#nanami kento hcs | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

oddaesthetin · 9 months

Text

HOW THE JJK BOYS WOULD REACT TO YOUR LOVE FOR EAVESDROPPING (nanami ver.)

nanami kento

• 100% responsible adult

• not the type to give a damn about other people’s business because “i already have a drama of my own, why would i want to know theirs”

• i feel like nanami is the type of partner who would scold you for always sticking your ear to your neighbors’ drama

• but he catches up later on and unconsciously adapt your habit of listening to them as well lol

• you’ll be surprised one day he’s the one updating you about the recent continuation of your neighbor’s cheating issues

• becomes incredibly in denial when you tell him you noticed he’s getting interested (he was also questioning himself whether or not he was infact invested)

— 🖋 —

“sweetheart.”

you continued sipping your tea. maybe if they could yell just a little bit louder you’ll catch some of the details even quickly. all that you’ve learned so far is that mrs. makino was yet again caught by one of his sons face-timing someone that isn’t their father, talking sweetly and obviously flirtatiously, then the son told his father about it, whom, then confronted his wife just minutes after he came back from wor—

“y/n. please stop that.”

your concentration vanished as you heard the man sitting in front of you sigh.

you sat straight, “what, i’m sorry, were you saying something?”

he looked at you very seriously. enough to make you feel guilty about not giving him, or the food in front of you any attention for the past couple of minutes.

“is this really how you wanna spend our dinner? i don’t think gossiping could make your stomach full.”

you looked at the food again, his plate already half empty, and yours barely touched; and just started noticing how the evening wind’s starting to get chiller. you were the one who suggested you two eat at your apartment’s balcony, but in your defense, you didn’t know the drama was gonna continue tonight.

you pouted and whispered, “but it was just getting to the good part! mrs. makino was about to explain her siiiidee.”

the stern look (hOT) remained, and with a defeated sigh, you finally went back to eating.

————

you just came back from a 3-day trip, and for the sake of your pet fishes lives, you ask your kind boyfriend kento to take care of your apartment while you’re gone.

a week has already passed since the last drama from your neighbor’s apartment and you will definitely be lying if you say you weren’t curious about the latest updates. you were dying to ask your boyfriend about it until you realized he’s the mature adult in the relationship and that he probably didn’t even choose to pay them some of his attention.

you rolled your eyes at the thought.

“something bothering you, darling?”

caught. you shook your head dismissively and went back to washing the dishes. “i just thought of something…err, about work.”

nanami, who’s beside you drying up the dishes you’re finished washing, took the plate and the sponge out of your hands. “perhaps its the jet lag taking a toll on your mood. you should rest.”

you took a deep breath and kissed his cheeks before lying on the sofa in your small living room.

just as you were starting to get engrossed to the reels you were watching on your phone, you heard him speak.

“by the way, i think mr and mrs. makino split up. temporarily, i guess. i heard them talking the other night. the husband took their sons. said something about until mrs. makino realizes something—why are you laughing?” he asked confusedly, and you also couldn’t help but be in awe at the sight you saw. your charming, mature and responsible boyfriend, just looking at you seriously while wearing an apron, holding a sponge covered in bubble in one hand and a plate on the other.

you wiped the tears that escaped your eye, “OH MY GOD, DUDE, I GOT YOU INVESTED IN THIS. YOU FINALLY LOVE THE DRAMA.”

“no, i’m not, dude.” nanami gave you a snub and continued with what he’s doing. “i was just thinking you wanted an update. that’s all.”

“WHATEVER YOU SAY, HONEY.”

without looking back at you, he rolled his eyes. he wanted to give an answer but was left speechless and instead just thought about how he preferred being called ‘honey’ by you than being called ‘dude’.

not proofread yet

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #jujutsu nanami #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #nanami kento headcanon #nanami kento hcs #nanami kento drabble #nanami kento fluff #nanami fluff #nanami hc #nanami headcanon #nanami kento as your partner #boyfriend nanami kento

360 notes · View notes

mikareo · 6 months

Text

⌗ they're just drawings? ₊ ˖ ་. nanami kento x fem reader (0.6k)

genre . . boyfriend!nanami, fluffy bickering, about attack on titan but doesn't explicitly say so, swearing summary . . nanami doesn't understand your obsession with 2D men; especially 2D men who look better than him. note . . this piece is personal.

"ohmygod i don't know if i can handle this."

you're pacing back and forth on your living room carpet. the tv is on with the pause sign glowing in the bottom left corner as the last episode of your favorite series ever has just released worldwide. it's been over ten years since the first episode aired and you're an avid manga reader— that being said, going into tonight whilst knowing the absolute devastation you're about to endure has you wanting to cry.

"it's just a show, c'mon let's start." ugh, he's always like this.

"it's not 'just a show', though." you grumble, crossing your arms and sending your oh-so-lovely boyfriend a glare. "you don't get it kento."

"this is serious shit."

nanami's giving you that familiar look he always has written across his face whenever you try to get him to understand your shows. it's not a look laced with judgement, but one that genuinely doesn't understand what the hell you're going on about. he tries his best to share your interests— he's quite literally watched every single episode of every single show you're interested in— however, that doesn't change the fact that it just really isn't his thing.

"you remember two last year when that manga chapter came out?" jogging his memory isn't usually this difficult, it's just that you give him a word-for-word summary of every manga you read.

"the one you cried over?" he looks confused, but he's slowly getting to the same point as you. "with the zombies?"

"okay, they're not zombies; but, yes, that one."

with his head nodding, you can see he's not quite getting your explanation. this is impossible. "kento, remember you had to come over because i was crying too much? it was the really bad night. my favorite character was killed off remember?"

his brown eyes widen with realization and he begins to nod an affirmative yes. "you were so upset i thought you were breaking up with me."

"exactly!" you exclaim so loudly that his head snaps towards you in shock. whoops, maybe you're a little too pumped about this. "this show ending is almost more upsetting than breaking up with you!"

that definitely wasn't the right thing to say to him.

nanami's brows are furrowed, contemplating the weight of what you just said and you can't blame him. you did just compare losing him to the death of a fictional character; which is clearly crazy, but what else can he expect dating you? he's the one who's head over heels for your obsessive nature— with romance and fiction— and you have no reason to feel bad for simply loving something so much that it consumes your very being. after all, you love him even more than that.

"you'd cry more if you broke up with me, though. right?" he's searching for an answer that he already knows the answer to.

your arms around his neck and you press a soft kiss to his lips. "my world would end without you." a smile graces your lips and you know that that expression is his favorite sight in the world. he's told you so many times before that if he could name an eighth great wonder, it would be you. "if i were an author, i'd never kill you off. you're too handsome."

a light laugh escapes nanami's lips and he showers your cheeks in kisses. "you're ridiculous." he says, shaking his head in disbelief and amusement; yet he still gently grabs you by the waist and carries you to the couch.

resting his arm over your shoulders and pressing the play button, he gifts you with a firm kiss on the forehead. "let's watch, baby."

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⊹₊｡ reblogs are greatly appreciated! ˚₊⊹

195 notes · View notes

mira-miraaa · 1 year

Text

Passenger Princess

✧ prompt: drives with nanami

✧ content: 18+ mdi, nanami x fem!reader, modern au, established relationship, implied vaginal fingering, roadhead, pet names, implied daddy kink

✧ note: likes and reblogs are appreciated thanks for reading! ignore all the mistakes

❥ Nanami’s car would be as clean as the first day he bought it. Shiny from the outside, not a single smudge on the tinted windows, nor receipts or trash stuck between the seats.

❥ Nanami always waits for you outside his car when he picks you up.

❥ You always find him leaning against the passenger door as he patiently waits for you to appear. Kisses you hello once you approach him and compliments how pretty you look.

❥ The type to correctly reverse, placing one hand behind the passenger seat while stealing a glance at his girlfriend's pretty face.

❥ Nanami loves to intertwine his free hand with yours. When he does, he guides your hand toward his lips and places a soft, intimate kiss on your knuckles.

❥ Other times, his hand will land on your thigh, thumb drawing endless circles as the music plays in the background.

❥ More often than not, his gentle caresses aren't as innocent. His teasing touches gradually travel up your thigh until your legs squeeze tightly together.

❥ Nanami loves when you wear skirts or dresses. Not only because you look beautiful but also because it is much easier to slide his hand underneath the fabric.

❥ Nanami's eyes remain glued to the road as his middle finger presses on your clothed clit. He likes to feel that wet patch blossoming between your legs.

❥ "Spread wider for me, baby."

❥ Nanami enjoys it when you become an impatient whining mess. Your hips begin to grind, hoping he'll move aside your panties, but he won't until he feels the fabric sopping with your arousal.

❥ Nanami usually gives you what you want. He will probe your desperate cunt until you are whimpering his name. Yet, sometimes he isn't as kind. He'll tell you to touch yourself. "Daddy's busy right now," he says.

❥ Nanami, however, doesn't expect you to reach over to unbuckle his pants. Your hand takes his aching cock to provide it the attention it deserves.

❥ So, you work him up until his shaft hardens and the tip is dripping with precum. White, salty semen you bend over to lick off. As your spit lubricates him, he thinks of how good to him you are.

❥ "Fuck, you're such a good girl."

❥ Nanami's grip on the steering wheel tightens as you take in the tip, hand squeezing his balls. Your mouth around him is a sensation he will never get tired of experiencing. How could he? You sound so cute trying to control your gags.

❥ Somehow, one hand always ends up stroking your hair as you continue your sinful actions. His praises fill the car. He loves telling you how well you can please him. He knows you love hearing it too. You always get so eager to make him cum.

❥ And when he does, you swallow his seed with a smile. Even if your eyes are teary and your throat feels sore, you always have a glistening spark in your eyes that makes him want to fuck you all night.

m.list

#kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami kento #jjk x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x y/n #nanami smut #nanami fluff #jjk fanfic #jjk headcanons #nanami scenarios #nanami imagine #nanami kento headcanons #nanami kento hcs #nanami drabbles #jjk smut

993 notes · View notes

peachsayshi · 9 months

Text

(minors / ageless / blank blogs dni)

you don’t tease your husband, nanami, with any short dress.

no, you pick the ones that borderline look like lingerie (bonus points if they are extra revealing or see through). he is pretty shocked that you would be bold enough to want to leave the house in it. he would never tell you to change because he doesn’t like controlling you like that, but you still can’t. be. serious.

of course you look sinful in every way possible, but he loathes the idea of other men sharing the same lewd thoughts he’s having while looking at you.

you always push his buttons - watch as he stirs when you apply on your make up and arch your back so he can get a clear peak of what’s under the hem of your dress, see the way he stammers over his words as you spritz a little perfume on your collarbones so he can pay attention to your defined cleavage, and relish in how it eats away at his nerves when you ask him to help you strap on your heels.

oh, but it’s such a fun little game getting him riled up, because you know just how much he enjoys putting you in your place.

#lskdfjslkdfj I saw these dresses and this thought crossed my mind #I’m having brat taking thoughts with my husband #nanami kento hcs #nanami kento x reader #*taming not taking

224 notes · View notes

kentosdoll · 4 months

Text

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ kento x swana gn!reader

content: fluff, non-specific relationship (it can be platonic or romantic) wc: 421

a/n: this is very self-indulgent, though, i tried my best to make it inclusive of all swana folk; hence it's rather general. for those who aren’t aware, swana stands for south west asia and north africa. it’s a more progressive term compared to “middle east”, the latter being rooted in orientalism.

banner credits:⠀@/dollienini + @/chilumitos

Fights over which type of rice is better — jasmine or basmati. He insists it's jasmine as it’s easier to cook and softer. You retort, claiming it's basmati as it tastes better with curry and stews than jasmine rice.

Introducing Kento to classic artists like Fairuz, Samira Tawfik, Sabah, and Warda (Al-Jazairia). Sometimes you catch him listening to these artists in his spare time whilst sitting at his home desk. Fingers tapping at the wooden table rhythmically whilst trying to mouth the lyrics.

Kento questions why you get onto your hands and knees, Cinderella-style, with an old t-shirt to mop the tiles. After seeing you do this once, he buys you an actual mop so you never have to bend over (or cause injury to your back).

Slowly building up his tolerance to the sweetness of SWANA desserts. He’s not used to it due to Japanese desserts being subtly sweet. Zalabia is the ultimate final dessert boss. However, his friend Satoru happily gobbles those up whenever he pops by your place for afternoon tea.

Teaching him words, phrases, and idioms in your native tongue or second language. Whilst he had trouble with certain letters or digraphs, you bet he randomly uses certain words around you, even occasionally saying them around his friends and colleagues who have no idea what he’s talking about.

One day, you give him a rundown of your family tree before taking him to his first family gathering. It’s all a bit confusing with everyone being your “cousin”, “aunt”, or “uncle”. Some of these people aren’t even related to you; they’re either your grandparents’ cousins or friends of the family from the homeland.

There’s a social gathering (or wedding) coming up soon, and he's your plus one, so you have to teach him how to dance. The poor man is stiff as a wooden board with two left feet. It takes a while for him to learn [insert dance name], let alone loosen his shoulders, but once he's on the dancefloor, he won't leave.

You best believe this man doesn't understand superstitions and why people still follow them. One day you chastise him for dropping silverware, explaining that now there would be a guest at the door of your apartment. There, in fact, was a guest; it was Satoru.

As Kento learns more from you, he soon understands there is more to the SWANA region, unlike what the world and media have taught him. It gives him a deeper appreciation of your culture and helps him rethink unintentional biases.

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk headcanons #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento headcanons #nanami kento hcs #nanami kento drabble #kento nanami drabble #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x y/n #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n

39 notes · View notes

sukunasun · 9 months

Note

im not sure if you've already done it but would you write a dom reader?

maybe growing disinterested in nanami kento is a given.

you try to think about him at night, calling out his name right as he steps through your bedroom door. slipping your panties to the side, you make him watch in between your spread legs. fingers working over your clit in patterns he knows by heart. and he sees every bit of the action, eyes narrowing behind glinting glasses. he steps closer, so close he could push his hips up and make you feel the heat of his bulge there under khaki-coloured slacks, a hardness, a weight you desperately long for...but you stop completely.

all the ways he's perfect and yet, it isn't the same. he just...doesn't do it for you anymore. doesn't do you...period. you've tried to understand where he's coming from, he's stressed, it's been hectic, his dick and mind aren't in sync. all very valid reasons he exasperatedly, repeatedly, emphasizes on.

it's nothing personal, just a phase that shall be forgotten and left aside the moment the two of you get over this itching, dreadful, dry spell. conjured up with every inch of distance that grows, every uncomfortable silence that lasts a little too long, the heavy sighs when he's forgotten the details again, missed the good spots just by an inch, every "not tonight, i'm too tired," and "i'll just take care of it myself," that pierces right through your pride, your ego. especially when he's standing right there with a tent in his pants, his boxers, or his towel. one he's grabbed immediately. almost too quickly at the sound of you walking in on him jerking himself off in the shower. guilt and shame plastered across his face.

it used to sting a lot more back when the rejection was still fresh. now it only makes you look at him without second glances, without thought. a gaze devoid of warmth or wanting. giving him a sympathetic quirk of the lips and a pat on a sweaty shoulder—while he's still atop you and shaking in frustration from how absolutely nothing works. this isn't sexy or sensual, you know it isn't— 'there, there, it's alright that you can't make me come,' the gesture speaks without words, he feels the way you try to comfort him, like you almost pity him.

it's not your resigned sighs he wants, like you know exactly what he's lacking, but that sadistic part of him wishes you'd make him suffer the same urges that you bury deep down. make him feel the need and know you'll never give him the satisfaction. not for now at least, not until he begs and whines and pleads. not until he sobs the words 'im sorry' and means it. punishment in the worst form but...

he looks even better like this. on his knees and flushed red from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. you chuckle at how he's suddenly gone speechless. "careful now, they were expensive," you tell him, pressing the point of your heels to his chest and pushing him back, telling him, ordering him, "you know what to do."

nanami's obedient hands cup your ankle, slowly grazing it up your shin, your calves, and your thighs. feeling the skin he's so longed to touch, then slipping off the shoes before planting a kiss on your knee. he starts to whisper something unintelligible, "you saying a prayer?" you grin, hair a mess, falling down your shoulders as you unclasp the clip keeping the tempting locks in a neat do, fluffing it out and watching his pupils grow twice in size.

"just a short one," he answers breathlessly, "i have the rest of the night to worship you," and you deserve it. you know you do. it's not even about obligation, not about what you're owed but this is how it should have always been. a temptress coming alive. you've been walking on eggshells, both of you. nanami has to always perform, to be the one on top. his wish to control he releases slowly now into your hands. the restrained, repressed urge to bend to your will, to follow after your beck and call now realized.

nanami who is so accommodating, so subservient...it doesn't even occur to him that in the midst of trailing his lips down and leaving sweet pecks of persuasion behind, he's grown hard, so hard he's practically leaking through the fabric of his very expensive trousers.

"forgive me, i'll make it up to you," the words taste so good on his tongue, like he's meant to say it. your dress he's gently pushed up and away from where his tongue longs to be, hands on each thigh, he parts them and goes in like he's been dying for it, lips kissing, sucking you in, clit throbbing to the deep hmmmms he groans out, rumbling from his chest. the taste of you familiar and addictive and oh how he's missed this.

there you go again with the not-so-gentle tugging of his hair, blonde locks grasped between your fingers, how pretty it was styled just a few moments ago. he's spent a while getting it to lay just right, but you don't apologize for it. not when you pull his face up, hearing his gasp for air, then to the guttural wail he grits out, all from the delicious ache in his scalp. to see his lips swollen and eyes dazed, heavily lidded and glassy. "please, let me make you come," he pleads so nicely, with bated breath and a hopefulness, eagerness laced in his voice.

still, you remind him, "you haven't been able to do that for months," grinning at the whine he lets out, pained and restless. he's still fully clothed and the sweat starts to saturate the fabric. you'll let him take it off, but slowly, he has to wait for instructions. he knows you have rules. one being that he's not allowed to finish before you, and the other is alot more hard to comply to.

there will be no missionary or doggy style or any of his usual favourites. he'll only be bound and gagged by a licorice red rope. arms up and torso flexing, each and every muscle on display. you drag a finger down the ridges, tutting when he tries to maneuver his way out, fighting knots so tight and he loves the way it rubs against skin, against his hardened nipples, his cock standing upright and leaking like a faucet, bobbing and sensitive to every brush of soft, supple skin as you straddle him.

the bonds dig into his wrists, his chest, stinging and scaring. some part of him hopes you'd kiss the chaffed marks and soothe them with aloe vera later, just like he does with you. maybe hold him close for a little while. he doesn't want to ask, doesn't think he could after all those months he's left you unsatisfied. but you squeeze down on him, loving the tight furrow of his brows, the sweat that runs down the side of his temples, shaved undercut glistening in it. "that's it, just like that," you praise him.

you sound so lovely, like a balm over a wound. "i'm sorry," he croaks, the words come out hoarse and helpless. teeth biting into the weaving and saliva dribbling forth. nanami yearns for your release just as much as you do but he won't last, won't be able to salvage whatever scraps are left of his composure, his resolve, it's all too much. he begs and begs, exhaustion teetering, limbs numb and aching. "i just wanted to—" he gasps, words choking in his throat before he realizes he's crying, "—to love you right."

when had he started to fail you, when is it enough to make up for it. the tears spill in a sticky mess, clumping his lashes, and painting his eyebags in a wet glow. his stomach coils, building up into something big, something he's been dying to release for ages, and he feels like he's about to pass out. baring his teeth, he places his feet flat on the mattress and desperately ruts up into you. thrusts erratic and sloppy and just rushing to get there. to the end of all that worthlessness he feels.

with foreheads pressed together, he notices your tears too, barely keeping up the dominant facade. "you're so good, you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," you whisper, and he doesn't know if it's the honesty in your voice, his own trust reflected in your eyes, or that it's so obvious now, that you absolutely, wholeheartedly adore him, care for him, love him still. yes, you're still interested. just like that nanami's orgasm hits, sending you over the edge too with a final thrust so deep, so hard, he doesn't hold back. rope breaks and so do the legs of your bed frame, nanami releases a with a cry and white flashing behind his eyes, a jolt shooting up his spine and you feel it just as much when his seed settles inside you.

#ugh fine i'll write nanami again #didn't finsh my nanami bday fic in time so heres a short tidbit to make up for it #nanami kento #nanami kento fic #nanami kento hcs #nanami smut #ask #anon #sunpiece #saturated #nanami kento x reader #dom reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic

120 notes · View notes

roscgcld · 2 years

Note

this has been stirring in my little witch mind all morning:

wife! reader knows what nanami does for a living, and is chill w it.

BUT, reader goes on a business trip, and encounters some curses while on their own, instead of getting saves, reader grabs a pipe or something and just beats the curses to death, calling nanami after, uncaring of their saftey.

reader is basically "bro you fight those on the DAILY??" while nanami is panicking due to reader having blood all over them, most of which is probably not theirs

Nanami would marry in his job only if you can defend yourself. And this is because he can go on missions with a little less guilt than he usually does lmao. He knows he can't always talk himself out of missions, and because he doesn't want to panic every time he has to go to work, I am sure he has taught you some things to keep yourslef safe.

But there are times where you have to travel for work, and most times you can't bring a plus one. It's not like he wants to follow you either - he respects you hussel and doesn't want to get involved in what you're doing unless you want him too.

So no matter how worried he is, he keeps it to himself as he drops you off in front of your office with some pastries and your favourite drink; reminding you to be safe as he presses a loving kiss against your lips. He tries not to think about the danger - or really think of any danger, really.

You'll only be away for a few days. There is no way you'd be attack.

That was what he was thinking - until he got a call from you; sounding winded and annoyed as you complained about having to use a pipe to beat a Curse up. You had seen a few Curses that Nanami fights, but had never personally come into contact with one. But because you can see them, and you were their chosen 'victim' for the day. Bad choice on the Curse's end.

Nanami had never rushed over as fast as he can (Gojo had conviniently been asked to check the scene out, and bc of Nanami's desperation, offered to bring him along). He was horrified to see you covered in Curse juices, and had rushed over to check over you to make sure you were not hurt whilst Gojo went around examining the scene and covering you in his jacket after taking off yours.

He was honestly relieved that you were fine, even as you were whining and pouting about the fact that the Curse ruined your clothes and shoes. He will literally buy you everything you want as long as you keep yourself safe and sound, and to never do that again.

911 notes · View notes

sandsorghum · 2 years

Text

chapped

hc nanami having chapped lips till you get him on a chapstick routine initially it's not a problem cuz he gives the gentlest kisses tiny soft pecks out in public like he's a shy adolescent again, to your cheeks or the back of your hands - and even then only when he's picking you up or dropping you off but oh, as your relationship progresses...and you stay longer and longer in his car...extending greetings and delaying farewells... his hands being his telltale signs, they're always the first to give him away, fingers twitching impatiently as they slot along the ridges of your knuckles, your own antsiness amplifying his.

Your other hand stroking through the soft strands at his nape, thinking you're soothing him, but it has the opposite effect. Your bodies still new to each other, there's so much to explore in the terrains of tantalisation, of learning to inspire yearning, to stoke your tongue timid to his teeth intrepid, the progress of playful nibbles to wicked nipping, Nanami's mouth chasing your whimpers into moans.

A pursuit that only grows more tacit, more tactile; canines tracing then flaying the request from the tender flesh at your throat. You are never wholly silent of course, it is quite impossible, but he learns to read your breaths, the hisses, the skipped yes's of your heaving chest; the way all wild beasts remember.

Yet there is something to be said, or not said, for feigning civility.

Both of you are still in the front seat after all, parked in front of some fancy five-star restaurant. Nanami's never wanted to run a red light to get to a Burger King drive-thru more.

You know this reservation took him months.

So, you pucker your lips in the rear view mirror, feeling Nanami's stare track the rolling motion of the tube along the plush of your mouth, knowing what he's thinking; his tongue could do a better job.

But appearances are to be maintained. At least for a couple of hours. Then, if Nanami's been very good, he'll have a taste of your lip balm.

You expect his sampling to be the furthest thing from soothing.

278 notes · View notes

lolitafushiguro · 5 months

Text

Good Days in Kuantan ー Nanami's Solace

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Warnings: Mentions of physical fights. Blood. Violence. Cursed Spirits. Suffering. Character Death.

˚₊·—̳͟͞͞♡ Tags: Nanami Angst. a little bit of Canon Divergence. Pain. I want him to be free. My sweet beloved didn't deserve to die a horrible death. I love Nanami with all my heart.

When was the last time I felt free? When was the last time my heart swelled with pure happiness that I would not want that moment to end?

Nanami felt worthless. He walks aimlessly towards the battlefield swarmed with transfigured cursed spirits that were once human like him. He lets time pass him by ー it was a first, since he's not one to waste it.

And for once, he lets his mind wander to a place that is out of his reach.

Kuantan, Malaysia.

His body continued to fight, relentlessly attacking the monsters until he gave out ー until there was no more of his strength. Crimson blood oozes out from his burnt torso. His exposed muscles created a stinging sensation as it combined with the rusty air of despair. The cursed spirits lunged at him, their desperate cries echoing in the chambers of Shibuya station.

In the midst of it all, Nanami grew tired. He asks himself if what he did was enough.

Did I do well? Am I not a burden? Was everything I did all for naught?

The cursed spirits continue to swarm him, tearing his body piece by piece ー eating the life he had left, one that was terribly fading away.

And at that moment, Nanami dreams.

He dreams of Kuantan. He dreams of lying in bed, a stack of books beside him, as he engrosses himself into all of them one by one. He dreams of the warm summertime sun dusting his cheeks a faint shade of tan as he takes his morning stroll. He dreams of the beach ー of him walking around with a smile on his face as if he was a child once more.

Carefree without a problem in the world.

He dreams of breathing in the salty scent of the sea, as he drags his feet on the white, pristine sand, letting the waves wash over them as they kissed the shore. He dreams of watching the sunset as it turns into dusk as the sea-laced summer breeze runs through his soft hair, bittersweetly reminiscing about the life that he once had.

A life of curses ー of him having to constantly face evil and combating them not knowing if he can still live to see another day.

He dreams of baking his favorite pastries, and offering some of them to his foreign neighbors. Its sweet smell wafts throughout the comfort of his home.

Home.

Where was it? Where is my home? Ah, what a bitter question to ask. Even if I have one, it's already useless to return to it now.

"Although… Kuantan, Malaysia… that would be nice." He smiles, muttering to himself. With his remaining strength, he managed to slice an incoming cursed spirit in half, but even at that moment, Nanami remembers.

I guess you can call this… life flashing before your eyes.

Nanami remembers his life as a salaryman, of him always coming home late, his eyes forming bags that showed fatigue. Nanami remembers the day he returned to the jujutsu society. He remembers meeting Gojo Satoru's students. He remembers Itadori Yuuji and the time he had to accompany him on a mission.

He remembers how he told him that it is not a curse to be young.

He remembers his teenage years. He once had long hair, and the other students would make fun of him for the way he styled it.

He remembers Haibara Yuu. His departed friend who stood with him through thick and thin.

The life of jujutsu sorcery wasn't close to his ideal, but deep in his heart he knew it brought him comfort.

And to him, it was more than enough.

Mahito swiftly stood in front of him, his palms coming in touch with his broken body.

"I didn't know you were here."

He closed his eyes and dreamed of Kuantan once again ー an act of freeing himself from the face of death in the hands of the evil he once hated.

It's no use to me now ー to harbor the hate of the world when you're about to leave it.

"Itadori, you've got it from here." He said with a serene look on his face.

He may have faced a cruel death, but Nanami's soul stayed in Kuantan.

After a long, difficult journey, at last, Nanami is finally free.

ー Lolita

#lolita writes #nanami kento #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento imagines #nanami #nanami kento hcs #nanami hcs #nanami kento headcanons #nanami angst #nanami kento angst #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jjk #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jjk imagines #i love him i love him i love him #my sweetheart #rest easy my love

10 notes · View notes

sweet-seishu · 2 years

Note

Ok, since you are on Nanami brain rot right now, how about some headcanons you have for him? 👀

SFW/NSFW are both fine, whichever you want 🤷‍♀️

i'm so bad at these but okay🙈 i got carried away a bit with the NSFW but we'll pretend I didn't.

I kept this short and sweet cause I can't write a headcannon to save my life.

SFW

we know nanami has a very aloof and stoic kind of facade

but i just know this man would be so soft for his s/o

the kindest man istg

would do anything and everything for you

you don't ever have to worry about him working late cause he hates working overtime

always giving you soft kisses, wanting to be close to you

loves listening to you talk about your day, or just having a nice conversation with you

100% husband material fr

NSFW

i know nanami is impatient, but he'd be so patient with you

i genuinely see him as a very soft lover

always making sure to put all your needs before his own

he just wants you to feel good, so your pleasure is all he cares about

knows how to play your body like a violin

makes sure you're properly prepped to take him, making you cum multiple times

cause we all know the mans is packing😏

he'd move slow, setting a perfect pace that hit all the right spots

would pretty much fuck you dumb, but in the most gentle way

aftercare is top tier- running you a nice bath, massaging your achy muscles etc.

would pepper your face with kisses, making you giggle

would hold you tightly against him, both of you drifting off into a peaceful slumber.

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu nanami #jjk headcanons #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento hcs #nanami kento headcanons #kento nanami #nanami kento #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #jjk smut

304 notes · View notes

gojoux · 8 months

Text

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐀𝐘 “𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐎𝐔𝐓” 𝐓𝐎 𝐇𝐈𝐌

Gojo. Geto. Sukuna. Nanami. Choso. Toji. Megumi. Itadori. Yuta.

◈ — 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“Say no more.” He'd grab your face in an instant and press his lips against yours. He would immediately get touchy all over your body, and for not even a few seconds, he's already slipping his tongue in, savoring your taste with hunger. He'd pull away for a moment before devouring your lips with his own, your mouth would be invaded by his tongue once more before pressing you against the nearby wall.

◈ — 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“You want to make out? Alright, love. Let's go somewhere private, we can make out there as much as you want.” He'd place his hands on your wrist and lead you toward the bedroom. His lips would immediately find yours, soft but deep kisses at first before it gets heated. He doesn't mind if you want to be on the top or him on the top. Rest assured, he's not giving your lips a break either way. “Now I know what you need to do to convince me.”

◈ — 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

His body would shiver with excitement as he looks down at you with a hungry look. “Come here,” he reaches for you and grabs your body, “You want to make out, do you now? My, my, are you in the mood for me.” He tilts your head with his finger and starts trailing kisses on your neck, nibbling your skin with his teeth, licking and sucking, and doing whatever he wants until he makes sure it leaves a lot of his marks. His mind is filled with dirty thoughts, “I hope you know what you're getting yourself into.”

◈ — 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

“Right here? Right now?” Nanami's eyebrows would elevate at this request. “I should have expected it from you.” He sighs and loosens his tie before leaning back on his chair saying, “I can spare some time for you, love,” as he pats his lap, gesturing you to sit with him. “Let's make it a good one.” He'll place a hand on your cheek and the other on your waist as he kisses you slowly, with no rush, he likes to take his time savoring your lips.

◈ — 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎

He would look at you confused, “What's that?” He had no clue what making out is and he's not familiar with the term. Once you explain it to him, he'll nod and hold your waist, initiating the kiss first. “Like this?” He'll kiss you more. “I think I can get used to this.” His kisses slowly become deeper, letting out a few hums of satisfaction here and then. His touches would become bolder as well once you give him the cue. He's never done something like this but he seems to enjoy it with you.

◈ — 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

He'd raise a brow after hearing your request out of nowhere. “So you want to make out, huh? Are you feeling needy?” He'll tease you for it. “Now come here, I'll show you just how good I can be with my lips," he'd speak to you in a seductive tone while looking at you with a sly smile on his face. He'll kiss you all over your face until it's damp from both of your wet lips after the kiss while his hands eagerly caressing and groping your body. He won't stop even until you're breathless.

◈ — 𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌𝐈

He'd turn a bit red at your sudden question. He is a little surprised with your forwardness but he's not against it. “What did you say? Do you want to make out with me?” He doesn't mind if you kiss him. In fact, he'd like it if you did because he's been wanting to do that with you for some time already. Megumi starts off shy with a few pecks, focusing on your lips and what gesture you like. It's surprisingly hard for him to stop kissing you once he's warmed up.

◈ — 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈

“Eh? With me?” He points at himself. You'd smack his arm which makes him let out a short playful laugh, “Okay, okay, let's do it.” He'd kiss you eagerly, he really wanted to experience kissing someone ever since he was single, and now that got the chance to make out with you is more than a dream come true. He'll circle an arm over your shoulder and the other around your waist, pressing your body closer to him as he focuses on kissing you.

◈ — 𝐘𝐔𝐓𝐀

His face would turn red and his cheeks would be flushed. He'd look at you with surprised eyes and then he'd nod slowly. “O-of course, let's make out.” He'd say your name in such a soft way, the most romantic tone he's ever spoken to you with. After a few seconds of looking deeply into your eyes, he would lean closer and test the water with a few soft pecks before the kiss got deeper. He doesn't really know where to place his hand so he just holds your waist as he pulls you closer.

10K notes · View notes

ipostmysimpingstuffanonymously · 2 months

Text

This week's Discord Prompt!

JJK X OHSHC

Find @cocoabell drawing here

3K notes · View notes

turnyptown · 1 month

Text

Nanami considers himself a vanilla man. He doesn't have any specific kinks or fixations. All he wants is to make you feel good and make sure you get satisfaction from it. Or so you thought?

a/n: i think nanami is definitely a tits > ass guy, but he honestly despises the question

(m4f smut-ish, MINORS DNI)

Nanami who’s in love with your tits. The way they fit so perfectly in his hands, the way they bounce when you walk and when he fucks you, it makes his cock throb.

Nanami who thought you didn't notice until the day you wore a low-cut shirt. The two of you were lounging around at home and he couldn’t look away. You teased him, practically putting them in his face.

Nanami who couldn’t take it anymore, pulling your shirt off as you straddle him. He admires the way they spill out of your bra. He reaches around you to unclip your bra and holds your tits with his large palms.

Nanami who becomes so unbearably needy, rolling his hips against you as he takes one of your nipples into his mouth. He teases it with his tongue before pulling away to see your beautiful expression.

Nanami who later begs to cum all over your chest after fucking your cunt sore. Once you give him the go-ahead, your tits are coated in his seed.

Nanami who is soon fast asleep, face between your tits. He holds you close by the waist, dozing off soundly in his new favorite spot.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #nanami kento #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami smut #kento smut #kento nanami #kento nanami x reader #nanami hcs #jjk headcanons #turnyptown

2K notes · View notes

peachsayshi · 9 months

Note

waking them up in the morning, by mistake, just because you had to caress that cheek drenched in the soft sun rays

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ gojo; geto; nanami; toji ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ minors/ageless/blank blogs dni

⥽ the brush of your finger along satoru's cheek is enough to stir him awake, and it's so cute watching him slowly blink those blue eyes open. he's really sensitive to physical contact, but yours is one he's grown particularly familiar with. one hand soon finds your lower back, digits slipping underneath the soft material of your top, and the second he recognizes that it's you, you watch with amusement as he is lures himself back to sleep. he pulls you into him with ease, and all the muscles in his face slowly relax, as your heart flutters when you acknowledge just how safe he feels by your side. you smile quietly to yourself and leave a soft peck on the corner of his lip, eyes full of love as you continue observing the strongest at his most vulnerable.

⥽ you can't resist tucking a lock of hair away from suguru's face, your knuckles gently trailing across his cheek as you admire his beauty. his eyes blink open, a hint of a purple shadow expanding from the inner corners like the tail of a dark comet. your chest tightens, your mind confused as to how somebody can look this perfect first thing in the morning. "what time is it?" he whispers softly, a tick tugging at the corner of his mouth and revealing a lazy smile. you can't help but giggle at the fact that he needs at least another hour of rest. "too early for you," you mumble, your digits threading back through his hair where you twirl a strand around your index finger. suguru huffs under his breath and inches forward to nuzzle up against you. his head slots perfectly underneath your chin, his cheek resting against your décolletage as his arms wrap around your waist to give you the perfect access to continue playing with his hair as he drifts back to sleep.

⥽ nanami's hand clasps over your own, catching you off guard as he pulls it away from his cheek and gently brings the back of your palm to his lips. "what are you doing up so early?" he teases with a kiss, and your cheeks burn for getting caught in the act. "I-uh..." you stammer, drawing in a light inhale as you are suddenly met with warm, brown eyes. "I'm sorry...I didn't mean to wake you..." you mumble with your guilt lodged in your throat because you know just how exhausted he usually is. with his hand still clasping yours, he presses it close to his chest. "there's no reason to apologize, my love..." he replies as he arches forward to kiss your forehead, and you can't help but clench your thighs at the drawl of his deep morning voice. you arch your brow with curiosity when his heavy eyes flutter close again, the heaviness of sleep luring him back to his dreams.

⥽ you're propped up on your elbow, resting your chin on your palm with your gaze fixed on the handsome man before you. the pad of your index finger draws little circles over toji's cheek, and you notice the subtlest twitch of his jaw when you caress him. "behave, brat" he grumbles, and you flash him a full grin when he open just one eye to look at you with disapproval. "I knew you were awake," you reply as you prod his cheek, "you never smile in your sleep". toji shrugs his shoulders with ease, extending his right arm out as he tilts his chin toward the inch of empty space by his side. "c'mere," he instructs and you instantly lower yourself down to cuddle him. "would you like to have some breakfast?" you ask sweetly as you wrap your arm around his waist. "maybe later," he murmurs under his breath. "later will be lunch," you point out and he just sighs. "I'm still trying to recover from our night, baby," he coos, "wake me up in thirty minutes".

♡ send me some hc's {fluff, angst, smut, hurt/comfort}

#gojo hcs #geto hcs #nanami hcs #toji hcs #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk hcs #satoru gojo hcs #suguru geto hcs #nanami kento hcs #toji fushiguro hcs

247 notes · View notes

kentosdoll · 4 months

Text

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ mr autism feat. his antics

content: sfw wc: 623

a/n: look, i know there is a small minority of us in the jjk fandom that believes nanami kento is autistic, so this post won't appeal to the masses. if you don't like this, nor agree with it, that's fine (that's why fanon and au's are cool). just don't be a dickhead and leave mean comments. also, this was co-written by my beloved sibling @lesbian-choso. go check out his blog; they make lovely traditional art.

banner credits:⠀@/dollienini + @/chilumitos

Flat affect — no explanation needed.

Stims: jiggling his watch, cracking his knuckles and other joints, pacing around.

This man cannot stand loud noises, though controlled loud sounds, like listening to his screamo playlist, is totally fine.

I firmly believe he sleeps like a dead person at an open-casket funeral. His bed sheet is in a straight line across his chest, with his arms lying flat on either side of his torso — Back Sleeper™️. Best believe he can't sleep unless his room is 18°C, with his bedsheets and duvet even on each side of the bed, and a fresh bottle of water on his bedside table (in case he wakes up and feels parched).

Whilst he isn't a fan of journals and diaries, Kento makes sure to regularly update his calendar on his phone, as well as the one attached to Outlook.

Spreadsheets and to-do lists, he thrives off of these. How else is he to keep up with life?

He is very aware of the fabrics and textures that make contact with his skin. This is why his wardrobe is predominantly made up of soft materials like cotton and cashmere. If he has to wear anything woollen, a lightweight layer of clothing goes underneath; he can't stand the itchiness.

Kento doesn't like mixing cold and warm food, and he tries his best to keep the food on his plate from touching each other (this doesn't apply to food like fried rice).

He irons his bedsheets and underwear — don’t ask. Kento also regularly washes his curtains and steams them once they’re dry (no creases, he hates them).

Exclusively purchases one type of deodorant; it has something to do with the smell and texture. He can’t stand aerosols because of the intensity of their smell (it gets into the back of his throat), and the gel deodorants feel uncomfortable on his underarms. Kento also isn’t a fan of perfume, though, there was one he liked that he stocked up on. Sadly, he hasn’t been able to find anything similar.

“Don’t come in the kitchen whilst I'm cooking.” — Kento to Satoru when he senses him about to step in. He can't share the space, it becomes claustrophobic.

Baking is his special interest; he has an absurd amount of information about this art form stored in his noggin. Dare I say he would own a bread encyclopaedia if it existed. Whilst bread is his favourite form of baked good, from time to time, he attempts to make confectionary, specifically those made of phyllo pastry. On the rare occasion, he might bake a pie or cake.

This man owns a lint roller because of his pet cats; he is not a first-time cat owner. Whilst his home is relatively clean, he can't help but feel the need to pick up those stray cat hairs. He doesn't want to accidentally get any in his mouth.

Speaking of his home, Kento's apartment is relatively minimalist, though the colour palette is warm and welcoming (lots of blues and browns). The only part of his home that is “messy” is one nook in his living room. The bookcase is overflowing with unread books, some sitting in neat stacks on the floor, whilst others are in cardboard boxes acting as surfaces for his potted plants. There are a few old newspapers and magazine recipes strewn on his desk, a cold cup of coffee, and two pen holders jam-packed with various dry markers and inkless pens. It's a sort of organised chaos.

He exclusively wears slippers and thongs/flip-flops indoors. He can’t stand walking around barefoot, it’s uncomfortable, and he doesn’t like his feet being cold or picking up any hair, lint, or crumbs that collect on the floor (despite his home being borderline sterile).

#jujutsu kaisen headcanons #jujutsu kaisen hcs #jjk headcanons #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento headcanons #nanami kento hcs #kento nanami headcanons #kento nanami hcs #nanami kento drabble #kento nanami drabble

29 notes · View notes

sukunasun · 2 years

Note

I read your "how the jjk men would give it to you" post you made and.... like... surprise dick w stressed nanami sounds *chefs kiss* amazing. I was wondering if you had more thoughts about it bc i havent known peace ever since i read that hc/snippet

i was wondering which piece you were referring to only to realize you meant THAT post....

despite the dark circles and a scowl keeping his face in an ever-constant state of agitation, he’s a picture worth a million dollars, in tight-fitted suits that pinch at the waist, the back of his hand dusting over broad shoulders, poised, prim, lapels ironed flat over a wide chest. built and beautiful and so prudish is he. what is it about nanami the salaryman. his life made up of decimal points going up and down, a strand of hair he finds randomly on his shoulder, and the long, long, hours that build up overtime, a culmination of disappointments and tension unlike any other. forcing him closer to that edge, losing all control.

maybe it's the way his face is lit by a computer screen, by fluorescent lights, looking sickly and tense. he leans back in his chair every 30 minutes and the heavy sighs he lets out, the deep groans, guttural and frustrated sound so pornographic you think he's doing it on purpose. your friends tell you it's the clark kent effect, everyone's into the hot nerdy types, the quiet ones who hide that wild, primal side of themselves. but he is no superman, in fact, he's the complete opposite, he hides nothing and he hones no powers. he's just a man in need of a splurge or something, the desperation written all over his face.

who says things like "make me copies, reschedule my meeting, this coffee is atrocious make sure you use the french press like i taught you" do this, do that, barking orders at you all day without so much as a thank you. well, it’s less bark and more bite really. he's so cutting it's like he could say anything to you just so he gets to sneak in some kind of backhanded comment, unsolicited and uncalled for, an inkling inside you warning you of its hidden meaning.

if he were anything like his coworkers, he could just visit the strip club, pick up a girl on a dating app, find some stranger at a club, a quick fuck, a one night stand. but nanami wouldn’t dare. it's such a shame that he doesn't know how to fuck, wouldn't be able to the way he seems so tightly wound and uptight—mr. 'i'm better than you because i make so much money and i am good at my job'.

not to mention it wouldn't work either because he needs something more, something along the lines of your pretty mouth wrapped around him, taking him all the way inside, choking on it. you'd make him last as long as possible, make him shake and tremble with his hands gripping your hair tight, fisting, tugging hard and he'd keep you there, releasing down your throat. it’s what he wishes for when he stands in a bathroom stall jerking himself off for the fourth time that day and god help him because it’s now a routine, just for the sake of release, mechanical and so quick he doesn't get to savour it. even when he does reach his peak—cum painting his fingers, hot and sticky and so incredibly disgusting when the adrenaline wears off, heartbeat slowing, lips swollen and bruised clamped down between his teeth, his body doused in all that shame—it's not enough.

later in the day he gets off the phone with a client who's been bugging him about buying, selling, about shares, investments, the money's not real and on paper they're making a fortune but nanami knows he's going home with most of it. his patience along with the desire to keep his job is wearing thin. seen with the way a vein bulges over his temples, jaw clenching, his tie comes undone then, tugs at it until it hangs loose. starts to crave a cigarette by the lounge, away from prying eyes, but it's not needed when he looks up and sees you by your desk. “he’s just this guy at the office, you know, the kind that has a stick up their ass and takes themselves too seriously,” he overhears you say on the phone—it’s offensive of course, because you say it with such contempt like he wasn't capable of bending you over a desk, over a leather couch, making you muffle your screams in a supply closet as he fucks you silly. he wants to scoff, you should have been keeping those things to yourself, let alone talking about him out in the open.

at this rate, he could just pull some strings and let you lose your job but he decides otherwise, walking over to where you are, nanami raises an eyebrow when he stands over your desk. "menial tasks requires less brain power so this falls right within your purview doesn't it, what are you, an errand girl?" he usually speaks in a monotone voice. this time however, it's like he believes himself superior. smug and snobbish.

“i graduated top of my class," you reply with indignation. who does he think he is, was this some weird power trip? he’s always been so quiet, so composed and collected. “and it’s sexist to imply that i merely run errands,” you spit back. if it weren’t for you, he’d be fucked. who organizes his schedule and replies his emails when he could just do it himself.

immediately, he says “i made the assumption based off your incompetence, not because you are a woman.” then glances at you with his nose upturned. cringing at your gaping mouth, at your shocked expression. “stop staring, you're getting drool all over company property," he plops a few stacks of papers by the edge of your desk and without thinking about the implications of it, pushes them towards you with his pelvis. a lazy thrust of his hips and you look up then, expecting to see a sly expression, just like every other man who work on top floors and smoke cigars in penthouse view board rooms but his face is hesitant, like he's holding back something, "get this sorted, and don't make a mess of it." he instructs, before walking away, striding towards the men's bathroom for...whatever reason, you didn’t know, but he's always disheveled and doused in cologne afterwards.

geto and gojo suggest he meets the daughter of one of their clients but nanami suspects it's just another one of their schemes. “she’s a babe, would be down to fuck on a first date,” gojo doesn’t care that he’s being loud and obnoxious because he has more money than anyone will ever make in their lifetime while geto slaps an envelope against nanami's chest, “here, go buy her something pretty, it might help us convince her dad to invest,” geto says from behind him. he peeks through the opening and finds crisp bills stuffed into it, bursting at the seams.

the woman in question looks more like a doll, she smells like vanilla and her full lips purse when she whispers, "i like you," straddling him and leaving soft little smooches against his neck. it sounds made up because she barely knows him. he looks down at her spread legs and wonders what they'd look like in stockings, the kind you wear, in a pencil skirt and a blouse buttoned all the way to the top. her wavy extensions don't do anything for him, where's the updo, where are the hairpins tucked behind the ear. he doesn't want to hear her praises or her exaggerated moans, she's definitely a professional, a respectable one at that because she does it well but he wants a woman who's careless with her work, who looks down on him, he wants an errand girl—

"don't speak, you’ll ruin it,” nanami groans, and in a hotel room behind closed doors, she does as she’s told. he makes her face the other way so he doesn't have to see her, hear her, he could just deal with the weird, nauseating mix of being unsatisfied later on, feeling guilty when he knows he's using someone else, she's merely an object now, he doesn't care about her or whether she likes him and it's so infuriating that he wishes to prove you wrong because he's made to press up behind you, feel his heart beating beneath the skin, racing and pounding. proof that he has one, that he's made for more than just sitting behind a desk.

so he'll compromise tonight, all until he leaves her in an empty bed the next morning, rushing off to work with geto’s money left on the bedside table.

he's even more of a pain in the ass that morning, breathing down your neck and making sure you're left with double the amount of usual things he makws you do. but also he keeps a distance, going as far as flinching away every time you so much as tap him on the shoulder. this man is on edge, like he's about to implode. "what's your deal, haven't you ever felt the touch of a woman?" you tease, just for fun, even when you know he wouldn't laugh. and he doesn't really, but instead finds himself fucking you against the wall of his office.

skirt bunched up around your middle, he rips into your stockings with his hands, ripping it and pushing your panties to the side, "i'll buy you another more so stop whining," then tells you to leave the heels on and you do. even when he holds you up in his hands, legs propped up on his shoulders, you try to keep them from slipping off. in the reflection of a mirror, you watch his muscled back flex, the walls thudding, and those heels start dangling over your toes from the sheer force, each one of his thrusts, hard and fast and deep, keeps pushing you over the edge.

the first time you come all over him, it makes you tremble and shake, the newfound revelation that he's actually so skilled is one thing but nanami kisses your neck, gently coaxing you through your release. when he moves you to a couch, he sets you atop him, legs spread wide and thighs held firmly in his hands. he adjusts himself behind you and before you could whine from just how sensitive you feel, he pushes himself back inside, stretched and full and so hot. making sure that over your shoulder, he could watch you in that same mirror, and that you'd see him too. you'd see just who exactly makes you feel this way.

and by the time he fucks you by the window, you whimper when you look out then, clear blue sky and bright sunlight, it's a beautiful day out and the street below are bustling with cars and people who are looking to make memories. some colleagues are out for lunch and others are having some fresh air, a seemly normal day, and your heart pounds, fear and excitement creeping up because anyone could see, turn their heads up to catch the view of a woman with her knees tucked to the sides of her head, squirming and bucking as her boss fucks up into her. "i'm starting to think you like this," he taunts when your moans ring out, and it's true because you were running your mouth, making a scene, you believed him to be incapable and inexperienced but now you can't think of any other man who's made you feel the way he does. nanami doesn't care one bit about the exposure, abut public indecency or whatever the fuck they'll say about him, let them see how he makes you come apart, making your mind go numb.

"you did this to me," he snarls into the crook of your neck, how often had pictured this moment and now that it's real, his cock buried inside you, the moans you let out sounding better than anything he could have imagined, and the look on your pretty face while you're succumbing to him, this snappy little thing now submitting herself. "let me know if it's too much okay?" he whispers, biting down on your neck, pounding inside you, feeling your juices run down til it drips all over the carpet floors. he'd make you call someone to get it cleaned, and he'd stress about getting it done on time so no one would suspect a thing but he'd also go back to being a pain in the ass, or maybe he'd start being a little sweet, a little kinder, gentle and tender...until he isn't.

#will i ever be able to outrun that dick post #the way i abhor it...repulsion...im removing it from the masterlist and hope no one ever reads it #jk i do love a good thirst post but still...its what i consider the opposite of a magnum opus #also ive been seeing a rise in nanami stans in my inbox...whats goin on...#i grasp the concept of stocks as a baby would astrophysics so dont @ me for inaccuracies #ask #anon #sunpiece #jujutsu kaisen #jjk fic #saturated #nanami kento #nanami smut #nanami kento hc #nanami kento hcs #nanami x reader

301 notes · View notes