I'd like to see a little more of you, Y/N.« he pushed your skirt up further, looking down at you with a raised eyebrow as he caught sight of the silk panties, which already had a distinctly damp trail. Your face was completely flushed and your heart was beating faster and faster. Was that really happening? His fingers ran over the fabric once before he impatiently slipped them into your panties to feel your wet pussy. You immediately moaned in delight, clutching your hands tighter into his shoulders. How ridiculous it had been to wait so long. It was more than obvious how much you both wanted this. And if he wanted to take you here and now in the office, then that was more than fine by you.

He growled low in your ear, his voice sending a shiver down your spine. Your hips unconsciously adjusted to his touch, as if you already wanted to rub yourself against his fingers.

»You like that?« he said. Knowing full well that he saw how much you liked it, he still wanted to hear it from your mouth. It was already open and the air was flowing in and out of it excitedly. You nodded, bit your lips and continued to let yourself drift away from his touch. He used two fingers, sliding them agonizingly slowly towards your damp walls. You could no longer utter any normal sentences, just surrendered to his touch. And by God, what did it do to him to see you like that.

How often had he dared to approach you, to cross the line and do what he wanted with you? Out of respect for you and to maintain professionalism at work, he had always held back. But now that you had taken the plunge, he couldn't stop himself. He only wanted you. Here and now. His table should still have your prints on it tomorrow. He still wanted your scent here tomorrow, to know that he had taken you here. Your body was craving and screaming for him. The more his fingers slid over your pussy, the more aroused you became. They pressed in deeper, he felt your arousal spread more and more over his fingers, how deliciously they closed around his fingers. You moaned in his ear as your hips moved more and more against his. You could no longer miss the bulge in his pants.

»Oh fuck, Kento...feels so good...« you moaned into his ear, your eyes closed in pleasure. He grumbled something back, his voice vibrating against your skin. His fingers penetrated deep inside you, touching and teasing your deepest and most sensitive parts. Your hips moved faster against his fingers, in the same rhythm and all by themselves. Only short words and moans came out of your mouth, encouraging him not to stop. No matter how hard it pulled in his pants, how much his cock pulsated and hardened, he kept his fingers in your pussy to feel how much he was driving you to climax. You were a moaning creature in his arms.

»Will you cum for me?« he asked you in a low voice.

»Mmm..y-yes...« you mumbled, but that wasn't enough for him.

»Y/N, use your words...« his lips spread hungry kisses on your neck, he let his tongue wander over your skin as if he already wanted to mark you. You pulled yourself together to get a few more words out of your mouth.

»I want to cum for you, Kento. Oh God, yes.« You whimpered desperately, wanting more and more. There was no stopping it. He complied with your request, and as you felt the heat inside you reaching a climax, he pulled his fingers away with a groan. He was so impatient, so eager to take you here and now on his cock. So he lifted you up, set you down on the table and spread your legs. Your skirt was pushed up mercilessly, your panties down.

»Fuck, I can't wait,« he growled and had already unzipped his pants. You looked down in a daze and saw his hand gripping and rubbing his already hard cock. Precum leaking from the tip, just so needy to be finally in you.

»Please, Kento. Fuck me already...« you were still trembling all over from your almost orgasm and now full of anticipation to finally feel him inside you. Nanami slid the tip of his hard erection against your pussy, rubbing it against you and making you moan. He wanted nothing more than to sink himself deep inside you. Your pussy was so wet and so ready for him, so he slid in so easily, but still gave you enough time to get used to it. Just like the gentleman he was.

And he was hard. You felt his pulsating length pushing in millimeter by millimeter, stretching your pussy. You drew in your breath excitedly, moaned against him and looked into his dark eyes.

»You're so tight...« he growled aroused and began to slowly thrust his hips against yours. He loved the way your pussy closed around his cock as if it had always belonged there. Your arousal and his mixed together and the more you drove him on, the more confident and faster he became. The desk shook beneath you, the screens shook, a pen rolled off the table onto the floor but all these noises didn't make him stop fucking you in the slightest. And hard. You moaned his name over and over again, your voice lingering in the office paired with the sounds of your skin slapping against each other.

»Oh yes, yes, yes! Oh fuck yes, Kento...« you kept repeating and that was the only thing you could say. You were incapable of anything else when his hard thrusts wanted to break you. You never expected him to be like this. He had skillfully hidden everything behind his polite facade. His lips found your neck and spread kisses on it and behind your ear. He wanted to hear you, wanted to hear your voice. You came closer and closer to your orgasm, everything tightened wonderfully and you could literally feel his cock quivering inside you. His tip kept hitting your G-spot, the exact spot that broke everything in you. You came loudly and desperately, your hands dug deeper into his shoulders and your mouth was wide open.

Your pussy tightened and tightened around his cock as he shot his seed into you and climaxed with you immediately afterwards. He moaned into your ear, almost as desperate as you were, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly that red marks appeared on your skin. He thrust into you a few more times to spread his juices all over you. Your legs trembled, as did the rest of your body. Seconds passed in which you both fully savored the effects of the climax. Knowing that things were going to be different from now on. Now you couldn't get enough of this man.

The thought that you had come on his desk made you grin. His cum was spread deep in your pussy, mixed with your arousal. Nanami breathed quickly and looked at you as he ran a hand through your hair softly. You were both silent as you enjoyed the afterglow but it wasn't an awkward silence. You knew that he was now yours and you were his.

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10 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : nanami x fem reader (celebrity au!)

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : being married to a celebrity comes with more than what you expected.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : angst with a happy ending, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, choking, praise, pet names (good girl and pretty), love, teasing, fingering, edging, overstimulation, mentions on stress and anxiety, arguing, stalking? (from paparazzi), hate sex, breakup sex, established relationship

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it, if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

A note dropped through the door, tells us to go, but I know that you will tell them to go somewhere else.

You walk in front of Nanami now, your security guards trying to escort you two into your Hollywood Hills home. Camera flashes blind you as you attempt to walk to the front door, but one particular asshole decides to get in front of you both to take a photo. That was the last straw for Nanami.

“Give me that damn camera. You think it’s okay to take pictures of people on their property? I’ll get you arrested, motherfucker!”

Nanami took the camera and threw it on your stone driveway, destroying it. He realized at that moment that his actions would result in even more drama for the news to exploit. He could see it now, "Kento Nanami gone crazy, commits vandalism". You guys finally reach the door, the security guards open it for you as you rush in, Nanami slamming the door shut behind the two of you.

Because you know that I want to stay in this house forever, I don't want to ever leave.

It all started when you and Nanami decided to go public with your engagement. His fans were shocked, considering you guys kept your dating lowkey, but once you agreed to marry him, Nanami thought it would be appropriate to let the world know you were about to be Mrs. Nanami. Then, there was the wedding, which thankfully you had in Greece, meaning less paparazzi, but more of them waiting for the newlywed's arrival back home. All you could do was prepare for the change that came with being Nanami’s wife.

For a while, you were hiding out in Nanami’s second home in Bel Air, but why were you hiding? Because you wanted to go on a simple trip to the beach with Mei Mei last month. You went onto social media that night and endlessly scrolled through posts of people commenting on your bikini-clad body. She’s gained weight. She’s getting thinner. It’s like they couldn’t make up their fucking minds. Then there was the next week when you and Nanami walked the red carpet for his new movie premiere. You were absolutely stunning, at least that’s what your husband and friends told you, but you felt anything but. Being overstimulated by the camera flashes, you let go of Nanami’s arm before you could get overwhelmed, in which he didn’t force you because he was aware of your intentions. Oh, but you were so stupid for that. Constant break-up rumors hit the internet, and that was a hot topic. So much so, Wendy fucking Williams featured you on her show. Humiliated, Nanami decided you should stay home for a while to let things cool off, and of course, you couldn’t listen.

How could I ever live in another? This is where I want to be.

You walk towards the kitchen, grabbing a drink of water to decompress as Rob and the other escorts work on closing every curtain in the house. Nanami, obviously furious, walks to the living room, grabbing the TV remote. He turns it onto TMZ, where they’re talking about you out for lunch at Cecconi’s in West Hollywood earlier today.

“Are you fucking kidding me? I give you one fucking rule, don’t leave the damn house without me!”

“Kento, I-”

“Then, not only do you leave without me, you leave without an escort. Anything could’ve happened to you!”

The next clip shows you throwing your middle finger up to an undercover paparazzi taking pictures of you while you were eating, causing Nanami to begin pacing about the living room.

“And that, what the fuck is that? You’re practically begging to get bombarded with negative articles.”

You fix your face into a fit and walk up to Nanami in the living room, slamming your things down on the table, you two yelling at this point.

“Negative articles, that’s what you’re worried about? Excuse me, MR. BIG TIME MOVIE STAR, I didn’t mean to go outside to take a breather and spend time with myself. ALONE. ”

“That’s not what I’m saying and you know it. I could care less about what they say about me, I’m trying to protect you! Every fucking thing I’ve done has been to protect you!”

“I’m tired of this shit, what did you want me to do? Smile for the fucking picture while I chow down on my fucking ravioli?”

Nanami sighs and wipes his hand down his face, walking up to you and grabbing your hands in his.

“You know what? I’m tired of this shit too. Trust me when I say I love you, but I can’t have you going through this constantly. We should get a divorce.”

At that moment, you felt your entire world crashing. Your house began falling apart brick by brick, the curtains were burning, and the floor was crumbling. You throw his hands out of yours, pacing back and forth with your hands in your hair. Long story short, you were losing your shit.

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

You know that there won't be a high wall I can’t climb and find the things that I find.

“Kento, you’re not serious. You’re not fucking serious right now. Is it because I didn’t listen to you? I’m sorry, okay? I should’ve stayed put and waited for you or Rob to take me out.”

“It’s not that simple. You’ve been harassed for weeks on end, just for fucking breathing at this point. I can’t keep seeing you hurt.”

“I can go back to Bel Air and hide out there again. I’ll stay there as long as you need me to!”

“So they can follow you there? And then what, hm? We have to move you all over again? No, we get a divorce and then my fans and the media will leave you alone.”

“But, baby, I, just please…”

“I’M NOT ARGUING WITH YOU ANYMORE. Start packing your things and Rob and the others will help you move them out. I’ll get you an apartment in Soho, but you’ll have to wear a disguise for a while. I won’t be seeing you anymore, it’s for your own good. ”

 I'll have to leave them where they are, I don't want to go far.

And with that, you begin to cry. Grabbing your purse off the table, you wipe away your tears and run towards the grand staircase, throwing your MACH & MACH heels over the balcony. Nanami hears the sound of your heels hitting the floor, rushing to the lower landing to ensure your well-being, only to be met with your clothes being thrown over the balcony at him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Throwing all of the shit you bought for me out! Keep all of this shit, I don’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, don’t be such a goddamn cunt about this. You know I fucking love you.”

You stand at the top of the balcony, looking him in his eyes as you throw your rolex over the edge, diamonds scattering all over the floor below.

“Fuck you.”

A tear-stained pillow doesn't seem to help me, I can't make you change your mind.

You begin to grab your cosmetics out of the master bathroom, frustratedly dropping toothpaste and lotion bottles amidst your tirade. You run back into your separate closet, scouring the shelves for a bag big enough to hold your clothes, but alas, you realize your efforts were in vain when all you find are your Birkins. Pacing about the room, looking for the clothes you had before you met Nanami. Then you remember, you have your Goyard duffle in his closet, which as much as you hated it, you were gonna have to use. Walking across the hall, you see Nanami coming up midway on the staircase. You chuckle a bit, running to the closet to grab the duffle before he can stop you. Unfortunately for you, when you turn around to exit the room, Nanami stands in the doorway.

I look through my window and I see all I want to, how can I leave it all behind me now?

“What the fuck are you doing?”

You push by him, pissing him off even further. You’re walking back to your closet now, Nanami closely behind.

“What do you mean, Kento? I’m packing my things.”

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

As you walk into the master bedroom again, you get a glimpse of the backyard through the window, memories of you and Nanami dancing on the patio together and friends coming over for discrete cookouts. And now here you are, leaving it all because he was picking his fans over his wife.

I've done all I can do, I want to stay here.

“A rampage? Bitch, I can show you a rampage.”

With that, you walk back into your closet, throwing clothes off hangers as he stands in the doorway, scorching with anger. Every piece of clothing you throw, Nanami picks up and places in a pile on the bed, presumably to organize later. In revolt, you walk out into the bedroom, throwing them back on the floor again.

“The fuck are you doing?”

“The fuck am I doing? You mean, the fuck are YOU doing?”

This could be my home forever, but you say I can't come back ever.

You walk up to Nanami, glaring up at him, considering he was much taller than you (not to mention his bigger frame).

“You tell me you want a divorce, how do you expect me to react? Be a good little wife and kiss your ass, ‘Oh, Kento, I understand.’ Then you must be fucking DELUSIONAL!”

Picking up the clothes from the bed, you begin throwing them at him.

“You ungrateful motherfucker… I BUILT THIS HOUSE, ME! I picked the goddamn floorplan and the furniture and everything? Who do you think manages things around here when…you’re off shooting another movie…or screenwriting another TV show? Me, you asshole! You get to come home and relax after working, and what do I get?... Harassed by your…fucking…fans…because you’re too scared…to tell them to FUCK OFF!”

You don't know just how much I wish I could stay in this house forever… 

In a swift motion, Nanami comes over to where you’re standing on the other side of the room, grabbing the back of your neck and kissing you roughly. At first, you try to push him off, but eventually, you give in. You know you can’t resist him, not when he’s kissing you like he’s gonna eat you alive. He quickly brings his hands up to lift your legs off the floor, wrapping them around his waist as he drops you on the bed, much too frustrated to be gentle with you. And that’s where the love bites come in, licking and sucking at your neck like some kind of animal and it just feels so good. Especially when he brings his hand up to your tits, pulling your shirt down to release your breasts, expeditiously putting one in his mouth, rubbing your nipple between his tongue and teeth. You push him back, leaving him in an upright position where he has the perfect view of you. Frantically, you begin making work of his button-up, and when you get caught on the top button, he rips his damn shirt off. But who cares right? What’s another $300 shirt? He makes it quick when he pulls your shirt off of you, then your shorts, and finally, flips you onto your stomach so he can unstrap your bra. His lips are back on you now, licking and sucking his way down your back, breathing down your spine as you let out soft moans into the pillow. He stops at your panties, bringing the fabric of your thong between his teeth as he brings his fingers up to hook under the strap. He rips them off, which was the least of your concerns, especially when your husband is lifting your lower body up so that you’re on your knees.

…I don't want to ever leave.

Nanami pulls you closer to him, hooking his arms under your legs to bring you close to his face. And then, well, he goes to town. His tongue starts to pump in and out of your pussy, hearing the mewls and squeals you’re trying to hide in the pillow. He pulls his tongue away, watching you squirm and whimper for it to come back.

“Stop moaning in to the pillow, I wanna hear you, baby.”

“Oh, I thought I wasn’t your ‘baby’ anymore?”

He’s angry, bringing his face down to eat you again, and he’s fucking amazing at it, making you feel like a virgin with how fast your orgasm was coming. He’s got your clit now, sucking at the bud like there’s no tomorrow. And you’re a mess, moaning his name into the air and gripping your fingers into the bedding. Nanami bring his hands up over your legs to massage your ass, gripping and slapping the skin and he swears he’s fallen in love with you all over again. 

You’re nearly at the end now, that fire burning inside you and Nanami’s tongue being the damn gasoline. Sure, you were still mad at him, but currently, all you could think about was the way he was fucking his tongue into you, lapping your juices up happily, dedicated to making you cum on his face. And that’s exactly what you did. As your body began to jerk, he brought your pussy closer to his face, so close that it was suffocating him, but who cares if he couldn’t breathe? His pretty little wife was cumming so lovely on his lips, to which he drank up, fully indulging your essence. As you were coming down, your body turned to mush and you sank into the bed, but that didn’t stop Nanami from continuing.

“Ken, I can’t…”

“I know you can, pretty girl. Give me one more.”

How could I ever live in another?

Overstimulated and spent, you come down from your second orgasm, but you knew Nanami wasn’t done with you. He quickly pulled you to the end of the bed, pumping his fingers inside you to prepare you for his dick, which he was pulling out of his pants. Your mind was still fuzzy, because you hadn’t even heard his belt fall to the floor, or his pants, or his boxers, or his watch, or his chain. Well, you woke up pretty damn fast when you felt him slowly sink into you. You swear you died in that moment, drowning in lust as Nanami parted your pussy like the red sea. But now, he was teasing you, moving his hips at a terribly slow pace, and to be frank, it was pissing you off.

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

You’re beginning to wish you hadn’t said that. Nanami started fucking you at a dangerous pace, bouncing you back onto his dick just to slam his hips back into you again. His hands were on your hips now, fucking you deeper and harder, making you moan gibberish into the air. He brings a hand up to slap your ass, reveling in the sound of it smacking against his stomach. He laughs a bit as you moan with every slap.

“Look at you, such a brat earlier, and now you’re falling apart on my dick.”

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

Immediately, Nanami halts, pulling up your upper half, his hand gripping your shoulder as he begins fucking the shit out of you. If you thought you were going mad before, it was definitely happening now. All you can say is his name as he drills his dick into you, hand around your throat as he makes your eyes roll into the back of your head. You can tell he’s close from the way he’s panting and moving at a more rhythmic pace. He lets your shoulder go slowly, bringing your body back down to meet the sheets. One hand on your side and the other gripping the bed, he lowers down to your face, sucking on your neck as he fucks into you deep and slow. His face is nuzzling in your neck and hair, taking in your scent as he hears you moan and groan at the pace of his hips. You’re so close and Nanami knows too, that’s why he’s fucking that spot in you that has you throwing your head back and losing yourself on his dick.

“C’mon baby, give it to me. I wanna feel you cum for me.”

That was it for you, body spasming from your third orgasm. You ride it out as you feel Nanami fill you up, groaning and whimpering your name into your ear, sucking the skin there and panting.

“That’s it, that’s my good girl. My pretty little wife.”

This is where I want to be.

Nanami falls to your side, groaning sadly as he pulls his dick out of you. Both of you stare at the ceiling now, panting like you ran a marathon. He looks over at you and then gets up to go to the bathroom, you hear him organizing something as you remember you pretty much moved like a tornado in the bathroom trying to pack your things. Shortly, he come out with a washcloth in hand, cleaning you up while you squirm from overstimulation. He cleans himself and throws it into the hamper in the bathroom, walking back to you on the bed and lays down. He pulls his arm around you and you can’t bring yourself to take it off of you. 

“I’m gonna get you more security and tint the windows on the Ghost, the Aventador too. We should probably get you therapy too for all the stress and anxiety this has given you. I’ll have Alexandra fix your things back in the closet and I’ll take you to replace the damaged items. I’m gonna talk to my manager and see if he can organize paying some of the snappers to fuck off, I’ll be going on to my socials to tell my fans to relax. Can’t keep fucking with my girl.”

As he kisses your forehead, you feel yourself exhausted, lying on Nanami’s chest as you fall asleep. He nuzzles his face in your hair, holding your hand and rubbing his finger against the 4-carat diamond ring that adorned it. There’s no way he could leave his pretty little wife.

You know that I don't want to go.

♱ the song used in this story is 10 james orr street by strawberry switchblade. 🖤

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[mysticbeeinatree]

If Only

a/n: I apologize, it's been a long time since I have written any fanfiction especially angst but I hope you enjoy! Please do not take, copy, or repost my works thank you!

Ageless and blank profiles will be blocked! (Even if the post isn’t nsfw)

Word count: 744

CW: angst and thats it!

You and Nanami have known each other since you both had gone to Jujutsu High. You were there to tease him about his haircut and to see him grow into the dutiful, strong man that he is. You were devastated when he left and relieved and ecstatic when he returned. You don’t want to lie to yourself, but the thought of having the feelings you do for him is too much to take at this point. You thought you were over him. Time after time the heartbreak you’ve felt, unbeknownst to him. He has no idea the mental turmoil you put yourself through every time you were studying with him, doing a project with him, even just thinking about him. 

You were there when he suddenly started bringing in bags from the bakery that you would pass together sometimes after work. You knew he had a little bit of a sweet tooth and would make fun of him every time he sat down munching on his pastry. You were there when he introduced you to his new lover, smiled pleasantly when they joyously told you they met one day when Kento stopped to get some breakfast one morning. Nodded and listened as the woman laughed remembering the way he seemed to have a glint of relief every time he saw her. Even laughing yourself when they recalled how he asked her out, his cheeks a light pink hue as he cleared his throat and slightly avoided her eyes when he vocalized his overly rehearsed lines. She giggled and ever since then they were an item. 

Although, that was back then. You were there when that relationship ultimately ended when she couldn’t understand why he was always working. You were there for him to let his guard down and have someone to rely on. There for him to vent or to be a distraction for him, maybe a bit selfishly enjoying the company of him with you once again. Patting his head when he would lean on your shoulder, relishing in his warmth when he needed a hug, loving this feeling of him wanting or needing you to be around. Even if it was just for a moment. 

Things began to get busy and you both would spend less and less time together. You started teaching 3rd year students while he took on more and more missions. The both of you barely had time to talk, but you were happy, since he was busy he didn’t have time to think about how he was feeling. Even then, you’d reminisce about the times you were so close. Funny that history seems to repeat itself over and over. Messages became more and more sparse until ultimately that communication ended altogether. 

It had been years since then. You find yourself looking at old pictures, that tight feeling in your chest once again. Looking at his contact information for the nth time this week deciding what to do. Instead of putting the phone down you began to type. “Hello Kento, it’s been a really long time.. How have you been? Is Gojo still getting on your nerves, go easy on him he took a liking to you, you know? I’ve been okay, just been working so much recently. Remember the good old days when we could hang out or something once the day was over haha I miss those days.. Honestly Nanami I miss you, I think about you every day. I wish things had been different.. I.. I miss you and I love you so much. I love you.” Pushing send, there was some weight that lifted off your heart and your chest. 

“Not delivered.” You knew that message wouldn’t go through. It’s been years since the incident. Since you walked into that subway terminal and fell to your knees.Unable to fully grasp the situation, not even Gojo was there to help with the pain. Years since the darkest period of your life began. If only you had been there, if only you could have done something to help him, anything. Another selfish part of you thought about how he would never even know about your feelings and how maybe just maybe things could have turned out differently relationship-wise or even overall if you had said something before Shibuya. Of course not and it doesnt help to think that way, but you can’t help it. If only you could talk to him one more time. If only…

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[nanapeachy]

NANAMI AS DAD AND HUSBAND

reader is black!!

warning: mentions of pregnancy and suggestive themes

MASTERLIST

He almost cried when you announced the pregnancy at the family dinner.

It turned out that you had been pregnant for 2 months but found out recently due to the symptoms.

The whole pregnancy was you going through alot of emotions and nanami was always good with dealing with it so it was no big deal for him.

“no his name is deroy, not melon“ you argued with him about the kitten he has gotten for you and the both of you were fighting for the name or whether the kitten was a female or male. “fine you will name her deroy while I name her melon, okay?“ nanami placed the small kitten on your big pregnant stomach and your hand reaching towards to caress it.

When it was time to give birth, you panicked really hard, like really really hard when you felt your concentrations appearing and disappearing. your water broke during labor and it was one of the messiest experience you went through.

Of course your husband kento was besides you to distract you and trying to calm you down but in the inside his heart was beating fast and he almost cried when he saw the babies head.

After almost twenty hours of a painful labour and your husband panicking in the inside, you gave birth to a healthy girl named leilani koharu nanami.

Kento was so proud of you for enduring this just for you to give birth to a beautiful girl and he has never been that super happy like that.

The first two weeks were very hard and restless nights for you. leilani was always crying and making you ditch your sleep for the whole day just to tend to her. you knew that the nurse telling you that breastfeeding was indeed hard you still managed with it but also ending up with sore breasts for the whole week.

Kento was always a great help when you wanted a break and he spends his whole day taking care of leilani while you slept the whole day and relaxing yourself.

Time was moving a bit faster than you realized when you watched leilani crawl for the first time or attempting to stand up to chase the small kitten.

sometimes you do let the six month old stand on the couch while you sat there to make sure she doesn't fall over as she was giggling at the kitten running around the carpet.

Kento sometimes took her out to the park to let her play there but it was also a bit difficult since she refused to leave his side.

“do you think I should start braiding her hair?“ you ask your husband who shrugged while you ran your hair through your daughters short brown hair. “thats your choice darling“ he said watching leilani crawl herself up to her fathers lap who immediately laughed at her cuteness.

Kento was a really caring father aswell as husband.

He always made sure to spend most of his day off times with the two of you and sometimes trying to convince you into another baby since its been almost three years and leilani was turning 3.

“she was complaining about the cornrows and crying but fell asleep after that“ you chuckled entering your shared bedroom and closing the door behind you. “she will get used to that“ kento watched you get on top of his lap. “I changed my mind, maybe we should give her a sibling“ you grinned running your manicured nails through his bare chest.

“then what are you waiting for, mami“

Anyways, leilani was beginning to be real talkative and kento took the chance to learn her japanese since you insisted that she learns more about her fathers side.

“mommyyyy, what is inside? papa said there is something inside“ leilani asked you softly poking on your belly as you looked down to the three year old curiously looking at you back. ”did he really say that?“ you glanced at kento who was busy typing on his laptop with his serious face making you want to laugh but also finding it hot.

“he said there is baby inside“ the little girl pointing at your belly and you were obviously not showing but for some reason kento knew you were pregnant, again.

“he can't do keep his mouth shut huh?“

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[cultmistress]

Need me some good Nanami fics.

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[firelordes]

Posted before, but my Nanami/Bakery Girl fanfic is finally complete (all three chapters have been uploaded!) I’m boosting it again for those who are interested in reading and for stans of the ship (we are small but mighty!) I’ve added graphics/visuals to this post so you can get a feel for the fic’s vibe.

Summary: Nanami Kento walks into the bakery, and when you meet his eyes, you think—oh. So this is what it means to fall in love at first sight.

Rating: M (for language + some spicy [but not explicit] scenes)

tags: CHAPTER 120+ SPOILERS (DO NOT read if you haven’t finished shibuya arc!), Nanami Kento/Bakery Girl, Nanami Kento/Reader, you’re bakery girl, Angst, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Eventual Romance, Romantic Angst, Post-Shibuya Arc

a/n: hi everyone there is a lack of nanami/bakery girl fics so i decided to write one. it’s nanami/reader except YOU are bakery girl! another thing that pushed me to write this was when someone said “she’s probably still waiting for nanami at the bakery.” my heart, ahhhh.

preview of the fic, my personal favorite part :)

Nanami wonders what it would be like to make a home with you: to wake up to the smell of fresh bread baking in your oven and the distant clinking of plates as you set up breakfast for the day. To have the sleep kissed away by the softness of your lips, his face fitting perfectly in those delicate hands of yours. Buying groceries and cooking dinner together, or him visiting you hard at work just to see you smile. To have more dances under the yellowed kitchen bulb, which he’ll promise to replace, but for now it’s a shoddy substitute for starlight (even though he sees it in the twinkle of your eyes.) 

The song ends, and you’re back to instructing him on how to make the pastries. You’re rambling on,unaware that his mind is drifting off. He’s still paying attention, of course, but not fully to your words. Beautiful, he carves this moment into the back of his mind, so beautiful.

Nanami watches you work away, baking appliances strewn across the grey counter as your hands diligently knead dough beneath you. You have a glint of determination in those eyes of yours, and it sends a searing feeling into his chest, the way you’re so focused and content, caring and free. He admits to himself that he could stare at you for hours as you perform such a plain little task: as long as he’s by your side. 

This is when he thinks he might love you.

But then you look up at him, wearing nothing but his dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up, a messy apron on top. There’s flour on your cheeks and nose, strands of hair falling from your loose ponytail. For a minute, the white powder dusted on your face bleeds away into pink as you catch his gaze, and then your lips turn up into a smile, beaming warmly like a hearth in a home. You feel like home. You are home. 

And this—this is when he knows.

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[amyrahrose]

Content warning: Nanamixreader smut, penetration, missionary, dominant kento!, unprotected sex, pet names, talking her through it, <READER IS BLACK FEMALE CODED>

Author's note: Something that popped in my mind in the middle of the night and first time writing Kento. Slightly proofread, so not too much on me 😅. Honestly this was slightly rushed, so with that being said I do hope you guys still enjoy. And as always thanks for your support! 🤎 18 and under, GET TA STEPPIN!

Nanami likes to think of himself as a reasonable man.

A logical man.

A sensible man. 

But not when it comes to you, oh no. 

He’s a wild man. 

A senseless man. 

A feral man.

You, because of you everything that seems to make sense to Nanami vanishes into thin air. He doesn’t know how to act, how to think, how to speak whenever he’s in your presence. He only knows how to feel, oh and feel he does. 

When he’s holding you.

Caressing you.

 In you. 

Nanami loves it, borderline obsessed. Hell, he is obsessed.

“You like it when I fuck you like this princess? C’mon, tell Daddy how good it feels.” Nanami groans out. He’s ramming his dick in and out of you at an animalistic pace. Mentally recording the sounds of your moans, the squelching of your juices, and the feeling of your walls clamping around his dick whenever he sings praises to you. 

“So good daddy, don’t ever stop, please.” You whine out, tears streaming down your face. 

This. 

This is want makes Nanami’s rationality slip into oblivion. Watching you, studying you and your every move. Learning, perfecting, what it is that makes your brows furrow together in pleasure, what makes the blood rush to your clit and thumps like a drum, what has your whiny voice moaning out his name like a mantra. He’s forever mesmerized at your fucked-out state, the tears that cascade down your face, or the way your lips begin to bruise from how hard you bite down on them, relishing in the feel of his dick kissing your spot over and over again. 

He’s a madman.

“Never. I’ll never stop. This pussy is too good for that.” He whispers in your ear before sucking on the sensitive spot on your neck that’s always getting you to arch your back off the bed.

This is the Nanami you yearned for. Of course you love the level-headed Nanami, but the rough fucking, dirty talking Nanami was who you craved, who you needed to satisfy your hunger.

“Kento, I’m right there. I’m going to cum.” You moan loudly when he takes one of his fingers in between the two of you, pressing down on your clit, drawing figure 8’s on it. 

“Yea, you’re going to come for me babygirl?. Going to make a mess all over this dick? Do it, fucking do it. Let me feel it sweetheart.” Nanami begged, voice raspy and full of need. His relentlessness in drilling his dick deeper inside of you with the pressure of rubbing your clit caused the band in your stomach to snap, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave hitting the shore. 

“That’s it, such a good girl for daddy.” He groans, throwing his head back in pure bliss. Gritting his teeth together as he chased after his own release, the feel of your walls spasming around him was all it took to send him over the edge. 

“Daddy’s going to cum in this pussy, I’m going to fill you up and you’re going to take it like a good girl.” He mumbled dumbly as his dick twitched inside your heat. 

“Fuck.” He dragged out, burying his head into the crook of your neck while his dick was buried inside the depth of your pussy, his release tainting your walls with his thick ropes of cum, leaving no part untouched. 

With ragged breathing, Nanami slowly rose up from you, taking a moment to look over you. It was then that the sun began shining in from the windows, illuminating your deep, rich brown skin with such a glow, Nanami would argue with top scholars that you were a goddess. Your braids tousled around your head like a crown, the rise and fall of your breast trying to regulate your breathing, nipples still swollen as if he just finished teasing them, and the slick of your juices mixed with his cum oozing out of your pussy caused a deep growl to come from him.

“Legs back up, Daddy wants more.”

Nanami liked to think himself a sensible man.

But for you, Nanami loved to think himself a senseless man. 

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Might write this into a full story- depends. Salaryman!NanamixReader! -canon adjacent ramble-

“(Y/N) are you ready for lunch?”

A simple question shouldn’t have shocked you so much but, coming from Nanami Kento it did.

You were attractive. You didn’t believe that or at least not to the extent Nanami had explained but, you were. You gained so much attention at the office that all went unnoticed by you. From bosses, coworkers, random delivery guys- it was madness basically. And you were just at your desk, not a care in the world, just thinking how nice everyone is at this job.

Everyone knew, especially Nanami. Unlike the others, he was a professional and never let himself get sucked into your orbit. He thought you were an admirable worker and you seemed nice. At the end of the day though you were just another coworker at the company he hated. He would catch you staring at him sometimes. He would pretend not to notice but it had started to get annoying. It was only after he noticed how you avoided the copy room did he understand: you can see curse spirits too.

He felt bad for you. You obviously didn’t know anything about curses or sorcery and now your work area isn’t safe. As long as you weren’t attacked he thought it would be okay to ignore it but the stressed expression you wore when asked to make a copy or go get some documents ate away at him. Nanami started to coveiently be around the copy room at the same time as you. And the strange little creature in the corner always seemed to be gone. You also felt lighter for the first time in years. You spent most of your life in constant fear of little creatures and dark energies you felt all around you. It plagued you as a child and your parents could never console you. You eventually learned to just deal with it. You had been able to get by the past couple of years without much trouble until you started working and saw it. A tiny, creepy, rat-like-fly-like-bird-like creature. It was hideous. But when Nanami would follow behind you to the copy room it never seemed to be there. In fact, you felt light around him. Like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.

This became your routine. Nanami didn’t seem to mind. You were constantly surrounded by others so he assumed you didn’t notice him. Not until one long company outing. You hated these. Nanami hated these. That’s probably why you were both drinking so heavily, the only two non-lightweights. All your co-workers were absolutely gone including your supervisors. It didn't take long before everyone called it quits. While standing outside, idly swaying, you spoke to Nanami in the longest conversation you two have ever had. You admitted that you felt safe around him, safer than you did at home. It almost felt like the horrid feeling you got at work suddenly transferred to your home. Nanami, being the gentleman he is, offered to take you home and you (still drunk) said “You’d rather spend time at his home just to keep feeling safe tonight.

That’s how you found yourself in Nanami’s large bed, in his moderate apartment, not as hung-over as you thought you would be. You walked out of the room to the smell of breakfast being made. You noticed a spare pillow and blanket on the couch as you st at the breakfast bar.

“Good Morning.” He said “Coffee or tea.”

“Tea.” You replied softly, “I didn’t mean to steal your bed.”

“It’s fine, you fell asleep in the taxi, I didn’t want to wake you.”

“Oh god,” you whined inwardly, “Did I say anything embarrassing?”

“You said you felt safe with me.” He said in a monotone voice as if theat wasn’t the most embarrassing thing to be told at 8 am.

You laid your head down on the counter top. This day could not get worse.

Nanami found it somewhat endearing. He decided that today was not a good day to tell you about curses. Now he just wanted you to feel better.​​ Instead of it being awkward, you two became somewhat closer. Work friends at least. It turned to actual friends and somewhat more. You didn’t really know what to call it, he felt like a boyfriend though. Nanami never protested you saying so. During work hours you stayed friendly and cooperative. Despite his apartement being bigger, Nanami enjoyed your home instead. He insisted that laying in your bed was better. He would jokingly say it was to keep you safe.

So yeah! It was a bit of a shock to you and the surrounding co-workers when Nanami-I-hate-work-Kento suddenly asked you to lunch and addressed you by your FIRST NAME.

“U-Uh, yeah. C-Coming.” You stumbled over your words and handed the paperwork to the coworker.

“Oh I thought we could get lunch today.” He said

“Sorry, Kento and I already had plans.” You replied with an embarrassed smile. It felt strange calling him by his first name in front of others. It was kind of nice too.

“So what was that,” You smiled as you both sat down for lunch.

“What was what?” He replied plainly.

“You seemed a little upset that Takahiro was going to ask me out for lunch.”

“Really? I didn’t notice him.”

You chuckled, “You also called me (Y/N).”

“I should have checked first, I’m sorry.”

“No. I like it. I would like it if you called me that all the time. I won’t be here long anyway.” You smiled. Kento often spoke about how you garnered attaentioned but you didn’t notice until this last month when you announced you were transferring.

“Alright I will then.” Kento said with a small hint of a smile. “I’ll be leaving a little after you.”

“Are you transferring?”

“No, I talk to an old classmate of mine. They found a mentorship for me, it’s at my old highschool.”

“That’s sweet!” You swooned, “Those kids would be lucky to have you.”

“I hope so. I want to give them the guidance I wish I had back then.”

After your lunch you both made your way back to the building. You both noticed a definite shift in the air. Takahiro must have spread the word already. It didn’t matterm you were both going to be out of this place so any idle gossip meant nothing. The day ended and you were about to part ways when he handed you his spare key. “I have to meet with my classmate for a bit, would you mind going over to my place?”

“Yeah, it’s no problem.” You seemed a little skeptical.

“There’s also something I wanted to talk with you about, I won’t be long. Don’t worry about cooking, I'll bring dinner.” He said as a black car rounded the corner.

“Is it something bad?” You asked.

“No, just important before I take this big step. I know I have your full support but I want you to know everything before I do.”

The car pulled in front of you both, the window rolled down and there sat a man with short parted black hair and black rimmed glasses. He spoke, “Nanami-san.”

“Text me when you get there.” Kento said as he reached for the door.

“Okay.” You smiled. He leaned over to give you a kiss and stepped into the backseat of the black car. You waved him off befoer turning towards the train station.

“It’s good to see you again, Nanami-san.” Ijichi said.

“Ijichi-san. Could you not mention anything you saw to anyone?” The two men made eye contact through the rearveiw mirror. A silent agreement was made. Nanami hadn’t fully agreed yet but keeping you out of the way of the higher ups took priority. He needed to make sure you knew exactly what those creatures were. What jujutsu sorcery was. What you were possibly risking by staying with him. He had to do it tonight while you still had a chance to leave. He loves you. He can’t tell you that though. He needed to make sure you wouldn’t stay if you had the choice.

He needed to keep you safe.

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Sinfully Planned

NanamixReader

Warning: Smut, Vouyerism, hairpulling, eating out woman, oral, cumming inside, more dominate Nanami, cheating too

I hope you all like this one! I know I've been gone for awhile. I'd hope to come back soon but I can't promise anything. Hope you have a good day and happy reading!

I almost never forget anything. I never lose my car keys or my purse. Except for one time. It so happened that I left my keys at Nanami’s apartment. I’d gotten all the way to mine before I even realized my mistake. A simple text was sent, and I made my way back. I told him to keep the door open for me so I can slip in and out. I thought I knew where I had left them. It was on the table by the couch. The couch where I slept last night due to a fight with my boyfriend. I was expecting them to be there. 

I, however, did not expect to hear something from the bedroom: a call of my name. It was small and almost non-existent. I needed to know why he’d called me though. If it was a fluke, I’d just leave. 

A quick peek through the door frame was enough to quench my thirst for knowledge of what was happening inside. I could feel my heart jump to my throat while watching. My eyes were transfixed on Nanami’s hand holding an already dripping dick. He thrusted his hand up and down to accentuate each muscle in his arm. The other gripping the covers as if trying to get a hold on this pleasure. 

The intimate moment felt even more hot because of how vile it was to keep watching. Although, I couldn’t take a moment away from the beauty in front of me. Nanami’s body was sculpted from years of putting in extra work into his craft. It was sinful, yet beautiful. His abs flexed with the pulse of his hand. Nanami kept a close rhythm as if he was already chasing this high. Sweat littered his forehead while he was biting his lip. Sinful grunts escaped beyond his control. It was the original reason I came to his door. 

I could feel myself holding my own breath as if I did anything would cause this beauty to stop, and the show would end. I should stop watching. I should go back and  pretend I didn’t see anything. All of these “shoulds” may even stop me from doing anything. My mind raced before deciding to take a single step back. One step and I’d be free to pretend my crush never existed. That was until the creek from the floorboards gave away my position. 

I cursed the wooden floorboards we had installed years ago. Maybe he didn’t hear. Maybe I can talk my way out of it. All the maybes in the world wouldn’t prepare me for Nanami standing at the door frame in only a towel. “What are you doing?”

 “Nothing,” I stumbled out while trying to walk away. “I was coming to tell you about where we’d be having dinner tonight.” I was making eye contact but slipped to the towel that barely held up against his waist. It was a simple mistake but it made me feel vulnerable. His gaze was glaring and almost predatory. 

“Do you really think I’d buy that excuse?” Nanami says while stretching to drape an arm on the frame. Sweat still gleaned from his brow and chest. His hair was mildly wet with the same sweat. 

I hadn’t realized how much he towered over me. “No,” I muttered. His build was glorious. A god who found his way on earth. His eyes full of a mystery that he refused to tell anyone else. I couldn’t tell who leaned in first. However, our lips met in a passionate frenzy. It was an angry frenzy of passion. 

Nanami lips felt like sweet syrup. They were a bit chapped but easily fixed with some shared saliva. He pressed my body against his so I could feel every bit of him. The towel slipped so easily off. Same with my shirt. His lust mirrored my own as we broke for a second of time. Nanami’s hand reached around and popped off my bra before dragging me to bed. 

“Fuck,” I mutter as the bed squeaked under my weight. He cut off my curse with another chaste kiss. Each one left me breathless. Nanami’s size was massive over me. I meant that in both possible ways. 

“That’s exactly what I’m going to do to you,” he grunts while tugging at my pants. A quick pull, and they fall off with the rest of my clothes that are all lost to the void. His exclamation made my legs cross in excitement for them to be caught by his thigh. “Don’t close them already. I haven’t even done anything yet.”

Nanami’s voice felt commanding yet kind. He cared but steadied himself. A finger ran down my pussy. While gathering the juice, he put it to his lips like a drink. He was tasting before his meal. “Already so wet for me, sweetheart?” 

A blush crossed my face and before I could respond, Nanami dipped his head to lick my clit. A simple swipe but enough to create friction all over. He found his peace making me squirm and moan for him. My hands dug into the perfectly placed hair on his head as I pulled him closer. I wanted every bit of myself to be covering his face. 

It took a bit but he finally found what would drive me over the wall soon enough. His tongue lapped up like a starved man. He was worshiping me. He worshiped each second of eating me out. 

I made sure to praise his efforts as he slowly built me up. Finally, I felt the rubber band snap. Nanami took this joy to watch his handwork. He used his thumb to keep my orgasm rolling through my body. His eyes desperately carve his name into my skin. Once I gain composure, I look up to see he is pumping his cock once again. 

“Was that good sweetheart?” he asks. 

I nod my head still trying to catch my breath. My chest was rising and falling at the same rate as he was jerking himself off. My eyes catch a glimpse of my keys. They were sitting on the nightstand. 

“Did you plan this?” I was confused. Nanami took this to turn me around with my ass in the air. I didn’t get an answer to my question, only his dick pushed against my entrance as if asking if he could. How could I deny a simple request? “Who cares. I want you to fuck me.”

“How can I not oblige?” he grunts before pushing into me. Nanami fills me to the brim. “Fuck,” he grunts while bottoming out. My head buries into the mattress. Possessiveness took over his body. He grips my hair and pulls it back. It was an aggressive but commanding tug. 

“Why do you think I left my room door open too?” he growled while forcing him to look at me. His eyes full of lust as he used me as a counterbalance for his thrusts. Our lips crashed aggressively. For as calculated as he seemed to pace himself, his lips betray him. They were moist and hurried to capture any chaste kiss given. My body leaned deeply into his while feeling a beautiful pain. His hand tugged harder into my hair while the other was leaving indents in my skin. 

His pace was demanding. Filling me up with each thrust. It demanded attention beyond what I was used to giving. It caused me to groan against Nanami’s lips. “Fuck Nanami.” My voice felt small.  He took this as a challenge to make me groan louder. His pace slowed enough to get the burn but not enough to feel the high. I repeated my praise to him.

“You’ll have to be louder than that.” His hand dug into my hair where I let out a cry of pleasure. 

“Fuck, Nanami,” I groaned louder. A resounding smack reverberated around the room. I repeated the curse only to be rewarded with another slap on my ass; however, he let go of my hair. My face fell into the mattress as if it had always been its resting place. One more praise of his name which felt more like I scream made his pace finally speed up. His unaccompanied hand went in between my legs to find my clit. His coarse fingers paced the rhythm. The pace was all too much. It was building to the end. I, also, could feel Nanami’s pace suffer as he was getting closer to his edge. 

“Where?” he grunted.

“Huh?” I asked. To be honest, I wasn’t thinking straight. My eyes were closed while feeling the pace. 

“Where do you want me to paint you?” His voice was becoming more off kilter as if he was trying to race his own high. I was so close. Almost too close. My hands gripped the bedsheets like Nanami did only minutes before. I was focusing on my own high to talk. Drool fell from my mouth as I tried to say words. Finally, I felt the all consuming nature of my orgasm again. Nanami took this to mean inside. His orgasm was hot as he pumped a few loads into me. He groaned my name before finally collapsing to the side. 

The room was filled with the sound of our breath catching up with us. The bedsheets were soiled and in desperate need of a wash. I catch a glimpse of the keys once more. 

“So you did plan this?”

“I wouldn’t say planned. More like it happened.”

Suddenly, a phone’s ringer went off. I knew it was mine, and I knew how deep shit I was in. It was the only person who would put such an obnoxious ringtone on my phone: my boyfriend, Gojo.

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[flxrartsstuff]

Dressing Up 👔

Nanamixfem!Reader OneShot, 18+

Author‘s note: This idea came up in my mind when I saw a TikTok actually. A cosplayer dressing up as Nanami and I imagined how it would be if you could wake up to this every morning, watching Nanami getting ready for work in front of you. This is also my first post here on tumblr and I hope you give this one a try!

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I blinked a few times as I was about to wake up and the bright light from the window was already making me squint again. But I didn't feel anyone next to me, the side of the bed was empty, whereas yesterday I had fallen asleep comfortably in my husband's arms. I turned around and saw him standing by the mirror, right next to the bed. And I liked the view so much that I was suddenly wide awake.

»Do you have to leave so early?« I asked the blonde, still sleepy, and turned onto my side, resting my head on the pillow with one hand. He turned around as soon as he heard my voice and reached for his beige pants to pull them over his ankles. His eyes locked on mine and I couldn't look away.

»Early? Look at the clock.« He grinned, nodding his head towards the digital clock on his bedside table. It clearly showed 7:00 in the morning. Definitely too early for me and too soon for him to have to go to work. I would have liked to ask him to undress again and lie with me. To warm me up like last night. I was still naked, with only the comforter pulled up to my neck, I could still feel his touch on me and his kisses. He had taken me so many times until we had both fallen asleep in each other's arms. My legs were still trembling from the intense touches, because of his hands that had impatiently pushed my thighs apart and had made me feel his hard manhood. I had lolling under him, moaning and begging for more. His every thrust was still felt in my nether regions, even though he was already on his feet this morning and getting ready for the day.

My gaze slid from his legs up to his chest as he slipped the blue shirt over his shoulders that I had ironed yesterday. His pants were still open, giving me a glimpse of his Calvin Klein boxers. Always a man with style. He was never satisfied with cheap shorts and always bought clothes that were much more expensive. I liked to rip his shirt off every time and do the same with his boxers. When he gave me the upper hand. His eyes were on me, as if we were just talking with our gazes. And we both knew that he wanted to continue where we had left off yesterday. His eyes were clouded with lust, dark and distorting. He bit his lip lightly as if to say, »You're unbelievable.«

I grinned and let out a long sigh as he fastened the last button of his shirt, ending the view of his chiseled pecs for the time being. Our looks were worth a thousand words. I read in his eyes the same words I had heard him say last night.

»Fuck, baby, you're incredible. A little more, I want all of you. I want to be even deeper inside you.«

»Oh God yes...« It was as if I could hear the two of us doing it together without restraint. How loud we must have been, so that all the neighbors already knew us. The bed, which banged violently against the wall with each of his thrusts, the head of which he constantly held on to in order to thrust into me with even more momentum. I could still feel him inside me, his hard length twitching deep inside me, hitting every sensitive spot inside me and eliciting loud cries of pleasure.

»Kento...don't stop...just don't stop...« I had moaned, digging my fingers into his back, which had long since turned red and was covered in scratches.

»Stop?« He had repeated amusedly, pulling back only to thrust again with full force. »I'm just getting started...«

One climax followed the next until my nether regions were melting with heat. I screamed his name countless times, spurring him on. My hands kept burying themselves in his hair and pulling on it. When I looked up at him now, I saw a neatly trimmed hairstyle. He pushed the shirt into his pants and his hands wandered purposefully down to his crotch. I could only watch as he zipped it up agonizingly slowly, as if he wanted to show me again what to expect tonight. I couldn't hold back an excited sigh, even when he tightened the belt around his hips.

»Such a naughty thing...« he replied quietly as he grabbed his watch and clasped it around his wrist. I had given it to him for Christmas last year and he's worn it every day since then. It slid so easily over his wrist and drew my attention to his masculine and strong hands, whose fingers I had felt deep inside me as well last night. He wanted to tease me and feel me, wanted to taste me and had even made me suck on his fingers so that I could taste my own moisture and arousal. He knew how to drive me out of my mind.

Every of his moves were perfect. His morning routine seemed so elegant and efficient despite its simplicity. He smelled of his aftershave, which would have put me to bed long ago if I hadn't already been here. My thighs pressed together violently, but I couldn't stop myself from feeling a warm, aroused trail on my pussy. I liked undressing him, but watching him get dressed had an equally attractive effect on me. All that was missing now was for me to start drooling. Of course, Kento took full advantage of this. When he had fastened the buttons on the sleeves, he reached for his tie, with its unmistakable leopard pattern. It was still hanging on my right hand, lightly wrapped, reminding me of what had happened yesterday.

»You’re only mine. Understand?« His voice had been so dark when he had tied his tie around my wrists. So I had been completely at his mercy, throwing my head back with a moan and giving myself over completely. My hands were tied tightly to the bed above my head as he playfully ran his tongue up my thigh and then between my legs. He played around my clit, licked me and sucked on my womanhood. I had reared up in excitement, thrown my head back, rolled my eyes and opened my mouth so wide that nothing but moans and whimpers came out.

»Fuck…« I breathed out, not able to say anything else. But it wasn’t enough for him. Of course it hadn't been enough for him. And as long as he hadn't had his answer, he would delay my orgasm until he had heard what he wanted.

»Understand?« he repeated with emphasis in his voice, stopped sucking on my clit as I loved it and looked at me. I had looked down at my legs, his head between my thighs, my arousal on his lips.

»Yes, oh God, yes! I'm yours, Kento.« I had whimpered in desperation that I wouldn't have recognized myself. My hips wanted to grind against his mouth again, but he laughed softly to himself as he leaned closer to me again. His voice beat against my pussy and sent a thousand shivers through my body.

I could still feel the tremors from my climax and clenched my thighs even tighter. But nothing helped, so I hurriedly jumped off the bed and at least helped him with his tie. Maybe that would distract me a little.

»Let me, will you?«

He grinned, snuggled closer to me and placed his hands loosely on my hips. But he let me do it and watched my every move. I knew how to tie a tie, he had shown me often enough. But instead of it calming or distracting me, I thought back to last night. When I had been able to experience control for a moment, when I had sat on him and ridden him without hesitation. I grinned broadly, adjusted his tie and straightened his shirt collar.

»What are you thinking of?« he asked me amused.

»Oh God, yes...« He had moaned beneath me, hot-blooded and uninhibited. Had constantly thrust his hips against mine in unison, making me sink him even deeper inside me each time. I had moved slowly at first, then faster and faster on him, riding his cock with such impatience until another climax had built up in my abdomen. I felt him twitching and quivering inside me, felt that he was almost as far as I was. I had stretched my back, my breasts bouncing with every thrust and his hands dug into my hips.

»Fuck, I‘m cumming…oh god, I‘m cumming!«

»Cum for me…« he had growled darkly, sending me finally over the edge. I couldn’t stop grinning, moaning, letting everything out what I had felt in this moment. His hips continued to move for a while, I was still rubbing my wet pussy against his cock to savor every last spark of my orgasm. I could feel him quivering and cumming inside me too. Growling and moaning, his hands sunk firmly into my flesh. Something I loved besides letting him lead me was turning the tables on him. To see the excitement and lust on his face as I moved on top of him and the desperate need for release.

And as soon as I had sunk into the pillows next to him, his arms had wrapped around me and we had sunk into a deep and satisfying sleep. At least until this morning, which brought me back to the reality. Even though, as he took his jacket and left the flat with a kiss on my lips, I still couldn't think about anything else but how I would take off all his clothes tonight as slowly and efficiently as he had put them on.

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Bon Appétit

NANAMIXREADER! When your husband comes home tired and in need of rest, the last thing you want him to do is further care for you. When he's clingy and in need of your attention, what can't you resist? _________ ♫ TELEPATÍA - kali uchis ❝ʏᴏᴜ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ꜱᴇᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴜɢʜ ʏᴏᴜ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ᴅᴏ? ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ᴀʟʟ ᴏᴠᴇʀ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴡᴏ❞

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The door creaked open, announcing your husband’s return from a long day of exorcising curses and dealing with paperwork. As Nanami stepped inside, you could see the weariness etched into every line of his face, the exhaustion evident in the slump of his shoulders.

Using a towel to wipe your hands, you quickly abandoned the dinner you had been cooking. In a few steps, you find yourself standing in front of him, feeling your nose crunch up at the sight of his fatigued attitude. "Kento, you're home," you greeted with a softer tone, reaching out to gently touch his arm.

Without a word, Nanami pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His warmth surrounded you, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he held you close, seeking solace in your presence.

You wrapped your arms around him, returning the embrace with equal fervor, understanding the silent message in his hold. I mean, who couldn’t?

But here, close and personal, you could feel the weight of his exhaustion, the heaviness of his burdens, the uncomfortable intakes of breath. 

A minute or two goes by and Nanami seems pleased enough as he releases you. His tired eyes met yours, expressing silent gratitude. 

Releasing a breath you were holding, you took his hand in yours and led him over to the chiffon couch, pushing him down and guiding him to sit. “You should sit for a bit, you’ve been working hard.” 

Nanami didn't protest as he sank into the cushions, his eyes drifting shut as he let out a long sigh of relief. You watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he tilted his head back, seeking comfort within the cushions.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the sight. As tired as he was, he never failed to amaze you with how handsome he’d always been. You can’t help but brag whenever given the chance. You had the privilege to call Nanami Kento your husband.

And what a husband he is.

Reaching out, you brushed a stray strand of hair away from his forehead, tracing the lines of his face with tender fingertips. "You know, you shouldn’t always overwork yourself," you whispered, cupping the side of his face while stroking his cheek with your thumb. "It's okay to let yourself rest."

Nanami's eyes fluttered open, the curves of his mouth curling into a smile. "Thank you, love," he murmured, sneaking a glance at your lips before returning his gaze to yours.

Giggling, you leaned in to press a gentle peck upon his lips. "Of course.” Taking one last glance at him, you walk yourself to the kitchen to finish up the dinner the both of you were going to share.

Taking out a cutting board, you grab the onion and place it on top; cutting it into small squares with a large knife before scraping it off onto the side.

Before you can start on the garlic, you hear lousy, heavy footsteps approaching.

Moving to turn your head, Nanami's arms wrapped swiftly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. His warmth enveloped you, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

"Ken—what are you doing?" you questioned, putting down the knife while leaning back into his grasp.

"I just want to be close to you," he murmured, voice muffled against your hair as he nuzzled in closer.

You couldn't help but go red at his words, feeling the trickling warmth rise your neck. "I know, but you need to rest," you insisted gently, turning to face him and placing your hands on his chest.

Nanami didn't argue, but he didn't move away either, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, as if he couldn't bear to let you go. He’s known to be stubborn, anyone knows he would never give up that easily.

"Alright, you can stay," you relented, giving in to his clinginess. "But promise me you'll sit down and rest when I finish this." You motion to the vegetables being chopped with your hands. He gave you a slow nod in response, eyes shut.

Chopping up the ingredients, you feel the slight weight of his body fall onto yours as his hold on you loosens. It’s not that you’re complaining, if he’s getting rest here, it’s better than nothing. But, the warmth that radiated from him against your back made you suppress the urge to shiver. 

Even if it’s embarrassing to admit you occasionally sneaked glances at Nanami over your shoulder, it’s not like you could help it, especially with his breaths brushing up against your neck. 

As you moved to grab the thyme, you felt Nanami's chin rest on your shoulder, his breath now tickling your ear as he whispered, "You're amazing, you know that?"

“I know.” You replied, trying to hide your suppressing grin from his face. Sliding your hands down to his, you unwrap the grasp he has on you. “Sit down at the table, or anywhere—I just need you to relax.”

“But I am relaxed,” he mutters with furrowed brows, scanning your face for what seems to be an annoyance as he connects his hands back together.

“It won’t take that long, I need to move around to cook, Kento.” 

It takes a why won’t you listen to me look and a minute to get him to unleash the hold. But yet, you still feel eyes watching. From your peripheral vision, you see him watching you prep the meal with a focused gaze. When he catches you staring, he gives you a grin, knowing all too well you won’t protest.

For the next few minutes, you worked in silence, the only sound in the kitchen being the sizzle of cooking on the stove. The one that seems to be the loudest is Nanami's presence behind you, leaning against the countertop. Despite his words, you could feel him watching you, his gaze not broken.

"You know, you're not very good at listening," You tease, sliding the food from the cutting board onto the hot pan. 

You hear his deep chuckle echo throughout the kitchen, “I guess not," he admits with a small shrug. "Need to make sure my foods aren’t poisoned, though."

"Oh, shut up," you quip with a playful smirk, suppressing a roll of your eyes as you turn off the heat on the stove. "Could you get the plates?"

Nanami offers a tired smile as he nods. "Of course," he replies softly, moving past you towards the cabinet where the plates are kept.

But before you can even step aside to let him through, Nanami gently nudges you out of the way with a small shake of his head. "I've got this love, you can sit down," he insists, his voice warm but firm.

You sigh, feeling a mixture of appreciation and frustration at his stubbornness. "Ken, you don't have to do everything yourself," you groan, reaching out to touch his arm. "It’s my turn."

But Nanami simply shakes his head, his expression determined as he retrieves the plates and moves to set them on the table. "I want to do this for you," he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "It's the least I can do.” 

You sit at the table, watching your husband move around the kitchen with ease. Despite his exhaustion, his movements are precise and deliberate, it’s freaky the more you take in how steady he is, even when tired.

Finally, Nanami returns to the table, a contented smile gracing his lips. In his hands, he carries the plates, each one carefully arranged with the meal you’d had prepared earlier.

With gentle grace, he sets the plates down in front of you, and before you can thank him, he’s walking to the kitchen again. Now holding two glasses and a wine bottle. The both of you share excited looks once you realize what he brought you. 

He sits down across from you, not before pouring a glass of wine for each of you, the deep red liquid sparkled in the soft light of the kitchen. 

"Bon appétit," Nanami murmurs, raising his glass in a silent toast.

You smile and raise your glass to meet his. "Cheers," you reply softly, hearing the clink of your glasses meeting one another as you take a sip. 

“Maybe I’ll make dessert, treat us to something swe—”

“Absolutely not.” 

@siythn all rights reserved!

AUTHORS NOTE!- not my best by ANY means i just have to get something out oops!

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[nuclevi]

rival sorcerer!gojo who never misses a chance to prove he’s stronger than you and you’ll always come second to him. who’s glare sharpens and jaw tightens when you tease him about being a pathetic noncommittal whore and an egoistic bastard. gojo, who always flips and slams your body ruthlessly on the ground while sparring with the excuse of “preparing you for the worst in case he’s not there to save your ass” as he says. who also spends his precious time collecting special medicinal herbs for your quick recovery without your knowledge, but says “just don’t want them slowing me down” when irieri questions him about it.

rival sorcerer!gojo who is always breathing down your neck to pull and jab at your weaknesses with his cheshire like grin, creeping you out. who loves pointing out your flaws to watch you get heated. “aw, you’re tired and want a break?? this is why you always come second.” “can you be good at something, at least?” “why would you go out in the open in front of the enemy like that, lovely, knowing you’d fail, since that’s all you’re capable of.” who sometimes trains shirtless with sweat dripping down his crafted body and sweats hanging low on his hips, very well aware that you’ll be watching shamelessly from your spot in the doorway. gojo who smirks and drops a low “like whatchu see?” just to rile you up further and watch you scurry away with red cheeks.

rival sorcerer!gojo who can’t help the little tinge of worry that blooms in him when he notices you overworking and tiring yourself with the training. who finds you sobbing to yourself one night on the rooftop and his heart breaks a little on hearing you mutter “when will i be first?” “how much harder should i work?” “i just want to be enough.” gojo who can’t explain it, but hated every bit of seeing you doubt yourself. who doesn’t ever let anyone else condemn you or your abilities, because his eyes have seen the heights of your strength, his body has taken the blows you sent his way, even tho he’s the strongest of all. who never lets the higher ups and executives badmouth your work, always defending your honor in your absence and “how capable you are, not only as a sorcerer but as a person,” his words.

rival sorcerer!gojo who sees you sharing an umbrella with nanami on a rainy day and tastes a bitter feeling in his mouth because you and him were never so naturally good at bonding, so why are you here sliding in nanami’s car while he opens the door for you, as if you’ve been BFFs? who’s pride takes a small punch when you chat and laugh with nanami, out of all people, as if grumpy blonde salarymen are any better than mean blue eyed sorcerers. who scoffs and turns away when ieiri tells him he’s jealous, but his stiff posture and longing stares in your way give it away. gojo, who’s eyes and mind always dart towards you during dangerous missions, as if ensuring your safety is his second nature.

rival sorcerer!gojo who finally comes to the realization that he’s far gone and what he feels for you isn’t just some stupid puppy love that grew out of desire between two heated rivals. who tries to be softer and nicer towards you, subtly showing off his skills to impress you and prove he’s better than nanami. who uses the excuse of guiding your hand and straightening your posture during combat training, just to be close to you. who wants to take you out on dates openly instead of suffering silently like this, take care of you after grievous missions, share long kisses and make out sessions with you, tease you and hear you laugh. but there’s only so much he can do, knowing the lovestruck glances and secret lingering touches nanami throws towards you, because he had wanted to do this for the longest time and now gojo would just have to sit and watch nanami have exactly what he wanted to have with you.

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[mylittlesyn]

Nanami’s Secret Wife

**** HEAVY JJK MANGA SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT ****

Nanami likes to keep his home life and work life separate, so of course his best friend Gojo knows nothing about him having a secret wife.

 You looked out the window at the destruction near Shibuya from the balcony of the highrise apartment, nestling into the chair and staring at that flattened spot. The power was still out, and being on the top floor of a building with 22 floors, you weren’t inclined to go out much. Even so, you knew better than to go out when you saw destruction like that. You didn’t fully understand the extent of what your husband did, it wasn’t like you could see him at work. You understood the concept of curses, though you didn’t have the ability to see them yourself. You knew that they originated from fear and hatred, and you knew that he worked hard to fight them… To destroy them… To keep you safe. You and your future child. Smoothing over your belly, you tried your best to calm the stirring in your stomach, your daughter practically tossing and turning within you. Grabbing onto the railing, you pulled yourself up and walked over to the kitchen.

 Without power running throughout Tokyo, you weren’t too keen on leaving your apartment. Given your swollen ankles and your large pregnant belly, you weren’t able to leave your apartment but your lovely neighbors helped you out with groceries and helping keep you alive. It’s been a couple weeks, and you were starting to get very worried. Normally your husband would come home as soon as the job was done. There were times that he would spend days at a time away… But never this long. You poured water into the tea kettle and lit the gas stove. You’ve had a sinking feeling in your stomach for a while now. You’d tell yourself that you were being paranoid, that he was fine and he’d be home soon. The kettle whistled and you poured the water into a mug to then add some chamomile to calm your nerves… You were running low on chamomile, and given your worries, you could really use more. Still, you were fairly certain you wouldn’t be able to find any if you didn’t even have power.

 Taking a sip of the tea, you felt the warmth travel down your throat. The nights continued to get colder, and you currently had no running heat with this power outage. You knew that you were already struggling to keep warm, and winter was quickly approaching as fall faded. You rested on your couch and placed the mug on the coffee table to then pick up the photo of you and your husband. The both of you stood side by side, your head resting on his shoulder. You had insisted on taking the photo of the two of you, and you were focused on the camera, but your husband… He looked at you with such loving care, yourself completely oblivious as you smiled while facing the camera. It was your favorite photo, it showed just how much he adored you, how he could never take his eyes off of you. He very much kept his work and home life separate. Sometimes you wished he would talk about it more. Sometimes you felt like you only knew half of his life. Sometimes you wish he’d let you into that part of his life. Still you trusted him. You loved him. He was kind, and caring, and loving, and compassionate, and so many things that were all so      good.     So you let him keep things separate. He’d come home sometimes when he was exhausted, occasionally he would talk about his day. He’d never go into detail, and things were always kept vague, but you loved it. It excited you to hear his rants and complaints, because it gave you some insight into this whole other world.

 You admired his chiseled jaw and high cheekbones, tracing over them on the photo with your fingertips. His blond hair and green eyes made you wonder what your child would look like. Would they get his handsome features, or yours? Would they get a nice mix of both? You had your own theories, preferences, but you knew that no matter what this child would look like… You’d love them. You’d love them with all your heart, and you knew your husband would too. You found yourself imagining him as a father… Holding your baby for the first time. You were certain the look on his face would be one to make you cry.

 You imagined him taking care of your child, feeding them… Telling them bedtime stories… Showing them love… Teaching them how to play baseball… Having tea parties with them… Walking in the park with you, under the cherry blossom trees as he pushed the stroller where your child lay.

 You were set to give birth in a couple more weeks. You were ready to finally meet your little bundle of joy. And to stop having swollen ankles. And to stop feeling like a blimp. And to stop everyone randomly putting their hands over your stomach without permission. But mostly you wanted to meet them. To hold them, love them, and cherish them to the best of your abilities as a mother. Yet most of all, you wanted to have your family. You placed the photo back onto the coffee table and picked up your mug, drinking some of the tea. It was starting to get cold, and the air felt crisp. You got up from the couch with much effort and walked into your bedroom closet. Rummaging through the clothing, you found your husband’s wool coat and slid it on to keep yourself warm. You smelled the collar, fragrant of his cologne. Closing your eyes for a moment, you tried to pretend you were enveloped by him… By his warmth… His scent… Him.

 KNOCK KNOCK

 You rushed to the door as you weren’t expecting anyone to bring you anything. Could it be him? Maybe he lost his keys. Maybe he just wanted to pretend for a moment. Maybe he was too exhausted to even bother trying to fish out his keys. When you opened the door, a tall man with white hair and sunglasses stood before you.

 “Ahhh, so you’re Nanami’s secret wife.” He mused with a wide smile. Who was this man? You’ve never seen him before… Why are you his      secret     wife? Could he be from work? You stood there in the doorway contemplating things as you noticed his grin grow further while his hand reached out for my stomach. “And pregnant no less… You look like you’re about to pop!” He joked while you tried to place my berings.

 “Who are you? How do you know Nanami?” You demanded. His grin faded only to quickly return.

 “Ahhh… Well I suppose you wouldn’t know about me if I didn’t know about you.” He paused for a moment as he looked down while smiling to himself. “May I come in?” He asked. Should you let him in? He knows Nanami… But how? “Mah… I’m his friend and coworker, I only bite people who want to be bitten.” He teased while pulling down his sunglasses to reveal shimmering blue eyes so he could wink at you. After he raised his glasses again you blinked a few times as you just processed what happened. Did he just flirt with you? You started to recall Nanami once complaining about a coworker who annoyed him with his irresponsible attitude… This sounds like him.

 “Yes… Alright…” You moved back and opened the door wider for him to come inside. “Come on in.” He walked past you and plopped himself down on your couch after removing his shoes. His hands quickly latched onto the photo you had just been admiring, and you watched while nearing. As you sat down next to him, you grew a sinking feeling in your stomach. “Where is Nanami…?” You watched as he put down the photo to reach into his coat pocket, and you grew horrified when you saw what he pulled out: Nanami’s wedding ring. You couldn’t do anything but blink as tears welled up in your eyes with your vision quickly getting blurry.

 “My student gave this to me. He said Nanami wanted me to find you to give this to you.” He shared a half smile while placing his hand on your shoulder. You still couldn’t move. It couldn’t be true. He was so strong… You needed him. You were with child and you needed him. Your child needed him. The thought of your child never seeing their father, never knowing their father, had your tears rolling over and spilling out one by one. The pale man took your hand and placed the ring in your palm before closing your hand in a fist. “He asked me to protect you. I assume you know about curses and such. I promise you I will keep you safe. Right now there are a lot of curses brewing with the current state of Tokyo, and how much fear there is, curses are forming left and right. I’d like you to stay with me for a while, at least until things go back to normal. I have a guest bedroom and I want you to know that despite my initial wink… I would never betray Nanami by trying anything with you. I just… I’ve lost a friend before him, so I want to honor his memory.” You were still speechless, in shock. You could listen to everything he was saying, you could hear the pain in his voice, you could see the look of torment and sincerity he held as he took his sunglasses off to look you in the eyes, and you could swear you even noticed how Nanami rubbed off on him some. And yet you couldn’t process any of it. Your brain just wouldn’t, couldn’t, didn’t know how to process anything else at the time as your tears continued to wet Nanami’s favorite coat. “Will you stay with me? Can… Can you even walk down all those stairs in…      your condition    ?” His crass words pulled you out of the trance and you found yourself laughing.

 “Clearly you’re in shock-”

 “I don’t even know your name and you want me to live with you?” You blurted out between fits of laughter. He scratched the back of his neck after he chuckled.

 “I’m Gojo Satoru. I suppose I should know your name as well, but either way I promised myself I would help. I have electricity and heat. Someone as pregnant as you shouldn’t have to worry about freezing in here.” He elaborated while your laughter slowly turned into sobs. You didn’t want to leave the home you made with your husband, but you knew he was right. It was only going to get colder and there was no telling when the power would come back. He placed his arm around your shoulders, pulling you into him and you buried your face into his shoulder, letting you cry all you needed to cry. Still there wasn’t enough time to cry all you needed to cry, so you clung to his shirt and gripped tightly onto the ring in your hand while trying to be strong enough to start packing. You tried so hard not to crumble as you pulled away. You tried so hard to pull yourself together, to be strong… Like you knew he would want you to be for your child. With a hand on your stomach, you slowly stood up from the couch.

 “I’ll go with you, but I need to pack some things… And for you to be patient with me going down the stairs.” You warned as you grabbed the photo on the coffee table, bringing it with you into the bedroom. After placing the photo on the bed, you slipped Nanami’s ring onto your forefinger. It was a little loose, but it would have to do for now. Walking into the closet, you pulled out the suitcase and placed it onto the bed. You rummaged through the closet and your drawers, placing all of the clothing you needed into the suitcase only to stop about halfway through. “I…” You trailed off while taking a moment to sit down on the bed with your face in your hands.

 “What is it?” You heard Satoru ask.

 “I need a crib.” You whimpered before breaking into tears again.

 “We can get a crib at my place.” Satoru assured while sitting down next to you and placing a hand on your shoulder.

 “No!” You cried out, pulling your face out of your hands to look him in those strange blue eyes. “I want ours… Nanami built it.” You squeaked meekly, fully aware of how childish you sounded but you couldn’t help it. You felt this innate need to make sure that the first bed your child is placed in was the one built by their father. How else were they supposed to know his warmth and compassion?

 “If it fits through the door, I’ll have people come by to take it to my place.” He mentioned, reasoning with my immature request. You stared at this man, whom you were no longer sure if he was the annoying one Nanami would mention on occasion. Perhaps… When it came to his friends, he was a little more… Kind and… Patient. Both things you needed right now. After another moment, you managed to pull yourself together enough to stand up. This time you rummaged through his side of the closet, grabbing a few of his button ups, smelling each one before you did. You figured you would need comfort in a forgein place. Once you grabbed a couple and placed them in the suitcase, you reached for a few of his undershirts and tossed those in too. Lastly you went to the head of the bed and added his pillow… Likely the only thing that would help you sleep now. “Alright, let’s go, it’s getting late.” He mentioned, but there was still so much left to pack.

 “I’m not done.” You declared as you pulled out a large tote, starting by placing in your favorite photo of the two of you delicately inside. Going into the medicine cabinet, you grabbed your prenatal vitamins with all the other things you were supposed to take. You rushed a bit while heading into the study, quickly grabbing your manuscript for your romance novel that you were working on, along with your laptop that you would now be able to use to write with the power at Satoru’s. You brought those items along with the fountain pen Nami gifted you to place them all into the tote. Walking in front of the bedside stand you grabbed your long dead phone and charger, adding that to tote as well.

 “”There’s still no signal anywhere… The towers are down.” Satoru mentioned.

 “It’s for photos… I just want to see him. There’s a voicemail he left me too… I was so enthralled with my writing… I didn’t even get to say goodbye to him.” You confessed with your voice cracking at the end. You found yourself standing in front of the tote, smelling the hem of Nami’s wool coat.

 “Now are you ready?” Satoru wondered while putting his sunglasses back on. You were avoiding it. You didn’t want to go into the baby room. The very room that you and Nami so meticulously put together. If it were up to you, a lot of things you wouldn’t have been so…      Particular     about, but you humored him. It was such an intimate bonding experience, and you just couldn’t face the room.

 “No… I need a few things from the baby room. Could you go in there for me? There’s a bag in there. Get some clothes, the pump, the baby blanket in the crib specifically, and then a couple other spares. Spit up rags, pacifiers, the mobile, and the children’s book… Everything else we could probably find to buy somewhere… At least I hope given the state of things.” You listed while looking past the tote with your things.

 “Why don’t you go get them? You seem to know best what you need…” But you shook your head quickly with tears rolling down your cheeks again.

 “I can’t…” You whispered as you planted your palms on the bed before resting on your side, wedging yourself between the suitcase and the tote as you started crying again. Footsteps rang in your ears as you continued to cry, your eyes surely puffy and red from all the tears. Eventually he came back with the baby bag, and after gathering all the strength you could muster, you began to rummage through it. Everything you mentioned was in there, he even went as far as to grab some baby bottles you had forgotten to mention, along with the stuffed rabbit Nami had picked out. “Thank you.” You whispered. He took the bags and luggage and headed downstairs with you, taking you into his home.

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 Satoru had helped you a lot in the past week and a half, telling you stories about your husband, ones you had never heard of, ones that helped you grieve in a way that didn’t leave you crying all the time. He was a bit much, and a bit overwhelming at times, but when you let him know that you needed some space, he gladly gave it to you. His house was huge, and he was more than generous, which given the circumstances, you were more than thankful for. You two had bonded, with this platonic friendship forming, one that you would swear Nami himself had helped from while watching you from the other side. Satoru was holding your hand now as you pushed, though it was possible you might have broken his hand.

 “It’s a girl!” The doctor declared as you listened to the cries of your newborn child.

 “Have you thought of a name?” Satoru asked while holding his hand as you rested your head back on the pillow, still feeling exhausted.

 “Kenna.” You whispered as the doctor walked towards you with your child in their arms. You knew your husband’s name referenced some numbers, but here you put the big and strong from ken and a na to mean love when written in Kanji. Nami and you had discussed names, and he was happy with anything that described the child… You knew he’d be happy with the name you chose. They carefully placed Kenna into your arms, and you gasped when you looked at your newborn for the first time. Her eyes were little carbon copies of your husband’s. She wrapped her tiny little hand around your finger and you cooed happily. You stayed in the hospital a few days before going back to Gojo’s house. There you were finally able to place little baby Kenna into the crib her father had built. “My precious little Kenna, this is the crib your father built.” You placed your phone by Kenna’s ear to start playing the voicemail. “And this is his voice.”

 “Caught up in your writing?” You listened to his soft chuckle as tears welled up. “I’m leaving my ring with my coworker, Gojo. His student should be able to get it to him. There’s going to be a rough fall out after what happens here. As much as Gojo can annoy me… Go with him. He will keep you safe, he’s the strongest. I’m sorry I never got to meet our child… I know they’ll be loved enough with you. I love you, my dear-”

 You would play the voicemail for your child every night. You wanted her to know her father’s voice… To recognize it. You also noticed your child’s eyes would wander and focus in on certain areas while out on your walks, and you feared they might be destined for the life Kento lived. When you weren’t showering your child with love the way Ken wished, you were writing. His death inspired you in a way you hadn’t been inspired before. You figured you might not be able to have him live anymore in reality, but you could write him alive and well a thousand times over in your stories. You quickly grew recognition, afterall, who wouldn’t fall for someone as loving and wholesome as your husband? You must’ve written a hundred stories with him in it. Him as a fireman, a CEO, a yakuza boss, a southern gentleman, a sorcerer… They were all him in some shape or form, and your fans were in love. You were still in love. You just couldn’t bring yourself to let go. You went back to the home you two had built once things were back to normal.

 When you finally did, things still smelled of him. The whiskey glass he had left out that you kept meaning to clean up but always forgetting, was still there. The smell of him on his second pillow on his side of the bed. The towel he used hanging in the bathroom, his soap and shampoo. A few stray hairs from his last shave, still stuck in the sink near his toothbrush. His old paperwork in the shared office, and the bottle of whiskey he kept ‘hidden’ in the bottom right drawer. His presence was peppered all throughout your shared home. You found yourself grieving all over again, throwing yourself into your writing, keeping him alive. This pattern continued on even as Kenna grew old enough to understand how much you loved and missed him. Satoru would come to visit fairly frequently, spending time with your daughter. He had become somewhat of an uncle to her. Even in your own thoughts you were hesitant to say father figure because he was still anything but. Still, your daughter loved him and loved listening to the stories Satoru would tell about Nami. Her favorites were the pranks he would pull on Nami.

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 “Mommy, mommy!” Kenna came rushing into the office jumping up to sit on your lap. “Why don’t you marry uncle Toru?!” You tried to hold back your laughs as you stopped writing you give your daughter your full attention.

 “Because Mommy still loves Daddy.” You stated plainly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but you started to notice her pout.

 “It’s been six years… Don’t you think it’s time to move on?” Satoru mentioned while looking to the ground to then meet your eyes. You simply stared, a little speechless. He had never mentioned anything about you moving on before.

 “I just want you to be happy mommy…” Your daughter explained while kicking her legs in the air, smiling back up at you with his eyes. It has been more than enough time. Perhaps it was time for you to start to let go. If anything else, for her. You nodded and she jumped off of your lap while you tightened the yukata of Ken ken’s that you wore. Walking into the kitchen, you held the whiskey glass he had used all those years ago and held it to you. Closing your eyes, a memory of the both of you having a glass after a long day of writing and curse fighting having exhausted you both. Your head was on his shoulder and you were both laughing at some of the strange things popping up in the ads from the research you had to do.

         “Next thing you know, I’ll get some ad for one of those strange mommy and me classes.” You joked while moving to hold his hand.      

         “Maybe the ads you’re getting shouldn’t be strange…” He suggested, and you lifted your head as he placed his glass on the coffee table.      

         “What do you mean?” You wondered, not sure you were understanding what he meant.      

         “Well… Maybe we should make those ads you’re getting be relevant. Maybe…” He brought your hand up to his lips and he kissed the back of your palm. “We should try having a baby…” He suggested once more.      

         “Yes!” You exclaimed, filled with joy at his words. “Yes, yes, yes! Let’s have a baby.” Before you could even see his reaction, he was already cupping your face and pulling you into a kiss. You both made love right there on that couch, far too excited and trying to conceive a child.      

 You stared at that very couch while holding the whiskey glass before bringing it over to the sink and washing the glass, drying it, and then putting it away.

 “Nanamin would want you to move on… To be happy. You’ve grieved enough.” Satoru told you while squeezing your shoulder lightly.

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 A year later you found yourself sitting next to Satoru who was nursing the one drink while you were on your third glass of whiskey. You were both laughing away at the things your daughter did that day while she slept. “Why did you hang around? I mean after I left your home, you could’ve just left me and never worry about us again.” You questioned with a shrug.

 “I don’t think Nanamin would like that very much.” He joked while putting down the drink on the coffee table while you chuckled. “Besides… I love you.” He confessed quietly, but you still heard him, and you still choked on your drink.

 “What?” You questioned while watching him take off his sunglasses, and you knew he wasn’t joking.

 “I first noticed it shortly after you moved back in. You were exhausted and you handed me Kenna before quickly falling asleep on my shoulder. That’s when I started to fall for you…” He explained after taking your drink, placing it on the table, and holding your hands in his.

 “I… I still miss him.” You whispered while blinking away tears.

 “I know.” He assured.

 “I still love him.”

 “I know.”

 “You deserve more, Satoru. I mean, I still sometimes take Ken ken’s cologne and use it on his clothes so I feel him near me again. It’s sick, I know, but...” You tried to tell him but he waved you off before gulping down his drink.

 “Mah, I think if I could’ve gotten more, I would’ve by now. It’s only been seven years.” He joked.

 “You telling a self depreciating joke…? That’s unlike you.” You mentioned while picking up your whiskey and taking a sip.

 “What can I say, rejection will do that to you.” He teased while pouring himself another glass before turning to you. “I hope you know, I am not asking you to stop loving him, or erase him from your life… I just want to know… Could you love me too…?” He asked while holding your hands once more.

 “I…” You thought of him always there. There for every major life event, birthday, first day of school, Kenna’s first steps. You thought back to how he helped you with your grief, how your heart felt a little lighter every time it was him on the other side of the door. “I… Already do…” You admitted with furrowed brows, and he pulled you in for a kiss before you could even see his reaction.

 Soon enough you were wearing Satoru’s clothes instead of his. Soon enough you were smelling Satoru’s scent on your pillows instead of his. Soon enough there were photos of Satoru and you throughout the house instead of his. Soon enough you were moving into Satoru’s house instead of his. Soon enough you were wearing Satoru’s ring instead of his. Satoru kept his promise though… He didn’t erase Nami. There on the shrine were all of the things that reminded you of him. His tie, his photo with you, his and your rings, the stuffed bunny he picked out for your daughter, his cologne, and his whiskey glass. Everytime you missed him, you would pour him a glass and drink with him, to find yourself the next morning, asleep in front of the shrine with a blanket over you… A little thing Satoru did to let you know he understood and still loved you, and how he accepted that you loved them both

#Nanami #Nanami kento #Nanamixreader #nanami x reader #gojo #gojo satoru #Gojoxreader #Gojo x reader #Gojo is a little out of character #I didn't write it in but the concept is that he was just trying to be sensitive and not tease reader because she's grieving #but then it just kinda stuck as he started to fall for her #he's still his cocky self around Kenna

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Nanami, Geto, Gojo when you have a date on the first day of your period.

Masterlist

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Nanami

"Are you okay, love? This is the third time you bumped into me" You were going to have dinner in a restaurant, but when you were walking from the parking lot to the main entrance, you couldn't control yourself as your head continued pounding.

You have a headache. That's always happened on the first day of your period. What you were not expecting is that your period starts today. It should've been two days from now, but it turned out it was faster. "I'm fine" You said as you kept walking, he on the other hand, was looking at you in worry. Your face was pale, and your hands were clutching your stomach. He can see you staggering, then he put his arms around your waist to keep you steady.

Now that he just realize that you were having your period. "Come on, we could eat at my house"

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely"

-

When you arrived at his house, he gave you his sweater and sweatpants to make you feel comfortable. While you were changing, he opened the food that he just ordered and put it in the bedroom. Once you were done changing, you found him sitting on the edge of the bed with a folded desk sitting on a bed. "Oh? We're going to eat here?"

"Yes, come" he said as both of you positioned yourself on the bed, behind the desk. He took a spoonful of porridge to your mouth, then you ate it. It's delicious. "You should eat too"

He took a bite and continued to feed you "It's okay, I could eat by myself"

"No, you are unwell. You're still pale"

"Thank you, Nanamin"

"Don't mention it. Here, you should eat some soup"

Then after eating, you both would lay down and cuddle. Your face was buried on his neck. You could feel his warmth as his hands were on your back, soothing it gently. "Do you need anything else?"

"No"

He kissed your forehead over and over again like he wanted to make your headache go away. "If you need anything, just tell me. I'm here" with that, you sleep safe and sound. Feeling protected and comfortable. It's incredible how he could understand and give you the best treatment you needed in a time like this.

Geto

You and Geto were in the amusement park right now. You wrapped your hands around his arms as you both walked to the Ferris wheel. He can feel that you were walking really slow as he turned his head to look at you. He can see your eyebrows knitted together, and sweat trickling down your forehead.

"Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah"

"Let's take a seat first, shall we?" He guided you slowly to the bench. You were sitting on a bench while he was kneeling in front of you. Your hands clutching on your stomach as Suguru was looking at you with worry.

"Should we go to the hospital?" You shake your head, and the clawing in your abdomen starts again. You forgot that your period will come soon, but you already said yes when your boyfriend asked you to the amusement park. So, you feel bad to suddenly cancel the date and went along with it. Hoping that nothing bad is going to happen, but it turned out it did.

Suguru took a look at you for a while before he understands what's happening. You got your period. Suguru hold your hand that was clutching your stomach "Let's go, I'll spend the night in your house"

It was fine to go to his house too, actually, but he knew he didn't have girl's stuff in his place, so he chose to go to your house instead. "But we haven't got into the Ferris wheel" you feel bad. You really is. You just got into the amusement park less than thirty minutes, and now you're ready to go out.

"It's fine, come on" he crunched his back while crouching with his back in front of you. Asking you to come behind him to give you a piggyback ride.

"I can walk"

"It's fine. Come on, hop on" you feel embarrassed that people were watching, but it hurts you to walk, and you're slowing him down if you walked. So you hop onto him, putting your arms around his neck, and he holds your thigh.

"I'm sorry"

"Don't be"

"You should've told me you were unwell"

"I feel bad"

-

Once you arrived, he will tell you to lay down while he is making a warm tea. Then he will put the hot water into a bottle. Roll it with a cloth, then put it on your stomach so the pain will lessen.

"Thank you, Geto"

"Of course, Doll"

Gojo

Both of you were in the queue, the movie you wanted to watch is a hit, so it will take time to finally get the ticket. You're clutching your stomach as you tried to stand still. It has been thirty minutes since you started to stand in the queue, there are five queues in front of you, you're almost there. Gojo started to notice your discomfort. He hunched his back a little "what's wrong?"

"Nothing" however, he can see you clutching your stomach, then he realizes it's that time of the month. "Come on"

"Huh? Where?"

"To my house"

"Aren't we here to watch a movie?"

"It's fine. We can watch it later" he tugged your hands, and you gave in.

On the way to his house, he bought some pads, sweets, and other things you need. Once you arrived at his house, he lends you his clothes. His big navy pajama, you literally drown in it. He smiled at how cute you look on it.

You both lay down on the bed. He holds a chocolate bar in his hand and pushes it in front of your mouth. "Here, you should eat"

You eat the chocolate as he accidentally brushes your lips. "It's good, isn't it?"

"Yeah"

After feeding you chocolate, he hugged you from behind "is it still hurt?"

"Yeah"

"What should we do to make it stop?" You laughed "Nothing, just let it be" he caressed his hand on your stomach "don't hurt" he said as you laughed again. He smiles when he sees that. "You should sleep"

"Hm" then you sleep with him hugging you from behind. Making you his little spoon.

*fin*

I'm sorry if you don't like it. There are so many things going on, so...yeah. I hope you have a nice day.

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#oneshot #geto suguru #gojo satoru #nanami kento #nanamin #nanami x you #nanamixreader #nanami fluff #fluff #headcanon #headcanons #geto x you #getou x reader #geto imagine #gojo headcanon #gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo imagine #gojo fluff #geto fluff #jjk #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x y/n #jjk imagine #fanfiction

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there's so many drabbles and self insert and stuff on jujutsu's ao3 and everyone gets their thing, like there's gojoxreader, nanamixreader, sapphics also get some crumbs with nobaraxreader, I'VE EVEN SEEN MAHITOXREADER, MAHITO, AND THERE'S BARELY NOTHING WITH TOGE!! i mean it!! why can't we inumaki simps have some fun too??!!

#jujutsu #toge inumaki #inumaki #ao3 #drabbles #im dead serious #this is a cry for help #im truly sad