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kibaisepic · 11 days

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fwb: nanami kento (18+)

nanami kento doesn't know how to be just "friend's with benefits".

tags: (fem aligned user) (uses y/n) (jealousy) (not proofread also sorry this is my first real smut ive posted on tumblr) (uses the L word (gasp!))

(art for header found on pinterest)

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fwb!nanami didn't know how to approach you, his friend and colleague, about being friend's with benefits. he wasn' the kind of man to just have sex with someone. he didn't fuck- he made love. it wasn't until gojo dug his nose in, asking you if you'd ever want a fwb within earshot of nanami- you saying you wouldn't be opposed- that made him even think to ask.

fwb!nanami who brought a bouquet of roses to your apartment the first time he came over to "netflix and chill," stumbling over his words and acting like an utter fool in front of you. it was cute, and you eased him into the situation as naturally and slowly as your body would allow. his arm was awkwardly placed on your shoulder as you nuzzled up against him on the couch, and he seemed all too focused on the movie that was playing.

"kento, do you just wanna watch the movie and try again another day?" your soft voice cooed, and it made him fall apart, the sweat on the back of his neck rolling down his back. oh god, you were so pretty. he knew he wasn't doing anything right, and yet you still looked up at him so affectionately. this isn't what friends with benefits act like, was it?

"n-no, i'm just.. i've never done anything like this before." he swallowed whatever moisture had stayed in his dry mouth, forcing himself to meet your eyes, only to meet an understanding gaze that tore down all of his walls.

"it's okay, we can go slow."

fwb!nanami who's so gentle with you during your first time together. even though you wanted your brains fucked out, his gentle touch and praise that spilled from his lips as you sunk onto his length was equally satisfying.

"you're so warm n tight, y/n.. i can't, 's too much. you feel so good," nanami groaned, his hands kneading your hips as your lips kissed along his neck, licking soothing stripes along his sensitive skin to ease him through it.

he wasn't a virgin, but still.. this. this was new. fucking someone just to fuck them. to fuck you, his gorgeous friend who had always behaved so normally towards him. would things stay normal between you two? he was already overthinking. how did friends with benefits just stay friends when all he could think about was how pretty your face twisted in pleasure, how soft your skin felt-

"kento," the sound of your sighed moan snapped him into reality, and he whimpered in his low, gentle voice, his head falling back against the couch as you rolled your hips against him. that's right- all he needed to think about right now was how good you felt milking his cock, not how your friendship was gonna turn out tomorrow.

"oh, fuck, y/n."

fwb!nanami who didn't wanna leave you that night when you fell asleep in his arms, your head resting on his chest. carefully, he carried you to bed, tucking you in while stroking his fingers through your hair.

"stay," your sleepy, mumbly voice shot an arrow through his chest just as he was trying to quietly leave your bedroom.

yes, of course he'd stay. you'd taken such good care of him, making sure he was comfortable while taking every last drop of cum he had to offer. he didn't realize how pent up he was until he unloaded into you the first time. but once your lips wrapped around him maybe an hour later, he grew more needy, thrusting his dick down your throat as he gently massaged the nape of your neck.

hesitantly he snuggled into bed with you, your sleeping form molding perfectly against his, your face subconsciously nuzzling into his chest and wrapping your arms around his waist to pull him close. were friends with benefits supposed to be this intmate? should his heart be racing like this?

but as the events of the day weighed heavier on him, he couldn't bear it, trying to find a way to fall asleep. with your steady breaths and warmth as you cuddled him it wasn't hard to get drowsy, but his thoughts consumed him. maybe this was a mistake- him and his bleeding heart.

fwb!nanami who made you breakfast the next morning. and everytime after that. he always brought you an offering like roses or flowers when he'd come over, and treat you like a queen each morning, kissing along your body to wake you up, tasting you before you'd get a taste of his cooking.

it was cathartic for him. no strings attached, just pleasure. it took him a while to understand the point in it, perhaps less stress?

though his heart still raced everytime you sat with him at work or hung out with him- not calling it a date.

"ken, you shouldn't have. we're just grabbing coffee," you whined with your face flushed red. again, this princely man bought your coffee for you and pulled out your chair as you sat at the cafe.

"i wanted to," he would say everytime, shaking his head. and he said the same when he insisted on walking you home from work, fucking you when you got home from work, massaging your muscles from the stress of work, oh lord this man was head over heels-

fwb!nanami who didn't realize he had fallen in love with you until someone at the grocery store asked for your number.

how could someone walk up to you, standing so pretty next to the shopping cart both you and him were putting groceries in, and ask if you were single? as if nanami wasn't standing right there, pushing your shopping cart, guiding you out of the traffic of other shoppers with his hand on the small of your back?

"oh, thank you, but i'm not interested in dating right now." was your response, making nanami's neck tighten. what does that mean? what were you two doing there?

you weren't dating, no. the point is that you were friends with benefits. no strings attached. just fucking, just pleasing each other. this grocery trip was as friends, the breakfasts together were as friends, the sex was as friends-

"ken," again, your voice was like the smooth, untouchable hand pulling him out of a bush full of thorns and pulling him into your softness. "did we get garlic already?"

"mhm," was the only sound to escape his throat. to hell if you were dating or not- he needed you, perhaps even more than you needed him. or at least more than you realized you needed him.

fwb!nanami who pounded you hard into the mattress that night. he was a gentle lover for the most part, always checking in on you, whispering your praises, moaning into your ear as he finished in you.

not tonight. he needed to let out that pent out rage, towards the person who asked you out of course- not you.

"who's this pretty pussy belong to, hmm?" he chuckled as he gripped your hair tighter, pressing your face down into your pillow harder. His free hand was holding your hips with a bruising grip, keeping your ass up as he fucked you into another orgasm.

"k-ken, aagh," you mewled, your hands balling into fists as you held the sheets tighter. "'m yours kento, f-fuck.."

he smiled- it was dizzying, your voice being so broken and yet so his. "that's it beautiful. all mine."

by the time he was satisfied he was dripping sweat, his chest against your back as his breath came out in ragged pants.

of course, ever the gentleman, he slowly slid his cock out from you, watching with possessiveness and satisfaction as his cum dribbled down your folds, and then your bruised thighs. a part of him felt bad for being so rough, but then watching your legs tremble and your pussy pulse around nothing made him feel much less guilty.

"lemme take care of you, pretty," he murmured, helping you stand before carrying you to the bathroom. he was so sweet, sitting down on the bench in the shower, having you on his lap facing him as he washed the sweat and mess off your body with his large yet gentle hands.

you were drowsy from the mix of getting fucked stupid and the heat of the shower, and nanami's soapy hands kneading at your flesh was only making you feel more at ease. you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, arms weakly wrapping around him.

"love you, ken," you murmured into his neck, eyes fluttering to try and stay open.

nanami froze, feeling an intense rush of heat rise to his face from ear to ear. he was sure that he would be the one to say it first. with how he worshipped you, he was positive that the words would leave his tongue first.

but alas there you were, softly kissing his collarbone as you fought to stay awake. his heart swelled, more than his cock as it twitched. god, he could fuck you again just for saying that. but more than that he wanted so desperately to kiss you.

"i love you too, y/n," he hummed, tilting your head up to meet your content smile, pressing his lips to yours, lovingly, as if he had never kissed you before.

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kibaisepic · 12 days

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⛪️~ hello, all! welcome to part two of my jjk Valentine’s Day headcanons. this version has a bit more nsfw than the first part did- so enjoy <33

also yes i know technically it’s not v-day anymore- but i insist on feeding y’all. 🤭

fem!reader, fluff, some nsfw 💚

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐝𝐨 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐲! 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟐

ft~ toge, gojo, nanami, geto, yuuta

*＊✿❀ 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞 ❀✿＊*

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ you’d been talking about baking together for a while- so naturally, toge went out a bought a ton of ingredients for lots of Valentine’s Day treats so he could make what you wanted come true. toge isn’t really someone who’s necessarily good in the kitchen, but he’ll sure as hell try after seeing your eyes light up and the adorable smile that graced your features after you saw everything in the kitchen, set up for you two to spend a day baking sweet pastries and treats together. afterward the kitchen is a huge mess because both of you are absolutely clueless <3 but hey, at least you two tried despite the fact that you almost burned alive like five times but that’s okay!! the day will end with you two sharing the few successful treats you two made and ordering in- because clearly, neither of you can be trusted in the kitchen. the night ends with you two falling asleep on the couch together with fucking girl from nowhere playing on the tv or something because you couldn’t give less of a shit about romantic movies. anyways 10/10 valentine’s day 💚 we love toe gay

✯¸.•´*¨`*•✿ 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 ✿•*`¨*`•.¸✯

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ gojo, like yuuji, is also terribly obnoxious with his Valentine’s Day surprise- but like, way worse. i can absolutely see this man getting up really early and heading off to the academy without waking you so he can prepare. he will force nanami to participate too, much to the man’s dismay. the both of them will be smack in front of the academy with gojo dressed as a fucking bunny rabbit with giant stupid ears and a giant stupid sign that says “i’m hoppy you’re mine!”gojo will be absolutely beaming when you finally come to work and see the sign with nanami wearing the most deadpan expression possible and his grown ass in a bunny costume. you’re absolutely humiliated (although mostly in a good way), but gojo feels no shame in picking you up and swinging you around in front of all the flabbergasted students staring at the most powerful jujutsu sorcerer behaving like a little boy with no shame whatsoever while nanami just stands there with the sign. later, however, in private when you two are alone that night, gojo gifts you the most risqué lingerie you’ve ever seen in your life- and he fully expects you to wear it for him. let’s just say it’s a very long night for you both…💚

˖˵˵˵˵˵˵ଘ(𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨)⋆🌷

'*•.¸♡ geto is a simple guy when it comes to romantic affairs. he’ll just ask you where you want to go for Valentine’s Day, and it doesn’t matter if you said next door or all the way to Canada, he’ll take you, and geto will not care at all about cost or time. however, geto doesn’t really care to spend Valentine’s doing cheesy romantic stuff- he’s all about the more physical, sensual stuff. he’ll gift you all these really expensive, nice-smelling soaps and shampoos and probably lingerie as well so you can prepare for a very long night of love-making. geto will set up candles and scatter rose petals all over the bed to try and make the atmosphere as inviting as possible for you. the next several hours are all about you and your pleasure, which geto couidn’t be happier to provide. ♡¸.•*'

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

ೃ⁀➷ nanami is indeed a romantic. he’ll wake you up gently with a kiss and a whispered “happy Valentine’s Day,” tenderly placing a bouquet of flowers on your lap and a heart-shaped box of chocolates. however, chances are that he’ll just want to stay home with you and hold you all day. he would rather not bother with the outside world today when he could spend the day with you. you’ll cook your favorite meals together and watch your favorite movies, even if they aren’t romantic. slow dancing with each other to absolute silence? yes. bubble baths together with scented candles and pink bath bombs? also yes. literally find yourself someone like nanami for Valentine’s. of course, you’ll both want to be intimate as well, and nanami will make sure everything goes the way you want it to- where you want to be intimate, what you want him to do, how you want the scene set. he’ll do everything exactly how you wish with no mistake whatsoever because he wants to make today really special for you both.

┊ 𝐲𝐮𝐮𝐭𝐚 ┊❁ཻུ۪۪♡ ͎. ｡˚ °

♡̩̥̩♡̩̩̥͙♡̩͙ˊˎ﹤ he will be so panicked about what he’s supposed to do for you the day before. poor boy😭 he’s tailing maki all day begging for her help as if she’s any better than him. eventually, though, he’ll settle on painting with you- not wanting to be boring and try something new. he doesn’t have any real experience painting, though, so he just winds up throwing color all over a canvas with no coherent patterns or themes whatsoever. in the end, though, he will wind up painting you- or attempting to… it’s mostly just a blob of paint that takes on your very loose shape. although, it is endearing seeing him with the paint all over his skin like he’s a little clown 😍😍 the best part is he’s super touchy and wants to hug and kiss you the whole time, so you also wind up looking like a three-year-old’s art piece. oh, well- you’ll certainly have fun washing off the paint off in the bath together <33

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kibaisepic · 13 days

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JJK Men: Seeing You Without Makeup For the First Time

Warning: Fluffy sweetness, insecurities, suggestiveness, language

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso Kamo, Modern!Ryomen Sukuna, Nanami Kento

Word Count: 2,993

A/N: Ah yes, I love this trope. It was fun to write!! Please Enjoy, don't blame me from any cavities from this sweet fluff. Request Open.

Gojo Satoru:

The smell of freshly brewed coffee was the only thing keeping your eyes open. You grumbled and cursed the sun for rising another day as you leaned over the kitchen counter, watching the magic bean juice filling your cup. The higher-ups must not like you because the mission they just sent you on was hell.

A week, a damn week, you were gone. A week from your bed, students, and your boyfriend. Stupid old men and their dumb missions. But who were you to complain if you paid your bills and you were able to teach the next generation of sorcerers? So life wasn't that bad.

Then again, your somewhat happy outlook on life might be the sleep deprivation talking.

The bastards were sweet enough to give you one day to recuperate. There was no time to relax, though. You had laundry to sort through, groceries to pick up, and the normal mundane things you'd missed out on during the WEEK you were gone!

A day off was a day off despite it being a busy one. You would get it all done after you drank this coffee Satoru got you from Mexico on his last mission. As soon as you downed it, you would off. You were already dressed to go. You had on sweats and a t-shirt, and you opted out of putting on any makeup, seeing that you would just be running around.

Your phone chimed as Satoru’s name popped up on your screen. You smiled as you opened the chat.

Satoru: Good morning, beautiful! 😙 Welcome back! I had breakfast delivered to you; enjoy! 🍳🥓🧇

“Oh, he's getting laid later.” You squealed, running for the door to your apartment.

You flung it open, staring at the ground, expecting a bag, but instead, you were greeted by shoes. Designer shoes that you knew all too well. Slowly trailing up dark uniform pants and jacket that was from the same school you worked at. Further up, you caught sight of a wide grin, a blindfold, and fluffy white hair. All of which belongs to your boyfriend, who was holding a takeout bag.

“Special delivery for Y/L/N Y/N!”

Your boyfriend was here. The same boyfriend who was utterly gorgeous no matter what condition he was in. The man could be caked in blood, and you still wanted to kiss him. Then there was you; you always put in the effort to look nice around him, hair styled, cute outfit, some form of makeup always on.

Today was not one of those days.

In a panic, you squeaked, slamming the door in his face. “What the fuck?! What the actual fuck!?” You glanced around for anything you could use to hide your appearance. You panicked and grabbed the first thing off the couch.

“Uhm, babe?” Satoru questioned, opening the door. “I know you were gone for a week. But I'm Gojo Satoru, your boyfriend.”

“I know!! Sorry, I wasn't expecting to see you!” you had your back turned to him, covering your face with your hands. “T-Thanks for the food! But I have so much to do!”

“Really?”

“Yep! Laundry!”

“I had Ijichi pick it up this morning.”

Fuuuuck.

“O-Okay! I have to get groceries!”

“Your fridge is fully stocked, courtesy of yours truly.”

The room felt like it was shrinking in on you as you listened to him come up behind you. The bag was discarded as his arms wrapped around you, pulling you into his chest. You weren't sure how he would react, seeing your bare face, and that was terrifying.

So many men thought women wearing makeup was like lying. You had always done very light and minimal makeup, but it didn't make it less scary. Sensing the tension, Satoru gently turned you around so you were facing him. He stiffened, his mouth turning from a grin to a shocked expression.

“Y/N?” His voice was so quiet.

“Y-Yeah?”

A choked laugh erupted from his throat. “I-Is that one of my blindfolded?!” He called as you stated at the darkness his blindfold provided. “Oh my god, hold on! Hold on!” You could feel him near you with the camera on his phone clicking. “Oh my god, wait until the second years see this!” Fingers hooked under the blindfold, yanking it up and off your head.

Your hands flew up, hiding your face. Your attempt was foiled as Satoru's gentle hands pulled them away. With a shuddering sigh, you looked up at him, biting your cheek as he fully saw you. For you, no makeup, fancy clothes, or styled hair.

Satoru just smiled, leaning down before he kissed your lips gently. “Welcome home.” He pulled back, tilting his head to the side. “What was with the off-brand cosplay?” Your cheeks are flushed, the darker pigment visible without any trace of makeup.

“I-I don't have any makeup on.”

“Oh!” He straightened, his large hand patting your head. “You're so cute.”

His grin grew wider at the confused expression inching its way over your face. “Seriously? Do you think that? Even without the makeup and the baggy clothes? You still think I'm cute?” Satoru’s head bobbed up and down so fast you thought his head would fall out. His sincere reaction made you giggle, shaking your head. “Satoru, you are so strange. But also extremely sweet.” When you looked up, you blinked, seeing Gojo holding up one side of his blindfold. His bright blue eye looked you over, inching over every curve and surface of you. “Satoru, stop staring.”

“I just was confirming something.” he snapped his blindfold back into place before draping an arm over you.

You poured yourself a cup of coffee while Satoru pulled your breakfast out of the bag. “Confirming what?”

“Just confirming with Six-Eyes that I have the prettiest girlfriend in the entire world.”

Gojo’s smile slowly faded as you slammed the coffee pot down. Oh fuck, what did he say?! You led around; fire swarmed in Y/E/C eyes as you stormed over to him, grabbing his wrist.

“W-What?! What did I say?” He huffed out a gasp as you shoved him onto the couch.

“Everything.”

You unzipped his pants, and Gojo’s eyes were wide behind his blindfold. Even with Six-Eyes, Gojo did not see this coming. Spoiler alert: It was him, he was going to cum.

Choso Kamo:

A knock at your door had you straightening from your spot on the couch. Looking at your phone, you quickly got up. It was well past midnight, and it was never a good sign when someone knocked that late at night on the door.

Much to your relief, when you opened the door to your apartment, your boyfriend looked down at you. “Choso?” a sigh of relief escaped your lips.

“I'm sorry. Did I wake you?” he asked before entering your apartment.

“No, I think you just saved me a stiff neck.” You yawned out before locking the door. “Did you and Yuuji finish up with that mission?”

“Yes, he went back home; I wanted to see you.”

Choso watched as you moved around the apartment. You straightened up the pillows on the couch and wiped down your kitchen before grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. The entire time you went about your mundane tasks, Choso just stared. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was different about you.

Choso’s eyes moved over you. Trying to depict what was different tonight. Haircut? No. New pajamas? No, that wasn't it, either. Everything Choso tried to think of wasn't the right answer. Not knowing what it was frustrated him to the point that Choso’s eyebrow twitched.

What had you glowing in the lowlights of your bedroom as you pulled the sheets back? “Cho?” You finally asked with a nervous chuckle. “Are you okay? You're staring holes through me.” Realizing that he had been caught, Choso flinched.

“I'm sorry, sorry I just—” Words trailed off as his cheeks flushed.

You had noticed Choso staring at you since he came inside. The poor guy never saw you without makeup, which was probably strange. He seemed to be struggling, trying to find the words to the mountain of questions he might have.

“It's okay. I think I know what you're going to ask.”

“Huh?”

“Yeah, you’re going to ask what’s different.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I look different because I’m not wearing makeup.”

Choso tilted his head to the side.”Oh, no, I was going to say you look radiant tonight.” The words that left his mouth had both of you standing in silence.

You just eyed Choso as he smiled, nodding his head like he'd figured out the mystery of what was different. Pleased with his conclusion, he helped you pull the sheets back. His hands smoothed out the covers before he peered up at you. You were blushing, smiling ear to ear as you finished pulling the bed back.

“I just finished doing my skincare routine,” you announced as you crawled into bed after Choso showered. “I have a new serum that is supposed to make you look luminescent.”

Choso studied you carefully as he crawled into bed with you. “Mmm, maybe that’s it.” He pulled you into his arms. “Or maybe it’s just me.” Choso hummed, staring into the face that he loved so much. “Falling in love.” Love?! “Yeah, I think that’s exactly what this is.”

That was the reasoning behind your radiant glow. A glow that always surrounded you no matter what you wore or looked like. Choso saw utter perfection in you. So it only made sense that the reason you looked extra stunning was that he had fallen in love with you even more.

You just snuggled closer into his chest, grinning wide as he yawned. “I love you too, Cho.”

Ryomen Sukuna:

Ten minutes. All it took was ten minutes before chaos erupted in Sukuna’s apartment. He had just finished changing when he heard the commotion. Yuuji and Choso were bickering before you gently tried to break up the argument. The next thing he heard was a scream, your scream, to be exact.

He bolted, running into the kitchen, where he found you wiping at your face. “What the fuck?!” His younger brothers both stood in shock, watching you in fear. Yuuji was holding a box of baking soda, and Choso held a bottle of vinegar.

In the center of the kitchen was the volcano experiment you had been helping Yuuji make. Sukuna was able to put it all together in an instant. He didn't bother yelling. He instead lifted you into his arms, carrying you to the bathroom.

“What the hell happened?” You flinched when you felt a warm, wet rag gently cleaning your face off.

“The boys wanted to see how big of an explosion they could make. But you know the boys, they both were arguing about who should do what. Words were said, contents were thrown into a beaker, and I didn't have my safety goggles on.”

Sukuna sighed, continuing to rub off the mess on your face. “You're not hurt, are you?”

“Nope!” Your confident response had your boyfriend chuckling as he wiped more of the foamy goop off your face.

After about five minutes of wiping and rinsing the rag, Sukuna sat on the tub's edge, examining your face. It was without the small amount of makeup you had on and the lighting of the bathroom that he stared at you. You were stunning, gorgeous in everything. But here in the bathroom, his eyes mapped out your face.

“What happened here?” he asked, fingertips pressing against a small scar under your eye.

Thinking it was food coloring, you turned to the mirror, seeing your bare face. “EH?!” You touched it, groaning as you looked back at your boyfriend, who was smirking. “You wiped off all my makeup!” For a second, Sukuna thought he was dealing with a third child in his apartment.

“Oh, I'm sorry. Did you want to have vinegar on your face?” You shook your head. “That's what I thought. So confess what happened there?”

“Acne scar.”

A soft him rumbled in his chest before he learned over, thumb grazing over a tiny scar at the bottom of your lip. “This?” gentle fingers moved up, brushing over your bottom lip as he stepped closer towards you.

“I-I fell off my bike.”

You swallowed hard, whimpering as Sukuna’s fingers grazed over your face. You were feeling how soft your delicate skin was. All of you mesmerized him. Every time you came over, he learned a little more about you. And god, he fuckin’ loved that.

His hands gently mapped your face out. The softness had you breathing heavily, his eyes glued to your lips. Having your boyfriend gaze over you with such a soft yet burning gaze had you shifting. The air in the bathroom became thick with need as he slowly slipped your tank top sleeve down.

“Y/N, let me see all of you. I want to map out your body and learn everything it has to say.”

“W-What’s gotten into you?”

The whisper tone of your voice had Sukuna sliding the other sleeve of your tank top down. “You. You’ve crept your way into my heart.” The confession that spilled from his lips has you leaning in, wanting him to touch you everywhere. The same way he had touched your face.

“Hey, is she okay?” Choso’s timid voice whispered through the door. “Yuuji’s worried.”

“Take Yuuji out for ice cream.” Your tank top is slowly pulled over your head. “My card is on my dresser.”

Silence spreads out as you tug Sukuna’s shirt up and off. “R-Really?” hands began working on jeans.

“Yes, I have my own project to work on.” Sukuna turned the shower on, and he never heard Choso collecting Yuuji so fast. Refusing to answer any questions as the door to the apartment slammed shut.

Sukuna’s antics had you giggling, licking your lip, and he stripped you completely. “A project, huh?” he nodded, following you into the shower.

“Yeah, but it won't be vinegar foam that covers that pretty face this time.”

Nanami Kento:

The hotel sheets were cold and crisp over your and your boyfriend's bodies. Between the chill and the heat Nanami was putting out, you felt so comfortable. It was the perfect combination that made you want to relish the feeling forever.

The sun was up, which meant you both would be going home soon. You both had been called out on a mission, one that took a bit longer to handle than you both were anticipating. You missed the last train back to Tokyo. Leaving you both stranded in Kawasaki for the night.

Instead of having one of the assistant supervisors drive all the way out to get you, you and Nanami decided to stay at a hotel. God, it was nice: room service, wine, a hot shower. Missing that last train was a reward for the two of you. Nothing more than relaxation and joy. But the moment Nanami pulled you tighter against him, you realized you didn't have your overnight bag.

Meaning you didn't have your makeup.

“Oh no, oh god no.” You whined as Nanami lifted his head.

“What’s wrong?” His groggy voice asked, trying to assess what was going on.

Burying your face in your pillow, you grumbled, cringing as you felt Nanami shift beside you. “I don't have my bag.” The covers move as Nanami props himself up.

“Your overnight bag?”

“Mhmm.”

Silence stretched out. “Did you need something out of it? Aspirin or tampons? I'll go grab you some.” The sincerity of his words made your heart soar. God, Nanami was the best boyfriend.

“No, no, I'm okay.” You shyly turned, swallowing hard. “I just realized you've never seen me without makeup.”

Nanami’s gaze was soft; honey-brown eyes slowly roamed over your face. He took his time, his hand reaching out, knuckles grazing your cheek. It was so gentle and sweet that you pressed yourself against his hand. The warmth spreads to every part of your body.

The bed shifts as Nanami’s hand cups your cheek, pulling you closer. “You are still as stunning in the morning bare-faced as you are all dolled up.” Before you could even think of what to say in response, his lips were on yours.

His lips were warm, like a spring day. You moaned happily, kissing him back as his hands slowly ran down your arms. Breaking the kiss, had you pouting with a displeased groan that shifted into a moan. Those warm lips slowly moved down your face. Nanami was trailing the softest, warmest kisses down your body, over your shoulders and upper arm.

“I want to see all of you.” Hot breath whispered over your skin. “See every part of you, body, mind, and soul in the raw.”

Soft kisses were replaced with gentle nips. The sensation had you arching your back as Nana crawled on top of you. His morning wood was pressing against your hip. It felt like you were melting into the mattress as the once-comfortable room suddenly became too warm. The need to get naked grew stronger and stronger.

“Kento~”

He didn't respond. He was too busy being love-drunk off of you. His fingers, lips, and teeth slowly mapped out every part of your body. Nanami’s actions left you a squirming mess underneath him. One that he was so pleased to see and feel.

Only once you were gasping for air, gripping his shirt, begging him for more, did Nanami finally pull back, taking his shirt off. “Every inch of you is the most beautiful thing that's graced this world, Y/N.” You sat up, pulling him into a starved kiss as he took your shorts off. Limbs entangling as he gently laid you down.

And yes, you missed the morning train. . .and the afternoon train. . .poor Ijichi had to pick you up.

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Flowers For You

pairing: Nanami x Reader

warnings: N/A this is all fluff!

synopsis: Nanami passes by your flower shop every day and finally decides to go in.

word count: 3k

a/n: Just a cute little Nanami flowershop AU because he deserves happiness 😊

Nanami passes by your flower shop every day on his way to work. It’s a quaint little store that carries a wide variety of plants and flowers. The first time he notices you he almost trips over the sidewalk. You were beautiful. He didn’t know why exactly, but he was captivated by you. For the next week he would always slow down when he was walking by the shop just so he could get a good look at you. One day, you looked back at him, making eye contact as he walked by and giving him a kind smile. He was so shocked that he didn’t even return it, he just whipped his head around and sped up, blushing at being caught. He mentally kicked himself for not smiling back. You probably thought he was just another corporate dickhead. That thought followed him for the rest of the day into the morning of the next.

It was probably where he found the courage to finally go into your shop.

He slowed down like he usually did upon approaching it, but instead of just walking by, he turned to go inside. You didn’t have any other customers at the moment, so it was just the two of you.

“Hi! Welcome in.” You gave him a warm smile. He was a handsome man and you saw him walk by the shop almost every day. His blond hair and angular features made him memorable and easy to spot.

“Hello, thank you.” Nanami responded, giving you a small smile in return.

“Feel free to take a look around and if you have questions or need help with anything just let me know.”

“Thank you. I will.”

Nanami roamed around the tiny shop, looking at all the beautiful flowers and plants. He really had no interest in anything, he had come in because he wanted an excuse to talk to you.

“Can you tell me about this flower?” He asked, pointing to a pot of flowers.

You walked over to see which one he was pointing to, “Oh yeah! These are chrysanthemums. They’re pretty easy to grow with their basic needs being full sun, rich soil, good drainage, and good air circulation. There are hundreds of varieties available in a range of shapes and sizes that can provide blooms from late summer through fall. They’re also perfect for containers and baskets because of their shallow-rooting habit!” You stopped yourself, blushing slightly. “Oh I’m sorry I got carried away, you probably didn’t want to know all of that.” You gave an awkward laugh as you scratched the back of your neck.

Nanami couldn’t help the smile that appeared on his face, it was adorable how enthusiastic you were, “No, no please don’t apologize. I appreciate the information; it was interesting to hear. Can you tell me about these ones?” And he pointed to the ones right next to them.

Your eyes lit up even more, “Oh these are my favorite flower! They’re called dahlias. The tubers are planted in late spring, and the flowers will bloom continuously from midsummer through fall. The flowers themselves can range in size from petite 2-inch lollipop-style pompoms to giant 15-inch “dinner plates.” Most varieties grow 4 to 5 feet tall. One of my favorite parts about them is that they come in a wide range of beautiful colors like dark pink, dark red, lavender, purple and black, bronze, the list goes on! They’re often multicolored too and oh gosh they’re just gorgeous.” You sigh dreamily, looking at the selection you have.

You were looking at the flowers, but Nanami was looking at you. He realized you were even more stunning up close. Your eyes were a beautiful brown, like the earth that gives life to everything planted in it. And your hair was curly. He hadn’t noticed it before because you wore your hair in a braid parted to the side, but up close he could see the ringlets stretched out in the braid and the way your wispy baby hairs that weren’t long enough to fit in the braid were curly and swaying in the air.

His thoughts were interrupted by your question, "Were there any others you wanted to know about or anything else I could help you with?”

Nanami was about to ask you about the next flower when he saw the clock in the distance, he was going to be late to work. A part of him wanted to say fuck it, he could listen to you talk all day. It would definitely beat going to work, but then he noticed another customer walk in and he didn’t want to steal your attention from them. However, after how much time you spent explaining things to him, he would have felt bad leaving empty handed.

“No that’s okay, but I think I’ll actually buy a bouquet with the dahlias and whatever filler flower you think is best.”

You beamed, “Oh what a great choice! I think they’d go beautifully with some baby's-breath and tulips.”

Nanami didn’t know what to do with the bouquet of flowers once he left the shop. He didn’t have anybody to give them to so when he showed up to work late, and with flowers, it was no surprise that he got some odd looks around the office. He didn’t have the heart to throw them away after you spent so much time making it, so when he got home he put them in the single vase he had. It was a beautiful bouquet, and every time he looked at it he couldn’t help but think about you and smile.

The next day when he was on his way to work, he glanced like he usually did in the shop, but you were talking to a customer so he decided not to bother you.

The day after that, though, he left his house a little bit earlier than he normally did and was rewarded when he saw you in the shop alone, pruning some flowers.

“Hi again.” He said and gave a little wave.

You smiled that same warm smile, “Hi! Welcome back. How are the flowers holding up?”

“They’re beautiful. You must take care of them really well here because they still look as beautiful as they did the day I bought them, and I don’t have much of a green thumb.”

You chuckled, “Oh it’s not too difficult to keep them looking healthy. Just change the water regularly, make sure they get some sun, and mix in some plant food and voila! Your bouquet should last at least a week.”

“You make it sound so easy but I’m sure it’s a lot more difficult running a whole shop of flowers, no?”

“Mm it can be time-consuming but I enjoy it.” You give a small smile, looking at all the flowers blooming and healthy in your shop. “It feels nice to put effort into something and watch it flourish and be beautiful. And it’s even better when it’s something everyone can enjoy. I mean, who doesn’t like flowers? There’s so many different ones you’re bound to find at least one that you like.” As you turn back to the man you notice how he’s gazing at you and you can’t help but give a little laugh and look away, a blush beginning to paint your cheeks.

Nanami immediately clears his throat, sporting a blush that mirrors yours, “I see. I think that’s amazing you found something you’re so passionate about. Especially something that brings more beauty into the world.”

You laugh, “Yeah...but I’m sure you didn’t come here just to hear me talk. Is there anything you need?”

Truth be told, that was exactly why Nanami came here, but he couldn’t very well just say that, so instead he asked for more plant food.

After paying, you both said your goodbyes, and you watched the handsome man leave the shop, wondering what his name was.

Nanami went into the shop again on Monday, getting there early so he had time to ask you about different flowers before leaving with a bouquet of the ones you talked about.

For the next two weeks, Nanami would stop by your shop almost every day. He was buying bouquets of flowers almost twice a week, and when he wasn’t doing that then he was buying vases or plant food or whatever else he could think of.

As he walked out this time, a bouquet of roses and lilies in hand, you couldn’t help but wonder who he was buying flowers for so often. He was clearly a well-off man given the pristine, fitted suits he always wore, and he was polite and respectful. That, topped off with his looks, and he was a catch anybody would be lucky to have. You sighed, if only you could get a man like that to show some interest in you.

The next day, Nanami came in again like clockwork. You enjoyed seeing him and started to look forward to those mornings where he would come in so you could talk to him.

“Hey! How are you?” You asked. Would it be improper to ask him his name? He did come in almost every day.

Nanami smiled at you, “I’m good. How are you?”

“I’m good! Nothing to complain about. What can I do for you today?” You asked.

“Ah,” Nanami looked around the shop, “I’m running out of plant food.” He said.

“Oh, really? The bottle I gave you should have lasted you at least a month but I can definitely give you more! Just make sure to follow the instructions so you’re not using too much.” You say as you grab a bottle for him.

“Right. I’ll keep that in mind.” He replied.

After you rang him up, he stood there for a second, as if he was contemplating something. In his hesitation you decided to ask him his name, it wasn’t that weird, right? I mean, he came in almost every day.

“He-”

“What’s-”

You both opened your mouths to speak at the same time and both promptly closed them, eyes widening as you realized you almost cut the other person off.

You were the first to recover, “I’m so sorry. What were you going to say?”

Nanami shook his head at your apology, “No no, it’s my fault. I apologize. Please.”

Your cheeks flamed as you thought about how you were going to ask his name and you were glad you didn’t. What if he thought it was inappropriate and never came in again? Or left a review about how you were rude? You couldn’t risk that, “No please it wasn’t important. Did you have a question?”

Nanami looked at you and cleared his throat, “I was going to ask you for your name. I come in pretty often but I don’t even know your name.” You couldn’t help but notice the red tinge his cheeks started to take on, matching your own as you realized you both were about to ask for each other’s name.

You laughed, “I was going to ask you the same thing! That’s funny. My name is y/n. What’s yours?”

He smiled back at you, “That’s a beautiful name. Mine is Kento Nanami.”

“Thank you Mr. Nanami, it’s nice to finally put a name to my best customer.” You grinned.

Kento laughed, “Please, you can just call me Kento.”

You blushed an even deeper red, and your voice was softer this time, “Well okay Kento, it’s nice to finally have a proper introduction.”

He smiled, his own blush growing, “Likewise, y/n. I have to go to work, but thank you for the plant food.”

“Of course.” You smiled and waved him out. You sighed dreamily, Kento. What you wouldn’t give to have a man like that on your arm.

Over the next two weeks Nanami continued to come in. Each visit you learned a little bit more about each other and got a bit more comfortable chatting. On Monday, you learned he worked on the stock market, which explained why he seemed so wealthy and was always dressed so well. On Tuesday, you learned he lived not too far away, and just walked to work each day. You also learned that he generally worked really late; you typically closed up shop by 7pm and he usually didn’t leave work until 8pm or later.

You didn’t see him on Wednesday, but when he came on Thursday, you learned that he was a quarter Danish from his grandfather and that you both liked the same coffee shop. On Friday you learned his favorite hobbies included reading and cooking. The next Monday, you exchanged recipes and book recommendations. Tuesday he was running late and couldn’t stop for a chat but did give you a wave, and Wednesday he came in with a coffee for you from the coffee shop you mentioned the week prior.

On Thursday, Nanami came in again to buy another bouquet of flowers. You talked like you usually did. This time learning that he went to a private high school called jujutsu high. You exchanged laughs and stories as you created the bouquet. This was your favorite one yet; it had dahlias, roses, lilies, and waxflowers, “This bouquet is so gorgeous. I think it’s my favorite one to date. Whoever is getting all these bouquets you buy, especially this one, is a very lucky person.”

At your statement, Nanami’s eyes widened. It hadn’t even occurred to him that you may assume he was seeing someone else with all the flowers he was buying.

“Oh, I don’t buy them for anyone else. I don’t have anyone to buy them for.”

You had to fight to keep your jaw from hitting the floor. This man was single?! You almost couldn't believe it. Kento was the man of your dreams, he had to have women fawning over him. Was he just not looking for a relationship right now? Maybe that was it, he seemed like he was in his mid to late 20s, so maybe he was still trying to just enjoy his life. But then, it wasn’t too common to hear of a successful playboy with a house full of flowers that he bought all for himself.

He cleared his throat, “I mean, if I had someone then I would buy them flowers, but I enjoy coming in here and the bouquets you make are beautiful and you seem knowledgeable about what you’re doing and...”

You realized that even though you kept your jaw from falling off you probably didn’t conceal your expression that well and were staring at Nanami with wide eyes. Oh god, he probably thought you were judging him and that’s why he started rambling: to fill the awkward silence.

“No! No, I’m sorry for assuming it’s....I’m flattered you come in here and enjoy the bouquets I put together. And I enjoy getting to talk about the different plants and you’re a good listener.” You smile at him, hoping he doesn’t feel like you were judging him.

He visibly relaxes, “No it’s okay...Although, I wonder...does your significant other ever get you flowers even though you run a flower shop?” He tried to sound nonchalant as he asked the question, looking out at the flowers on display.

You blushed, “I don’t have a significant other, so unfortunately nobody is gifting me flowers but, even though I run a flower shop I don’t think I could ever be upset about receiving more.”

Nanami whipped his head around at you and looked you in the eyes. He felt like it was now or never.

Nanami held the bouquet you had just given him back out to you, “I think it’s a shame you’re not being gifted flowers by anyone, and if you’ll accept them, I’d like to give you these ones.”

Your eyes widened in shock and your blush grew even deeper, “Oh but Kento you just paid for those! I can’t take your flowers, you should take them home and enjoy them.”

Nanami didn’t waver, “Y/n, I don’t come in here every day because of the flowers. They are very pretty, don’t get me wrong, but I think they pale in comparison to you. You could create a bouquet out of any combination of flowers in this shop and it wouldn’t take my breath away like you do when you talk about them. The highlight of my day is coming in here in the morning to see you. So, if you’ll accept, I’d like to give you this bouquet and take you to dinner tonight.”

You weren’t able to stop your jaw from hitting the floor this time. This man spent hundreds of dollars in your shop just to talk to you? You couldn’t believe it. It almost seemed too good to be true. From all your conversations, he seemed relatively normal and he was easy to talk to. The conversation always came naturally and neither of you ever wanted to end it. He was usually rushing out the door because he always stayed longer than he should have.

You had never expected someone like Kento Nanami to give you flowers, let alone ask you out on a date. It made you smile, thinking about what he said.

“Okay Kento,” You took the bouquet from him, “I will accept these flowers and dinner tonight. What time?”

Nanami smiled, his shoulders relaxing, “I know you close up at 7, so why don’t I swing back here at that time? I know a really good Italian restaurant we can go to.”

“Oh but I won’t have time to change! I’d like to get dressed up at least a little bit. Can we do 8pm instead? I can close up a bit early.”

“If that’s what you’d like to do then I can meet you at 8pm. But, at the risk of sounding cliche, I think you’re gorgeous just as you are.”

You blushed again, “That was definitely cliche Kento but I appreciate the compliment. I’ll meet you here at 8pm. I look forward to it.” You smiled at him.

He smiled back at you and glanced at the clock, shit he’d have to hurry or he’d be late. Again.

“I’ll see you tonight, y/n.” And he waved at you as he rushed out the door.

You sighed dreamily, smiling to yourself as you smelled the bouquet of flowers. What a man.

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