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peachsayshi · 2 months

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↬ summary: nanami kento tries to be the perfect husband and father but when a tough night fighting curses ends badly it results in nanami snapping at his daughter.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: nanami x female reader; hurt/comfort; nanami has a daughter; domestic drama; being a jujutsu sorcerer is hard; momotarō is a famous Japanese folk tale :c ↬･ wc: 3,383

↬ notes: hi, everyone! I'm currently not really active at the moment so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't been responding to your messages or tagged posts. I'm taking a small break and only coming online for a bit to catch up on some messages, read fics or queue posts. I'll be back to properly posting and interacting soon but in the meantime I wanted to share that I finished up this draft over the weekend. I was actually debating if I should post this but then just decided to go for it! sending all my love xx

nanami’s head is heavy, completely clouded with despair, and it tints his brown eyes a shade of murky gray. the walls of his beautiful home feel narrow, almost claustrophobic, which explains why he’s struggling to catch his breath right now. stepping into the hallway, he instinctively peeks into the dining area to find you and his daughter eating dinner together. she’s sitting on the chair, her legs far too short to even touch the ground, holding a half eaten onigiri between her small hands. you are by her side, sneakily tidying up after her as you brush away the stray beads of rice trickling onto the table.

a little glow blooms in nanami’s heart at the sight of you both but there is a vicious creature residing in the pit of his stomach that veils the bright light away.

he quietly takes off his jacket, his bruised fingers loosening the tie around his neck. he clears his throat before announcing with exhaustion to you both that he’s finally home.

your eyes meet his, the muscles on your face falling immediately. he can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins as worry washes over you. the reaction makes his chest uncomfortably tight, but he knows that he can’t hide his expressions around you like he used to.

you both move together so fluidly now, like a single body of water that ebbs and flows to its own natural current.

he escaped the night’s fight with a few cuts and a couple of bad bruises, but there is currently a student on shoko’s table who barely made it through. the young man arrived at jujutsu tech only a couple of weeks ago, but his naive and charismatic qualities turned into fatal flaws in the world of sorcery.

he bit off more than he could chew by trying to take on a special grade curse.

shoko promised nanami that she would heal the boy, but admitted there was only so much she can do in regards to the aftermath of his injuries. the sorcerer couldn’t bare to leave him behind, but gojo refused that he stay and insisted that he return back home to his pretty wife and adorable daughter immediately.

“I’ll handle things from here,” is what his superior said, while nanami’s guilt climbed up his throat.

that student was his responsibility...

...and he failed him entirely.

“papa’s home!” his daughter chirps. the pitch of her voice ringing in nanami’s ears to pull him back to the present and far away from the scene where life and death were dancing together in a tango. “papa, look, look...mama and I made onigiri!”

her feet bounces up and down, and there’s a touch of a pink against her cheeks when her mouth stretches into a beaming grin. the innocence in her eyes makes nanami falter and he can feel himself falling deeper into the abyss. for a minute he resents himself for selfishly bringing such a beautiful thing into this world, only to gamble with the fact that she may potentially be in his shoes one day.

he begs for that outcome to never happen, beseeches whatever higher power above him that exists to spare her from this life. she should never have to go through this, never have to experience these heartbreaks that only wither a person down.

“I can see that,” nanami replies in a low voice before shifting his attention to his feet.

right now, he can’t stomach an ounce of her purity, and it radiates around her like a halo. she's so unbothered by his presence, so completely unaware of the sudden change in the atmosphere around her...

“we made tuna, salmon, and veggies...” she babbles on.

“how nice...” nanami curtly interrupts, before anxiously running his fingers through the strands of his messy blonde hair.

“which one do you want, papa?” she questions eagerly, pointing her sticky hands at the plate to show off the selection of triangles.

“sweets,” you interject just as nanami turns on his heel to walk in the other direction, “how about we finish up eating our dinner, and we can save some for your daddy tomorrow...”

“nooo!” she whines far too loudly, which forces nanami to stop dead in his tracks. he glances over his shoulder to see her puffing out her bottom lip with disappointment, “you said...you said we make it so we eat together!”

she’s only six.

she can’t perceive that her father is struggling to hold himself together. deep down inside nanami knows that, but it isn’t enough to keep his cool. he doesn’t know why his daughter’s insistence causes him to pinch the front of his brows with annoyance or why he shoots a frustrated look in her direction.

he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly picturing shoko calling the student’s parents to deliver the news that the man who was supposed to protect their child was unsuccessful in his duty.

he doesn’t know why he feels at fault for everything that happened, even though the circumstances of the events were completely out of his control.

he doesn’t know why he’s imagining himself on the receiving end of a very similar call, or why he can’t stop picturing his precious daughter on that table instead…

all of this pummels into him, and the monster emerges out from it’s cave.

“be quiet and stop making such a fuss.”

his voice comes out sharper than expected, and the expulsion of his frustration allows him to see the crystal clear picture before him.

the room is dead silent.

your face is in full shock at the hissing tone of your sweet husband snapping at his darling baby girl who he only ever speaks to with a gentle voice.

what truly unravels nanami is the look that his daughter is giving him - her angelic features are sullen, but her eyes remain wide with surprise. her bottom lip is slack, and the only sound he can hear is her uneasy breathing. her eyes, the most beautiful gems in existence, twinkle as tears begin to form and she tries to quickly blink them away before turning her attention back to her plate.

nanami doesn’t know he managed to stop time itself but the three of you remain frozen in place.

he regrets his words immediately.

he wants nothing more than to pull his precious girl close into his chest and smother her with apologies. the part of him with sense tells him to follow through and make things right with her, but instead he begrudgingly continues to wallow in his own self pity as he walks over to his room.

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the house is unusually quiet now, the music of domestic joy morphing into hushed murmurs and whispers outside your room door. you settle your crestfallen daughter into her bedroom before moving to check on your husband next.

fresh out of the shower, nanami is seated on the edge of the bed with his exhausted eyes pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. he exhales a heavy breath, his dirty work clothes still piled just outside the bathroom, and your heart nearly collapses seeing him in such a state of disarray.

you kneel before him, two hands sliding across the soft material of his sweats as you brush them along his thighs before carefully bringing them up to circle around his wrists.

“kento?”

he allows you to pull his palms away but your throat constricts when a band forms tightly around your neck. you swallow the lump with an upturn of your brows as you are greeted with red, exhausted eyes. you cup that handsome face in your hands, your thumbs sweetly motioning back and forth across his cheeks as you try to soothe the tension away.

after all this time together, it hurts you to see that he still tries to hide his tears. nanami constantly holds himself to the highest standard, always ensuring that he can solidify himself as the rock for you and your daughter to depend on through thick and thin. it’s so rare for you to see him crack, to watch him crumble under the overbearing weight of the things that he is burdened to carry.

“you had a rough night,” you point out in a low, sympathetic voice and he simply just nods his head in acknowledgement.

his eyes flutter close again when you lean forward to press a tender, reassuring kiss on his brow. “you want a talk about it?”

the way his voice shakes makes you shiver, but you tentatively listen as he relays the events of the night before finally concluding that satoru called him only a few minutes ago to reassure him that the student in question is alright.

“he lost an eye, but at least he’s alive...” he concludes somberly, the warble in his final statement prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a protective hug.

nanami receives it with gratitude, strong arms circling around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your shoulder and breathes in.

your scent is a reminder of his permanent sanctuary.

a safety, a reassurance of home.

you stroke his blonde locks between your fingers until he exhales, "i'm so sorry," he breathes, "I...I didn't mean to snap like that..."

a tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you unravel yourself to cup his jaw into your palms once again. "I appreciate the apology, but I don't think I should be on the receiving end of it..." you hint sweetly.

nanami closes his eyes guiltily. "I'm a horrible father."

you click your tongue with disappointment, your face falling as your disapproval pinches between the space of your brows.

"you're just human," you remind him defensively, "you're a wonderful father, the best man that our daughter can look up to"

"did you see the look on her face?" he replies, his voice unnaturally small. the tender expression he gives you is filled with regret, and it's enough to make your heart ache all over again.

"kento," you contend, "don't do this to yourself. we're both going to have days where we mess up, but that doesn't mean that the problem can't be fixed."

you thread his hair between your fingers, like your brushing through rays sunlight. "she's waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," you explain, "but I'm sure she would rather be with you instead..."

"I doubt that," your husband replies as he reaches for your hand to kiss the inside of your palm.

"we will always love you, kento," you answer back, "unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

he didn't even know how desperately he needed to hear that, for your certainty to remedy away all his sorrows, until they actually left your lips.

your husband's throat tightens, tears pricking his eyes once more but he hides them away when he leans in to seek out a kiss from the woman whose heart he deeply adores.

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nanami leans his shoulder against the frame of his daughter's room. his heart patters lightly, making him realize that he might actually be nervous. it's strange, he thinks, that he would feel hesitant to approach his own child considering that he was her guardian but nanami had never allowed his professional life to fracture into his personal one like this before.

she's seated on the floor next to a pile of books and her stuffed rabbit secured tightly underneath her arm. there's a warmth in his chest when when he makes note of the soft toy, because he purchased that himself the day she was born and the pair have been inseparable ever since.

he clears his throat, bringing his scuffed knuckles to gently knock on the door.

"my love?" he calls out to her.

his daughter perks up, her breathing changing slightly as it rises and falls with a hint of apprehension. she glances over her shoulder to see him.

"where's mama?" she asks, her question shattering the man into a million pieces at her subtle dismissal.

"taking a shower," he answers cooly, "but I'm here to get you ready for bed..."

her lovely eyes refuse to lock into his own, and she simply tucks her lip between her bottom teeth to avoid giving nanami a reply.

she looks so much like him when he was a child. he remembered when his parents used to scold him too, and how he would also hide away in his room. the only difference is that nanami's parents were far more traditional - a time where elders were never submissive to young hearts.

"may I come in?" he requests politely, ensuring that his daughter knew she had a choice if she wanted to speak to him.

her nostrils flare slightly while she considers him, but to his relief she nods her head eagerly.

nanami steps into her room, always feeling largely out of place amongst her things. "did you find a story for bed?" he asks.

she again quietly nods her head and picks up her favorite book; a compilation of japanese folktales with beautiful illustrations. you both have been reading one for her each night ever since she got it it as a present from her grandparents.

he crouches on his knees to meet her at eye level. "you've really been enjoying this one, haven't you?" he carries on, hoping to coax more words out of her.

“yeah,” she replies in the same mousy voice of uncertainty. she shifts her attention away when she stands on her feet, clutching onto the stuffed bunny tightly while her other hand swings the book by her side.

“and what tale are we reading tonight?”

she shrugs her shoulders with indifference, a hint of pink blushing her cheek. “I dunno. I…I can just until mama is ready…”

nanami visibly slumps. her rejection an entirely new painful experience that he's never endured before. he scratches the back of his head anxiously, finding himself at a loss for words. the seconds pass, an awkward bubble surrounding both father and daughter. it’s only broken when nanami exhales a sigh, and reaches his hands towards her waist to draw her into his frame.

“darling,” he addresses tenderly, “can you look at me?”

“no, you were mean…” she blurts out, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

nanami’s heart sinks.

that’s the first time he’s ever heard those words from her lips.

“I know,” he murmurs shamefully.

her mouth forms into a tiny button of a pout but she meets his eyes for the first time as he acknowledges his behavior.

nanami arches forward to kiss her forehead, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I’m so sorry if I upset or scared you”

she fidgets with the book in her hand. “did you not want onigiri?” she asks, her innocence tugging the corners of her father’s lips into a small grin.

“it wasn’t the onigiri, my love,” he reassures, “daddy just…had a bad day at work…”

“why was it bad?”

nanami sighs once again.

she still doesn’t know that he’s a sorcerer. you’ve both reduced his position to her by simply explaining that nanami “helps and protects people".

thankfully your daughter doesn’t pry too hard to ask any further questions.

“someone I know got hurt. so, daddy was a little shaken up when he came home…”

"shaken up?"

"scared, my love"

his daughter shakes her head in disbelief, “nu-uh, you never get scared, papa” she rebuts.

nanami huffs out a laugh, flashing her a full grin now as he brings his fingers to his chin to to ponder her sweet statement. he quirks his brow and cheekily replies, "we can't all be brave like you," in an attempt to lighten the mood.

his daughter narrows her eyes towards his hand, her mind instantly distracted with other things already. "you got hurt too papa!" she gasps, dropping the bunny by her side to point at his knuckles.

nanami glances at his fingers covered in red marks.

"wait!" she exclaims as she places the book by his side. "I have something!"

she spins on her heel and rushes towards one of her drawers. meanwhile, nanami just takes her in with his love soaked eyes, watching as she rummages through her stuff with determination until she scurries back his way.

"got it!" she squeaks with a smile, and to his surprise she jumps right into his arms with such nonchalance it nearly make him crumble on the spot.

your voice echoes in the back of his mind: "we will always love you, kento. unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

"mama bought it for me," she explains, regaining her father's attention once more.

nanami rests his cheek on her shoulder, and inhales her powdery scent as he keeps one arm warmly secured around her waist. he watches her peel off the plaster of the band aid, lbefore grabbing his hand and placing it unevenly over his knuckles.

"now a kiss!" she adds, as she brings his hand to her mouth and exaggerates a loud "mwah" sound for emphasis. "mama says the kiss is what makes it all better"

nanami instantly feels significantly better from this remedy of love. he extends his digits out, and looks at the hot pink "hello kitty" band aid that now rests comfortably on his knuckles.

"thank you, my darling," he coos and peppers her cheek with a few kisses before turning her to face him once again. "you made me feel a lot better"

she flashes him an equally large smile in return, showing off her missing teeth.

"I did?"

nanami chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms to give her a well deserved bear hug. she laughs as he stands on his two feet, and sheds away any lingering thoughts of apprehension that may have stuck.

"you always do," he reassures, his soul vibrating back to life when he feels her return his embrace. “you think you can forgive me for how I spoke earlier?”

“yeah,” she confirms and squeezes him just a little tighter. "I love you lots, papa"

"oh, my angel," he hums, "you have no idea just how much I love you too..."

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after winding down from your evening pampering session, you decide to pass by your daughter's room to check on your little family. you peer through the cracked door to find nanami spread out on your daughter’s bed, with your daughter curled into side and her head resting on his chest.

“did I come from a peach too like momotarō?” you hear her ask, but your heart flutters at the sight of your husband’s pearly whites.

you’ll never get over how much you love seeing him smile with such genuine emotion.

“no,” you hear nanami reply calmly, his finger lightly holding the page open. “you remember your mother explaining how you used to live in her stomach first?”

“oh yeah,” your daughter replies with a hint of disappointment over the fact that she was not birthed from a piece of fruit as mentioned in one of her favorite folk tales.

“shall I carry on?”

“uh-huh,” she answers and she readjusts her position to get even more comfortable. "I think if we look hard enough we might find momotarō..."

"you think so?" your husband wonders with honest curiosity.

"I know so, papa!"

"how many peaches do you think we need to check?"

"hmmm," she mumbles, "maybe a million?"

"a million?" your husband dramatically replies, "that's a lot of peaches don't you think,"

"I mean, it's less than a billion..." she responds quite matter of factly.

you catch his gaze from between the door that’s ajar. his expression fully relaxes, and you smile knowingly in his direction at the sight of father and daughter making up.

“papa?” his daughter questions upon his sudden silence, but your husband keeps his focus on you as he hums in acknowledgement before replying, "you're not wrong, but it'll still be quite a challenge to cut through a million peaches..."

"we might need some help," your daughter adds on.

you blow him a secret kiss as to not interrupt further, and quietly close the door before heading back to your bedroom.

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missroki · 2 months

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JJK MEN WANTING TO GO ANOTHER ROUND!

content: female reader × multi jik, black girl friendly, piv sex, vaginal fingering, doggy, anal play, cunnilingus, breeding kink, reader is called sweetheart, my love, pretty girl, and baby. TOJI, GOJO, NANAMI, GETO.

TOJI presses your temple to the blessedly cool sheets, your palms trying their best to find purchase to lift yourself up. you don’t get far before he pins you harder into the mattress. your hands twitch instinctively, longing to trace the plains of muscle and veins that grace his skin.

“be careful, sweetheart,” his voice rumbles, deep and heavy like an impending storm. “almost thought you were trying to get away from me.”

you reply with a sharp intake of breath, your cunt throbbing at the promise of more. excitement makes you burn with unfiltered desire, unable to ignore the sticky wetness between your thighs. toji continues to push his cum back inside your hole in shallow thrusts. it is an act of mercy compared to what you know will come next.

“t-toji, please, go slow.” your voice is hoarse from your screaming, but pleading all the same.

your boyfriend (if you could call him that) keeps close to your back, breathing along the prickling hair at the nape of your neck. a hand reaches down to rub your sensitive clit and the sensation makes you jump, but it only pushes him in deeper. the wet sounds of your cunt are embarrassing in this too quiet room.

“you worried?” toji murmurs, his mouth against your sweat-slick neck. “thought you’d get off easy tonight after that stunt you pulled?”

the scar on his lip curls as toji thinks about you grabbing him through his pants at dinner. such a naughty little girl, always needing more. you shiver as he presses down on your back, forcing you to arch higher for him. “don’t worry, pretty girl. i’ll make sure to kiss it better.”

NANAMI gazes up at you with heavy-lidded eyes, sweat making strands of his blonde hair stick to his forehead. you continue to grind down on his spent cock, moaning as a frothy ring of cum gathers at his base. the sight is sinful as you come down from your orgasm, but it’s not enough to mask the overstimulation from your constant twitching and writhing.

pushing through the sudden sensitivity, strong hands reach up to grip your hips, forcing you to stay still as a shiver runs down his spine. “you are insatiable.” nanami breathes, leaning his head back to rest on a pillow. “but if we keep going, i won't have anything left to give you.”

you whine petulantly, running your manicured nails down his chest and tweaking one of his nipples as you go. nanami growls your name in a stern warning.

“kento,” you whimper, “why so grumpy? i just want to make you feel good. they say third time’s a charm.”

one of his hands reach down to palm your ass, gripping the soft skin firmly as he imagines it littered in red handprints. “i see. was the first time not charming enough for you?”

“no, and i believe you’ve done better, actually.”

he scoffs at your obvious lie, the dry tear streaks on your face enough proof that you are trying to push his buttons. in a move that makes your head spin, you’re lifted up and flipped onto your back, legs forced to fold you almost in half.

the man above you runs the sensitive tip of his cock along your slit, watching as streams of his cum spill out now that he’s not keeping it plugged inside.

“then i must be having issues with my memory,” he murmurs, a cold sweat running down your stomach as he eases his weight onto your chest. “let me demonstrate so that i can jog yours.”

GOJO has always been… overzealous. satisfaction doesn’t come easy when instant gratification is all you know; being handed anything you desire with no questions asked. it is something he is well aware of, but that he chooses to ignore on most days. and though he loves you dearly, it is nice to see you squirm, to feel your hand push his head away half heartedly as you beg for some reprieve.

but gojo satoru always wants more, and his thirst for you isn’t something that can be easily quenched. his hands grip your hips to hold you firmly in place as you gasp and pant on too-damp sheets. his lips press into the darkened skin of your inner thighs, blush pink and gentle as he speaks. “fuck,” gojo breathes out, “you taste so good, baby. you’re gonna give me one more, right?”

you whimper as his thumb presses against your swollen clit, tears falling down your cheeks. “i-it’s too much, ‘toru. n-need a break.”

he grins up at you, voice heavy with desire as his thumb moves against your clit just how you like it. “you cryin’? i make you feel that good?”

you can tell by the look in his eyes that he enjoys this, teasing you so brazenly. he can tell by the look in yours that you love it. “please,” you whimper, gripping his white strands firmly. “i want you inside.”

if your boyfriend was smiling before, he’s absolutely beaming now. “well, since you asked so nicely.” gojo tugs down his sweats so that they rest under his balls, cock standing proud with the tip dripping pre onto your stomach. he runs the length of his cock on your pussy, a long finger reaching down and pressing ever so cheekily to your ass hole. you squeal but he holds you in place.

“satoru!”

“what’s wrong?” he asks with feigned innocence and too smug grin, “i thought you wanted me inside?”

GETO’s brows furrow at the sight beneath him, a small tsk leaving his mouth as he watches his cum spill from you in thick globs, soiling the bed in a mixture of both of your juices.

his fingers lift and thrust his cum back inside of you, grazing your sensitive walls as he makes sure to fill you with as much of him as possible. his thumb idly teases your clit, aftershocks making your legs jelly-like and loose.

you recognize this look in his eye; know that he is displeased in his inability to keep you plugged full of him. “su, baby. you fill me up so well.” you reach up to push his bangs back from his face, the long strands carrying over his shoulder and exposing the deep bruising you left on his neck.

lifting your leg, your husband bites gently on the back of your thigh and eases the ache with a gentle suck. he savors the way you whimper as a crescent shaped mark blooms on your skin. “i’ll make sure to get you pregnant, my love. it’s about time that nana and miko had another sibling, don’t you think?”

you chuckle, lifting a brow as he continues to worship your skin. “you’re very convincing, but i doubt you’ll be able to knock me up when i’m still on the pill.”

as if he didn’t hear you, you feel geto reposition your body in the bed, pressing you firmly into a mating press. you gasp, the room darkening as his hair encloses you both in a curtain of black. “well, that won’t do,” geto murmurs, looking down at the mess between your thighs and tapping the tip of his length against your entrance, “let me try again, yeah?”

MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

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mahgyu · 2 months

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Nanami is the kind who devours you while one of his hands is intertwined with yours in complete devotion.

His face is buried between your legs, Nanami's tongue wanders all over your dripping cleft, alternating between playing with your throbbing hole and suck your sensitive clit.

Your mind is completely disoriented, unable to even remember how many orgasms you've reached. But still, Nanami doesn't seem to be anywhere near stopping.

He has his eyes locked on you, not missing a single one of your expressions. His strong, thick fingers taking place inside your moist pussy, feeling how it squeezes them. Nanami loves how you react to him, how your body responds to his slightest touch.

Your faltering moans are so stimulating for Nanami, the way you grip his blonde locks, pushing Nanami's face closer to your pussy as another orgasm threatens to approach.

"That's right, sweetheart, give it all to me" he encourages, speaking greedily close to your little pussy. Nanami's cock is so hard it almost hurts, so desperate to plunge between your folds and feel your warmth enveloping him. But he still feels the need to finish savoring you, he needs to feel your juices making a complete mess on his face once again before fucking you immediately.

And when your body surrenders to the brink of the limit, Nanami intertwines his available hand with yours, just as he always does. For Nanami, this simple gesture shows how intimate this situation is, it shows how much Nanami values and appreciates being with you. You are the person he admires and loves the most in the world, and the simple act of holding your hand, regardless of the situation, is Nanami's subtle way of saying that he is entirely there for you.

So, when your orgasm hits you strongly and you're squeezing Nanami's hand as calling out for him, Nanami is savoring all of your liquid while he sweetly caresses your knuckles and thanking you with his hoarse and sensual voice for you being so good to him.

I feel things for this man and I can't contain myself ૮₍ •⤙•˶

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n-agiz · 7 months

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KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 12 [ NANAMI KENTO X AGE GAP ] cws age gap + corruption kink (sort of) + (mentions of) oral (f & m) + creampie ! MDNI

getting with someone younger than him was something nanami hadn't expected, but also couldn’t complain about.

there was something about you, a sort of innocence that came with being at a certain stage of your life where you were you still figuring everything out that made you almost endearing, the way you looked at him, how you allowed him to take care of you, making kento almost go mad. he loved how you trusted him, letting him lay you down on his bed and undress you, allowing him to decide the pace, how fast or how slow he wanted to go, even if deep down you were the one calling all the shots, your body language, how you reacted to his touch, being what made him decide what to do.

he would kiss down your body slowly, taking your pieces of clothing one by one until you were completely bare for him, that being when he would kneel down between your legs, licking up your pussy and tasting you, always letting out satisfied hums in the middle of it, getting up again when you had cum on his tongue and your slick was dripping down his chin. only then, when he was sure you were ready, would he fuck you — and you just loved how sure of himself he was, how kento clearly knew what he was doing, and how effortlessly it all seemed to be to him, how he could make you reach an orgasm at almost the snap of his fingers. every thrust, every kiss, every single touch was calculated to make you moan the loudest, scream his name the loudest. it fed into his ego, but you didn’t care, because even with that he still made you feel better than any guy your age ever had, and that was more than enough to keep you hooked, to keep you wanting more of him, never quite satisfied, and you knew the feeling was completely mutual, taking note of how he looked at you, how when he came down your throat after fucking your mouth or how when he filled you up with his seed after fucking you dumb he would look at you with a sort of adoration in his eyes that was impossible to fake, how they would glisten with love and desire before he was leaning down to kiss you one more time.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

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xazse · 6 months

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Hey, I have another idea for the jjk men hybrid. So I have been thinking, how about a shy and quiet bunny hybrid fem reader..? You can choose who it would be too. I believe it would be a fun time reading these with various different hybrid for the reader, as well as jjk characters, no? Also, it would be a fluff oneshot for this one ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

Notes: Hi I hope this is what you meant? different Hybird readers with different men? if you didn’t I think I over indulged. Sorry some of them may be repeated because I kept running out of ideas.

SEPARATE Pairings:Bunnygirl!FemReader, Kittygirl!FemReader, Beargirl!FemReader, Foxgirl!FemReader x nonjujutsu!Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami

Tags: no warnings just fluff! And also the Hybrids are you but with ears and a tail that’s all!

Gojo- and his Shy Bunnygirl!Hybrid

Ever since Gojo had met you in the home for animal hybrids he immediately brought out his black card. He wanted you and you specifically. Though you were sat in the corner looking dazed and bored his first thought was how he could probably transform you into a carbon happy messy just like him! It’s perfect! You’re perfect.

As soon as he brought you home you stood in the door way, swishing on your feet nervous, every move he made was met with a quick freeze of your body watching his every step.

It took a while to get you nice and comfortable but a few months later you’ve been allowing him to touch your ears! You’ll allow him to grab your head and push it towards his lap, while he rubs from the tip of your ear down to the base, it always makes you shiver. Satoru has a hard time reading you, if something displeases you, you don’t outright tell him he has to slowly get it out of you. He doesn’t mind though he thinks it’s cute!

The fluff of your tail when you walk is outright adorable, when you feel his stare on you, you’re so quick to turn away and walk backwards away from him and to your shared bedroom. Satoru has learned that you love being read to, you can read perfectly fine for a hybrid but theres something about you and him in bed while he reads and describes to you what’s happening in the book, you have the most content facial expression every time.

Geto- and his Kittygirl!Hybrid:

You are very well behaved with some exceptions and Geto loves that, you never resort to begging for his attention because he gives you plenty of it, you’re just a well behaved girl.

The place in which you love the most is resting on his back: no literally, Suguru has tried to get you to maybe cuddle with him but you continuously insist to slouch on his back, within a good 10 minutes of him rambling you’re snoring. And moving is just not an option, he feels your sharp nails dig into his back over and over when he adjusts his arm or maybe stretches a little, he’s stuck for a good hour or two.

Your purring drives Suguru to his end, it’s just way too cute. When your in his lap watching movies, if he starts to listen really hard he can hear the deep rumble in your chest before you start to vibrate softly, he moves to bring you closer and give you a small kiss on your cheek.

You love braiding Sugurus hair, the beautiful jet black never ceases to amaze your eyes, the length is well tamed and always well trimmed he never skips a day to take care of it. He’ll have you sat on his lap facing him while you braid the ends and he scratches behind your ears and rubs your tail.

Toji- and his Chubby!beargirl!Hybrid

Days spent with Toji are quite lazy, its mainly you lying on his chest while he watches boring boxing matches, youre so quick to flip your attention somewhere else, he has a hard time keeping you in one place: on his chest whilst he rubs your back , but nooo you see a butterfly on the patio and immediately want to inspect it.

Toji adores your body when you are lying on him, he prods and gropes as a sign of affection nothing more, especially when your chubby fingers are intertwined with his.

Toji can be a bit mean sometimes, especially when he deems something you did dumb, but never has he raised his voice at you. He thinks of it as a funny type of dumb, something that he can easily help you though so you don’t repeat the same mistake. And when you do get it correct with time he’ll rub your ears and praise you: of course he expects praise back for doing a good job of teaching you and you do give him the same energy.

You are laziest slacker ever, Toji takes on almost all the house work, he’d never in a million years think he’d be lifting you off the floor so he can finish vacuuming in that spot just to plop you right back down. You’re even lazy when it’s time to eat, he’s towering over you egging you to come sit at the table all he sees is a twitch of your ear, oh so you definitely heard him but make no attempt to move, he grabs your plush body and walks with you towards the kitchen.

Nanami- Foxgirl!Hybrid

Kento has a hard time controlling or even getting you to listen to a command, he finds you completely impossible. The sweet smile you provided him with through the process of getting you were just all lies and you sure are damn good at it.

Nanami has noticed how much you love the cold, it just makes as an excuse for you to constantly be under him, rubbing on his chest and neck, you don’t offer any room for him to move, glaring at him every time he tells you he has to use the bathroom and no you cannot follow him in there, that’s the little time of privacy he gets to relax and he won’t have it interrupted no matter how much you whine and cry at the door.

Nanami sometimes takes you to the office when he’s really busy and just doesn’t trust you to be alone and not destroy his house from the inside to the outside. So he trudges alone with you behind him: hearing the ding of the elevator and all eyes are on him, then are immediately on you. The office workers absolutely adore you, as soon as Nanami stalks off to go do some important things they’re on you, petting your hair and rubbing all over your ears. Cooing at just how sweet you are (you aren’t) the praise turns you into complete mush with a cute stretched out grin on your face as they shower you with love.

When you’re both done at the office and he hasn’t heard a single complaint about you: he’ll reward with you with some delicious street food; specifically your favorite. He can’t help but have a warm smile on his face as you attempt to coerce him into giving you a share of his food.

Your tail thumps his leg over and over in a sign of every lasting happiness, you lean over to press many kisses to his face because you love him so much.

#zsworks #fem reader #jjk x fem!reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #gojo x female reader #gojo x reader #geto x female reader #geto x reader #nanami x female reader #nanami x reader #toji x female reader #toji x reader #hybrid reader #jjk x hybrid reader #Jjkzsworks

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satorubi · 1 year

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 — ft. nanami kento

@ SYNOPSIS ! : romantic sex by the fire with nanami.

@ CONTENT WARNING ! : WC : 2.2K �� minors do not interact. soft dominant kento, submissive reader, fem! reader, blowjob, reverse cowgirl, squirting, use of profanity & pet names. <> happy holidays !! here’s this little piece for @hiraizens a white christmas collab <3 thank you for letting me participate in this event, it was so much fun to write for !!! i hope you enjoy — reblogs and interactions are always welcome !!

the living room was consumed with the faint crackling sounds of a warm fire and a mellow rhythm of your throat gawking around your husband's length. strangled groans left nanami’s lips as he watched you suck his cock in awe.

he usually despised decorating for the holidays— but you loved it, and who would he be without a happy wife? he prepared for a hard day of putting up the tree and hanging strings of lights all around your shared studio apartment, but it seems as if there’d be another reason behind his exhaustion. as of now, nanami could say that he might’ve just started a new holiday tradition.

“f-fuck, baby. keep going.” he placed his hands on either side of him and grasped at the couch resting beneath him. slouched and grinning, he adjusts his glasses and moves a hand up to the nape of your neck. as you tugged at his head with your mouth, nanami began to guide your head back and forth, allowing you to take more of him in.

“take all of me, sweetheart- yes. yes, just like that- use your tongue too,” he encourages, and you listen, just like the good little slut you were. you loved giving nanami head. not only did you gain an orgasm or two out of it, but seeing him fall completely apart at your touch was something you’d pay for.

you liked to start while he was still on soft; sucking him until he’s at his full potential. it all intrigued you, watching him grow and discover veins you never knew he had— it was captivating.

“god- yn, open up more f’ me. fit it all, beautiful. i know you can.”

his praises boosted your confidence by a lot, your throat gradually opening up to accept more of him inside of your mouth. this drove him straight into a wall. nanami was groaning and moaning as you slowly deepthroated as much of him as you could, your nose almost touching his shaven pelvis.

“i’m gonna’ cum- fuck! keep it there. keep it right there, darlin.’ breathe..nice and slow.”

nanami bites down onto his bottom lip as let’s out a disgruntled, “ssss’ fuuuck,” as he poured his seed down the tunnel of your throat. with the amount of cum he released and the warmth of it all, you gargled and choked around him— so much that a mixture of your spit and his cum began to pour from the corners of your mouth.

“can’t wait to treat that pussy well. i’ll fill you up nice and easy, gonna make you a mommy on christmas eve, would you like that?”

he pulls you away with a pop! and you take your position on the couch; legs spread and pussy available for his use. you were already wet from your act of oral service, so he could keep the need of preparation. he knew this, holding his thick cock in his hand and tapping it onto your cunt as a way of asking if you were ready.

“put it in, kento. need to feel you.”

nanami didn’t let you get another word in, aligning his cock with your opening. your face held a frustrated expression. you were ready— more than that if you were being honest, and nanami was teasing, per usual.

“patience is a virtue, my love.” his joke went in one ear and out of the other the minute your walls closed around him. nanami was practically being sucked in by you, and you were already a moaning mess.

“pussy’s so tight- just for me, too. i fit just right.” the thumb of your husband’s hand flicks at your clit, sending you into an overstimulating frenzy. every time you fucked nanami, you didn’t fail to notice how well he took care of your body. he knew every button to press, every spot to tap, and every itch to scratch. it never really took much time for you to reach the finish line.

“aah- kento, r-right there. you were made for me, baby. fuck me like you mean it, please.”

taking your words to heart, he picks up the pace. each thrust to your cunt feels like it could bruise you, but you wanted more. he was hitting it so hard now, his cock making you feel so, so full. nanami was paying attention to nothing else but you, his eyes giving you a sincere glare.

“yeah? that feel good, just like this? don’t stop talking, tell me how good my dick’s making this pussy feel,” he says. nanami was trying his best to not completely bottom out, but he had to come to the conclusion that that was just the effect you had on him. with your walls squeezing him like this and your hips trying their best to fuck him back, he knew wouldn’t be lasting very long.

“you make me feel s’ good, k-kento. i could watch you fuck me all night..” the innocent look on your face told the wrong story. you were hugging on him so tightly that nanami almost felt that he was beginning to lose himself.

“gonna’ make me cum, yn. you feel so good, baby.” he covers his comment with a sheer laugh, showing his pearly whites while still rupturing your insides.

“mmm’ i see you’re breaking your own rules tonight.” you reference nanami's ‘i don’t cum until you do’ lecture and it earns a couple chuckles from the man.

you must’ve sparked something deep within him, because without any reason, he pulls out of you and sits onto the couch. nanami pats his lap, cock still standing intimidatingly tall as precum leaks from the tip. “come, sit,” he ushers.

if there was one thing you loved more than decor, it would be riding nanami kento. just the thought of it alone made you squirm; the ability to fuck yourself, using him and slamming your ass down onto his thighs as hard as you wanted.

a wild ride, you’d say.

“not too fast. ease on it, little one.”

you decided to sit with your back facing his chest. this way, you had more freedom to move. without nanami’s hands guiding your hips, you were able to fuck him to his and your paradise.

“so b-big, kento,” you stumble, feeling nanami’s hands repeatedly slap your ass cheeks as you slowly begin to bounce on his lap. his cock was toying with your guts and you were feeding into it happily.

“you can take it though, right? cause you’re a good girl. you’d never waste an inch of me.” the schleching of your cunt proved just how wet you truly were. it was so easy for you to glide up and down his length, taking him in whole with all the strength you were given.

each pound was followed by a groan from nanami. you were hearing all types of swears and somehow, respectfully degrading words as your pussy absorbed his cock like no tomorrow.

with every bounce, it felt like you got tighter— and it was probably true. he just felt too good. he was digging in so deep, and at such a fast pace. for someone who preached for you to go slow in the beginning, this was very hypocritical.

“i’m your g-good girl, kento! fuck me, baby.. want you to cum inside me s-so bad.” your begging did nothing but get him all the more sexually frustrated. he was molding your walls to only fit him, to only be able to feel him and only him.

you could’ve sworn all hell had broken loose when he latched on to your arms and pulled them behind you. while intertwined, your pretty nails claw at his forearms as a support beam. he was yanking you down every time you came up and you were sure you were past the stage of cumming already.

your tummy was bubbling, but not with the familiar feeling you knew from before. this time, it was powerful— more than any orgasm you’d ever produced.

“fuuuck nanami! m’ cumming! m’ fucking cumming for you, baby!” your squeal and with another sharp thrust, you shut your eyes and braced yourself for the intense pressure to your stomach. all you heard next was small droplets staining both nanami’s lap and the wooden floor beneath you both. tears sat pretty at the brim of your eyes and you were sure the world around you was white.

“that’s it, pretty girl. let it all out, i’m here to clean it up. make all the messes you want, nothin’s gonna’ amount to the one i’m gonna’ make inside of you.”

his dirty talk felt more like a promise as he continued to fuck upward into you. each tap to your cervix had you crying out new profanities, making nanami’s eyes flicker in awe. although he couldn’t see your face, the man had enough memory to know exactly what you looked like when you were blissfully overstimulated.

face scrunched with your mouth held agape, whiny little noises your mouth incoherently let out, and sweat making your skin glisten with glee. most of the time, nanami didn’t even think you were on planet earth— too dazed and fucked out to dare open your pretty eyes.

“i hope this isn’t too much for you, sweetheart. don’t want my little bunny passing out on me. i haven’t even gotten the chance to fill you like i promised.”

by now you were barely able to keep your head up right. the arch in your back was in need of readjusting and your sighs had become heavy. it was only then when the poor man felt bad for you.

you were just so sleepy and weak, ready to be put in a warm bath to finish off the night, but you were determined— and when you were in that mindset, there was no pulling you out of it.

“can you make me cum, love? please- wanna’ give it to you so bad.”

his sweet words seemed to have worked. fixing your posture, you rested your back against his chest, both of your feet planted on either side of him as your legs are left spread. his cock was still inside of you, your eyes drawn to the pretty sight between your thighs.

nanami’s chin met the space between the side of your neck and your shoulder, peeking over to look at what’s got your undivided attention.

“well, would you look at that..so fucking beautiful.” nanami then sticks two fingers into his mouth, setting them up for your puffy clit. he reaches a hand down to rub at the bud while also resuming his hip thrusts. you had absolutely no choice but to keep your gaze right where it was.

you moaned watching his thick cock split you open within just a few movements. your cream was costing him more and more each time he disappeared inside of you, “o-oh my god! that feels s’good n-nanami. feel like i’m gonna’ cum again.”

he was turning your pussy into mush, his cock digging so deeply into your core he could leave an outline along your walls.

“i told you i’d clean up the mess. i just wanna’ make you feel good, yn. just let it happen.” even while fucking you messily, the man was still so gentle and attentive. his only drive of continuing being to get you to cum for the second time tonight.

and you too had that idea in mind.

“cum inside me, my love. it’s yours.. it’s only yours- please!” you beg and beg until you can’t anymore, using all of the strength you had left to bounce up and down on his cock again. this beside nanami’s praises had you feeling, yet again, ready to burst.

that same feeling from earlier had made its way right back to you— and nanami felt it too. “i’m so proud of you right now, baby. so, so proud. look, you’re doing it again- just for me,” he gasps. his words were all you needed to hear— your cunt erupting around him one last time.

nanami followed behind you, spilling his seed straight into your womb. he kept thrusting and thrusting, trying his best to fill you with as much as he possibly could. you were draining him and sucking in every last drop until he had nothing else to give you.

“take it all, baby. k-keep it in there for me,” he groans softly, giving you one last pound to the cervix. as nanami pulled out of your cunt, you were mesmerized by the beauty of your work. his cock looked like it’s been dipped in cream; your slick covering him from the base all the way to his tip as he softens down.

“i love you, baby. did so well for me.”

you couldn’t even send him words of affection back due to your eyes batting shut. the next thing you knew, you were sprawled on the sofa with a snoring nanami right beside you. by now you’ve been cleaned up, as well as the couch and floor. a new pair of christmas themed pj’s hid your figure— nanami wearing the same.

he really did clean up after himself.

deciding not to wake him, you simply get up from your spot and make your way toward the bedroom to finish what you’d started earlier — gift wrapping.

although the clock hadn’t touched midnight, you’d already seemed to have been given the wonderful gift of nanami kento, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

tags : @venusflytrapstar @kamikat @honeyxluv

#𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 #merry chrimuh #nanami x black!reader #nanami x female reader #nanami smut #nanami x y/n #nanami kento #jjk smut #jjk x poc!reader #— jjk <33

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lovelywetdreamer · 28 days

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"Sorry Mr. Kento, but we sadly have to let you go from the company" you say with a blank, stern tone. Nanami wasn't shocked at the least he was getting fired. He was just fuming with angry because you are the reason he is getting fired.

A boss is supposed to encourage their worker not distracted them by flashing their boobies every chance they get. Nanami has gotten too used to you teasing him. Pencil mini skirt that hugs your curve perfectly. You make sure to press your breasts against his back every time you point out a mistake he made to him on a document.

Of course, he makes mistakes when his jeans suddenly become tight from the thought of bending you over his desk and tearing your skirts into a million tiny pieces. Breasts are spilling themselves into his big hands. Tracing your round ass with his t-

"Mr. Kento. Mr.Kento! MR. KENTO!!"

Idiot Kento you haven't spoken once, you've just been standing with a blank expression on your face.

"Sorry for not speaking ma'am. Before I clean out my stuff, can you do me one simple favor? Please ma'am"

A moment later

"You are such a good whore for me." Nanami groans and nibbles into your ear while your eyes haven't return from the back of your head from his ruthless thrust. The main office is flooded with your moans and the mixture of hot sweaty skin slapping against one another. Nanami's heavy ball slapping against your ass, pussy being stretched to its limit, and your thick thighs on his broad shoulders.

"I'm going to fill you up with my seeds. You are going to be a good girl by keeping it inside you until you get back home. Got it?" Nanami order you with his eyes setting your body to flame. You couldn't form a sentence even if you try. You just nod your thoughtless head and waiting patiently to be filled with Nanami's thick, warm cum.

Your walls was once pink but now they are stain white. Nanami lick your thighs clean from some of cum dripping from your creamy cunt. You pull your panties up and hired Nanami. It would be bad for the company to let such a good employee go.

#nanami jjk #jjk #Nanami #jjk x female #jjk smut #Nanami smut #Nanami x female reader smut #jjk x female reader smut #Nanami x female reader

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imarealnugget · 3 months

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Nanami Kento, who...

Feat. Nanami Kento

TW. fluff, headcanons, Nanami Kento x nb reader

Words Count: 0.4k

Nanami Kento, who is known for his serious demeanor, surprises you with occasional café dates. Despite his preference for simplicity, he appreciates the calm atmosphere and the chance to enjoy a quiet conversation over a cup of coffee. The two bond over their favorite brews, and Nanami finds solace in these moments away from the chaos of jujutsu sorcery.

Nanami Kento, who has a knack for picking out thoughtful and practical gifts. He pays attention to subtle hints and surprises you with items that align with your interests or needs, showing that beneath the stoic exterior, he cares deeply for their well-being and happiness.

Nanami Kento, who loves spending his pastimes with you while reading together. Whether it's sharing passages from jujutsu scrolls or exploring literature unrelated to sorcery, the quiet companionship during these reading sessions strengthens your bond, creating a space for shared interests and intellectual connection.

Nanami Kento, who has mastered the art of comfortable silence with you. There's no pressure to fill every moment with words, and you find solace in each other's presence. Whether it's watching a sunset or simply enjoying each other's company, you revel in the tranquility of shared moments without the need for constant conversation.

Nanami Kento, who despite his busy schedule, i occasionally surprises you with a homemade dinner. He meticulously follows recipes, creating a delicious and heartwarming meal. The effort he puts into cooking reflects his commitment to nurturing the relationship and creating memorable experiences.

Nanami Kento, who allows himself to be a bit more relaxed, engaging in playful banter with you. His dry sense of humor emerges, and you share light-hearted moments that showcase a different, more carefree side of Nanami that few get to witness.

Nanami Kento, who (with you) shares a love for stargazing. Whether it's a quiet night on a rooftop or a spontaneous trip to the countryside, you find joy in observing the constellations together. Nanami, usually reserved, opens up during these moments, pointing out his favorite stars and constellations with a genuine sense of enthusiasm.

Nanami Kento, who ist typically associated with combat and strength, takes on a gentler quality in private. He has a knack for providing comforting gestures, whether it's a reassuring hand on the shoulder or a tender embrace during moments of vulnerability. These gestures speak volumes about the depth of his connection with you

Nanami Kento, who despite the demanding nature of his respective role as jujutsu sorcerer. You and him actively support each other's dreams and aspirations. You encourage personal growth and provide unwavering support, understanding the challenges each faces in your unique paths.

Nanami Kento, who is typically focused on the present moment, surprises himself by openly discussing future plans with you. You share dreams of a peaceful life beyond the constant battles against curses, envisioning a future filled with shared experiences, growth, and unwavering companionship.

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hellishattempt · 4 months

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𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐭 - false positive

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🢥 summary : celebrity!au jjk men and rumours swirling around your established relationship, wc 2.4k 🢥 series includes : choso, fushiguro toji, geto suguru, gojo satoru and nanami kento, part two of five 🢥 content : celebrity!au, female reader, mostly angst, some fluff, married, body dysphoria, pregnancy, photoshopping / body editing, miscarriage, sickness, blood, fake newspaper used, paps being an ass, lying, use of pet names, suggestive content if you squint so hard your eyes are almost closed, i hate winter so this is set in like summer, jasper simping for nanami the entire time, the ending is what it is, not proofread we die like robins /ref

. . . BEING MARRIED TO AN AUTHOR has its perks, especially when you're a reader yourself. you always got to read the first drafts, and the second, and the final drafts before anyone else, including your husband's editors. nanami claimed that if it wasn't good enough for his wife, then it wasn't good enough to be published. you always thought that was a bit extreme, but you loved his writings either way. however, sometimes it was hard to find the time to read the latest chapter he sent you, because your job drained you. you were an influencer, and had currently signed a promotional deal with koh gen do, a popular japanese makeup brand. recently, you were barely home, busy with photoshoots and videos for koh gen do, on top of the content you had to make yourself.

neither of you really liked the limelight, nanami especially. you were young and naive when you joined social media, rising quickly to popularity. it was something you enjoyed, and you still do enjoy it, but it felt more like a tiring obligation than an aspiring career. you blame the paparazzi, nanami blames societal expectations, although he's not the paparazzi's biggest fan either. throughout your dating, and going on six year marriage, you and nanami have had your fair share of scandals. this one had to take the cake, however.

you were out, doing one of the last rounds of photoshoots for your endorsement deal. nanami was home, trying to churn out the latest chapter on his to-do list. he wasn't very successful. the mostly blank document had two words on it: CHAPTER THIRTY in the fancy font you had selected to be chapter headers. any attempt to write after that failed. every paragraph had been written, rewritten and deleted. so the buzz of his phone was a welcomed distraction.

it was an article post from red sun times, a relatively newer newspaper company in japan. nanami preferred them because they were quieter, at least compared to japan newsline or tokyoto sistership news. but the article title cause a deep frown to wrinkle nanami's sculpted face.

. . . "IS NANAMI KENTO'S WIFE PREGNANT?" was in big bold print on your phone screen. you didn't see it right away, but your makeup artist did. she got your hairstylist's attention, who read it just before your phone shut off. they both began to pepper you with compliments.

"congratulations, nanami okaa-san!" aki, your makeup artist beamed. your eyes widened at the term. 'okaa-san' literally translated to 'mother' of which, you were not. she should've used 'oka-san', which meant wife literally, and ma'am respectfully. "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!"

"yes, congratulations! how did nanami-san respond?" your hairstylist added, smile wide on his face. "better yet, how did your families react? oh, i bet they were overjoyed."

you sat there confused, racking your brain over what the two were referring to. "wh-what? what are you talking about?"

they stared at you with blank faces, their excitement slowly fading into a confused expression that matched yours.

"y-your pregnancy," aki stuttered out, as though it was obvious.

"pregnancy? i'm... i'm not pregnant," you stated, getting out of your chair. "who told you i was pregnant?"

"we just saw the news flash on your phone," your hairstylist defended, gesturing to your phone. "there was an article from red sun times and the title read: is nanami kento's wife pregnant?"

"i'm not pregnant," you repeated, growing in frustration. the fucking nerve. "do i look pregnant?" you snapped, causing the pair to furiously shake their heads and protest the article. you scoffed, grabbing your phone and your bag, storming out of the dressing room. the directory of photography called after you as you exited the studio, but you paid no attention to him.

safe inside your car, you opened the article. you also had a slew of texts and missed calls from your husband, but you didn't have the patience for him right now. the article was crudely written, at best. red sun times had been losing subscribers and readers lately, and this seemed like a last ditch effort to get their subscriptions up again. it didn't make sense to you, however. neither you nor nanami were a-lister names in the celebrity world. nanami didn't even consider himself a celebrity. sure, you both had a hefty fan base, but it was nothing compared to some of the other celebrities of japan, like the model gojo satoru or the mma fighter fushiguro toji.

it didn't matter, anyways. it wasn't the words of the article that hurt. it was the pictures. all them were of you with nanami on your latest outing. your anniversary was coming up, and nanami always got really sweet around that time, taking you out on dates on the days leading up to your anniversary. your anniversary was in three days, and a couple of days ago, nanami had taken you to a strawberry farm where you each filled a bucket's worth of strawberries, that were then all eaten on the picnic following the farm. the picnic spot was the riverside where he had proposed about seven years ago. you had an amazing time, and fell a little bit more in love with your caring husband. his sensible attention to detail, his doting words, his thoughtful actions, all of it made the date, and your relationship, perfect. now this article and its malicious pictures tainted that saccharine memory.

. . . THE IMAGES HAD CLEARLY BEEN EDITED. that's what your logical brain was trying to scream at you, but your emotions weren't listening. a small bump had been added to your stomach in each photo, your hips had been wider, and in a couple, your breasts had even been adjusted, as though they were full with milk. you felt sick. it was so hard to tell the difference between what was edited and what wasn't. did you really look like that? did red sun times even have to adjust these photos? "you look so skinny, i couldn't even tell!" the words of your makeup artist bounced around your pounding head. if you were so skinny, why did she still assume you were pregnant?

you had tried so hard that day to look pretty for your husband, wearing his favorite yellow sundress of yours, with the sweetheart neckline and puffy sleeves. nanami always said he preferred your natural look, but you had still glossed your lips, tinted your cheeks a faint pink and dusted your nose with highlighter. you had tied your hair up with a soft yellow ribbon, curling the loose strands. you had checked your reflection at least fifteen times before deeming yourself fit for the day. you had looked good in the mirror, so why didn't you look like that in these photos?

tears threatened at your eyes, but you swallowed them with the lump in your throat. you were almost home now, and you were sure that nanami had seen the article. he loved the red sun times because they didn't do stupid stuff like this. guess they just lost another reader.

"darling?" nanami's voice rang out as you entered your home. he walked into your vision, looking worried. you hadn't answered your phone at all, hadn't even read any of his texts. "oh, koibito..." his voice softened as you raised your head to meet his gaze.

you look so despondent with your watery eyes, and sullen posture. you hadn't even removed your shoes before he had scooped you into his arms and you were sobbing into his shoulder. you don't know how long you stood there in the foyer of your home, everything silent except for your choked breathing. there was a dark blemish on his wool sweater now, but nanami waved it off when you tried to apologize.

he guided you to the living room, helping you sit on the grey sofa that you had bought together six years ago. nanami worked wordlessly as he removed your shoes and coat; he took your phone and bag, placing them on the stand by the front door. a high pitched whistle echoed from the kitchen, and moments later he returned with a cup of steaming sencha, your favorite kind of tea. you felt so pathetic, sitting there sniffling while your husband tended to you.

when he returned for the final time, nanami had changed into a black t-shirt, and sat on the leather ottoman opposite from you. his elbows rested on his knees as nanami watched you sip the tea he had made you. he didn't speak, but only because he couldn't find the right words.

nanami prided himself on his syntax and vocabulary. he was the type of person who always said the right thing at the right time, it's why being an author was the only career option he cared for. but here, you sat in a stifled silence. he knew he should say something, but what? what were you were supposed to say in a situation like this? you were clearly distressed, and it was nanami's role as your husband to offer you words of encouragement, but his tongue was dry.

if nanami was honest, he almost wanted there to be some truth to the article. you hadn't exactly been trying for kids, but you hadn't not been trying. kids was something you both knew you wanted, but you hadn't discussed it in further detail. reading further into the article and viewing the photos made it clear that it wasn't true, at all. nanami knew almost immediately that when you saw this, you were going to breakdown, and he would be there to pick you up. so he ordered your favorite ramen, made your favorite tea and held you in his arms until you had calmed down.

nanami knew that you would believe the edits, that you would see yourself like that. despite how much he praised your body, you hated it, and he hated that. anytime you made some side comment about your stomach or thighs, it almost started a fight. he loathed the way you saw yourself, and nothing he argued stuck with you.

in the last few months, however, nanami was starting to see some progress. you stared less in the mirror with your meticulous eyes, pinching flaps of your skin between your fingers. you began to buy less healthier foods, and stopped mentioning the stupid diet you had placed yourself on. you wore clothes that you specifically avoided unless you had nothing else to wear, because of the way they displayed your figure. he knew that this article had erased all of that progress.

"i'm sorry, nani" you croaked, curling your knees into your chest.

"shh, no, koibito," nanami disregarded your apology. "you don't ever have to apologize about your emotions, especially not to me." he moved from the ottoman to take the spot next to you, pulling your small frame into his. one hand held yours while the other stroked your hair amorously. "the article was cruel, and any person with a heart would be reacting the same as you. don't worry, i've already called their editor and he said he doesn't know why the piece was published when it wasn't supposed to. it's being removed as we speak."

your heart welled at his words. he was so patient and understanding. moments like these made you love nanami more. and it gave you the confidence to tell him the truth.

"kento," you began, pulling away from him slowly. you used his given name over your nickname, nani, for him. you only used it during fights or confessions. he immediately perked up. "i..." you sighed. words were always nanami's thing, not yours. "i'm not upset about the photos."

"oh?"

"okay, well, i am, but for a different reason than you think."

"and what reason is that, koibito?" his tone was emotionless, as if he hadn't decided how to respond yet.

"i know you think it's because i'm always stressing about my body and the way it looks, and you're worried because i haven't been fretting over how i look as much, right? well, that's because i was pregnant, and i decided i couldn't care about that when i had bigger concerns, like the tiny life in my stomach." it became harder to speak, your sentences broken by tears and sobs.

"...was?" nanami's voice cracked, and his misty eyes matched yours.

you nodded, "was. i... i had a miscarriage."

"w-when?"

"about a week ago. i was about a month and a half along."

"you mean that time you canceled girl's night because you were sick? you told me that it was just your period, and you sent me out to get you stuff from the store." nanami's brows furrowed.

"yeah, that's.. that's right." you took a breath to steady yourself. "there was just blood everywhere, and i was a wreck and i didn't have the courage to tell you. i know how badly you want kids of our own, and i just didn't want to hurt you."

"hurt me? baby, you were the one hurting, and i just played it off like it was normal. i feel terrible."

"you couldn't have known," you reassured him. "but that article, and those photos, it just tore me apart all over again. that's how i should look, that's how i want to look, but i lost that part of me, that part of us."

nanami didn't respond at first, just reached back out for you. you both sat there, quiet sniffles and crying the only sound in your home. he continued to comfort you, even though you felt like you should be offering him comfort. after all, nanami is learning that you were pregnant and now no longer pregnant all at once.

"koibito," he murmured after a while. "i want you to know that i love you no matter what. i don't care how you look or how you don't look. you're my wife, and i didn't marry you because of your body and figure. i married you because i fell in love with your laugh, your smile, your unpredictable personality, and all the other beautiful things about you. i'm always going to support you and love you. and if you want to be pregnant, then i'm happy to oblige."

you laughed despite your sadness, swatting at him playfully, which elicited a "what? i'm serious!" from nanami.

"shut up," you muttered, still chuckling. he smiled, happy to see that you were laughing along with him. nanami pressed a kiss to your temple, humming an "i love you" against your skin.

you snuggled deeper into him, craning your neck to meet his eyes. "i wanna be a mom, nani."

he wrapped both arms around you, meeting your gaze. "then a mom you shall be, my koibito."

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peachsayshi · 3 months

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ domestic diaries

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

ೃ⁀➷ notes: I saw this gif (top right image) & wrote a post about nanami getting turned on seeing his wife in an itty bitty tank, and I cannot get this out of my head. I need this man to **** ** until I'm ******* and ******. this is very self indulgent. forgive me lskjfd

ೃ⁀➷ tags: smut; masturbation; oral (f receiving); nipple play; p in v; rough sex; reader wears glasses

feb 3 - 8:31 pm

"look at how wet you are-" nanami exhales, a strand of gold kissing his forehead. the muscles of his strong stomach flexing when he unfastens the last button of his shirt. he pulls the fabric over his broad shoulders, taking in your hungry eyes roaming all over his body. rough hands instantly trail to the belt cinched around his waist. you whimper when he loosens the buckle, your fingers circle over your clit just a little faster as you watch him yank the leather band out from between the loops.

"n' you're hard..." you softly pant, licking your lips which only continues to exacerbate your husband’s madness to have you.

he palms over the prominent tent that's formed against his slacks, his length stiff from the sight of coming home to you earlier. you were innocently standing in the kitchen, wearing your black thigh high socks and a pair of shorts along with an itty bitty tank top that did nothing to cover you. midriff out, nipples prominent. your hair a mess, and your glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of your nose.

it was in that moment when the realization struck nanami. when he pondered when was the last time he taken you to bed. both of your schedules have been busy. neither of you have been in the mood for making love, too worn out from the stresses of every day life.

so, his reaction towards you shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. he just wished that he noted the dry spill that's hit your relationship a little bit earlier.

"hi, baby", you sweetly greeted with a smile, as he stood there dumfounded with admiration. "you're home late, I was worried you might miss dinner-"

nanami loosened his tie, swallowing the hard lump that formed in his throat as his skin scorched with heat. he can feel it prick the tips of his ears, singe the the highest parts of his prominent cheek bones, and burn it's way down his neck. he stalked towards you before you allowed yourself to get distracted, and circled his arms around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.

you were taken aback by the urgency, but you soon melted in his arms and found yourselves in the sanctuary of your bedroom.

nanami smiles - an angelic grin, full of reverie. you have to press your lips together to stop yourself from pathetically moaning at the gesture.

your husband doesn't make it easier by treating his exceptionally attractive self with such nonchalance. so completely clueless by the power he has over you.

he boldly stares at you, eyes falling to the peaks of your breasts, the tips furiously prominent against your tank top and begging for attention. he followed the path down the lower half your naked body, to the triangle between your legs where you were fingering yourself in anticipation. half your legs were still concealed by your thigh high socks, your glasses slowly falling down your nose.

he drops his shirt to the ground, bringing those fingers to push back that infuriating rogue strand of hair that carelessly fell. he cups your knees, his thumbs stroking your socks lovingly as he nestles himself between your legs. his jaw twitches when you spread your lips for him, your arousal strings of sweet sugar. nanami leans forward to peck you tenderly at the source of your desire, and the sound that travels out of your throat is so desperate he nearly cums on the spot.

"shit-" you curse, your hands moving to rest on your lower belly so nanami can touch you as he pleases.

he uses to fingers to spread the petals once again, before placing his tongue flat to broadly stroke up your slit. his eyes flutter close and the drawl of his hum is deep, sending a shiver up your belly. you bring one hand to the locks of his hair, massaging his scalp lightly as you keep the strands from falling over.

"haven't tasted you in a while, my love," nanami sighs. his hot, heavy breath fanning your cunt.

he dives in with no mercy, making your hips buck into his face while he fucks you with his mouth. he pays extra attention to your clit, sucking on the bud and flicking his tongue back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth...your fingers dig into his scalp, your upper body nearly off the mattress as you hold him close. when nanami slides two fingers in to stretch you out, your eyes simply vanish to the back of your head. you're so soaked by the time you orgasm, tremors shaking your clenched thighs that nearly squeezed your husband's head.

you taste yourself on your tongue when he kisses you. it's sloppy, wet. completely primal. nanami only stops to remove his slacks, rbefore eadjusting your position when he climbs on the bed.

"take your glasses off," he commands, and you oblige as you place them by your side.

he flips you over, lifting your hips and creating a lovely slope on your spine. his hands graze over the socks pinching the meat of your thighs, and he widens your stance before aligning the heavy tip of his cock to your entrance.

your words are reduced to vowels, and when your husband gradually pushes himself against your folds, you release a long cry as you grip onto the sheets for support.

"oh fuck,-" nanami purrs, before pulling back and rutting deep into you. "uh-you feel s'good, s'warm..."

"kento-" your whine out his name pornographically, which makes your husband thrust into you even harder, "kento, more...please, please, please-ah~"

your tank top rides up as your body rubs against the mattress, your sensitive nipples brushing over your cool bed sheets. he's usually so gentle when fucking you, calculative even - but not tonight. tonight, his movements are unrelenting. whenever that mushroom head hits your sweet spot it has you seeing a cluster of white stars in your eyes. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes all around you, with nanami's grunts following in harmony. he's rough when he holds your hips because he's unable to hold onto any self control, because you're sucking him in, and milking his cock.

you anticipate the soreness to come.

when you orgasm a second time, tears prick your eyes from relief - it's been so long since you've had your husband inside you that you forgot how pliable you become in the process. he's so close now too, his flow staggering as his hipsstutter, until he finally releases his full load inside you.

it takes you both a few minutes to gather yourself. you can feel your husband grow soft inside you. you turn around to face him when you finally detach. sitting upright on your knees as you circle your arms around your neck, and bring your face in front of his.

you moan into a kiss, his own hands cupping your breasts chastely, his thumbs swiping over your pebbled nipples.

he rubs his nose over yours, his lips finding your cheeks as he kisses you. "you okay, my love?" he asks, always the gentleman for checking in. "m'sorry if I was rough, I..." he sighs, stealing another kiss from your lips before whispering, "I didn't realize how long it's been..."

you sniffle, your body coming down from the rushed high. "m'okay, kento..." you dreamily reassure, your lips seeking his own for another kiss, "that felt so good..."

"yeah?" he smiles before nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and tracing that dangerous mouth down the curve of your neck. "felt good for me too, baby..."

you're like sand between his fingers, slipping through the cracks of lust and love. nanami leaves a trail of kisses down your collar bone, moving further until his lips circle over the tip of your breast.

you hiss when he sucks on it, using his hand to cup the weight. the sensation of his thumb makes you pulse between your legs, and you gaze down to watch him slowly pull away to release the bud. his eyes stay fixated on your chest, a small string of saliva connecting from your nipple to his bottom lip. he uses his thumb to wipe it away, stroking the hardened peak.

"want to keep going?" he speaks in a hushed tone, lifting his head up and resting his chin against your chest to gauge your mood.

"yeah," you sigh, wanting nothing more to ride along this intimate dance until your bodies can no longer keep up. "yeah, let's keep going..."

#nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x female reader #nanami kento smut #nanami smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami kento x you #jujutsu kaisen fan fiction

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missroki · 3 months

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JJK MEN BEING GIRLFRIEND STEALERS ┊ TOJI. NANAMI. GOJO. GETO.

content: female reader × multi jik, black girl friendly, cheating, piv sex, vaginal fingering, implied sex work, car sex, reader is called pretty, good girl, whore, darling, pretty girl, and baby.)

TOJI’s strong grip tightens around your thighs, his hands unbearably warm against your chilly skin. he lifts you languidly, easing his cock inside of you at an easy, smooth pace. he’s being… nice — gentle, even.

he hasn’t seen you in a while, after all. he figures you deserve something real sweet for coming back to him so eagerly. the ac of the car makes your skin pebble with goosebumps but you ignore it to accept your lover’s slow, succulent kisses.

“hey,” he murmurs, his hold loosening to press against your back, stopping his movements. “you alright, darlin’? i saw you shivering–“ your lips press back against his, your hands moving to the base of his neck and tugging on the dark black tresses. you need him to fuck you, to take your mind off the guilt you feel everytime you do this with him.

toji doesn’t protest, a gentle smirk you feel against your mouth. you ignore the way your heart seems to flutter at his concern, instead focusing on the heat of his cock inside of you, the burn in your thighs as you bounce faster on his lap.

“huh? so eager today. i bet your little boyfriend gives you all the sweetness you need, yeah? that why you want me to grab your hair and fuck you like a whore in his car?”

a large palm settles on the top of your head, pulling you in close. his hands feel so good, make your mind feel dizzy enough to almost ignore his words.

toji’s hand presses but never tangles in your hair, his other gripping your ass cheek to lift you easier on his lap. he is still gentle, not giving in to what you want. what you need. “toji…” you whine, almost embarrassed when he laughs against your hair.

“alright, pretty girl. you win. get in the back so we can leave him a big surprise, yeah?”

NANAMI kento is a good man. he is kind with a strong conviction, a pillar of what would be deemed the perfect partner in most of society’s book. you know that he would make you happy, make you feel safe and secure and loved. but it wasn’t enough. you couldn’t leave your boyfriend, not now. not ever... but what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

especially when kento fucks you this good, a mess of limbs in the sheets, muscles tense as you grip onto the edge of the mattress. hot, wet kisses are left on your neck and shoulders, intense and possessive as your braids hang off the edge of the bed. sweat causes your baby hairs to curl ever so slightly on your forehead.

every thought topples out of your mind when he gets like this, the smell of sex more intense than the candle you lit only a few minutes before his arrival. his cock plunges in and out of you at a record breaking pace, deep strokes that have you mewling against your arm – his thick length keeping you nice and full as his hips snap into your ass.

you reach behind you to caress his cheek, but your lover pins in back into place, fingers interlocked with yours.

“no, don’t move,” he grits out, “want to watch you take it like a good girl.”

you can’t help the whimper that leaves your mouth. it is a moment of weakness when the words rush from you. “fuck, kento i love you. i love you, baby. please please please!”

you can’t say you don’t feel guilty, but you’ve spent enough time with nanami kento to know he wouldn’t be too keen on being the other man. the way his hips falter and his arm moves to wrap around your waist is telling. he presses his face between your shoulder blades. “i love you too, sweetheart. missed you so much while you were gone.”

you had left to make your appearance as your boyfriend’s doting arm piece, having to leave the country to fulfill your duties. what nanami doesn’t know won’t hurt him either, and that includes the expensive engagement ring tucked in your clutch.

your face feels flushed, gaze lowering because you’re unable to meet the ravenous expression on his face. it’s way too intimate this way, GOJO is your best friend, after all. or, at least he was before all of this.

when he fucks you, it’s hard to remember where you begin and where he ends; sneaking around for months into empty rooms while your boyfriend sat in waiting only a few doors down.

it was always at these expensive dinner parties that he wanted to snatch you away, as if making a game of how fast he could make you cum and get you back before suspicions grew.

you’d only just started but his fingers fuck you with purpose, your dress pooling around your waist as he lifts your leg to wrap around his hips. you imagine that he feels the way you buck into his hand and grip his dress shirt with just enough pressure to not add wrinkles. “satoru,” you moan, as quietly as you can, “w-what if he comes in here? what if he sees us–“

“let him,” he muses, lifting the hand on your thigh so that it grips your chin. he presses closer to keep you in place and you feel his fingers move deeper inside your tight hole, “might as well get it over with. i can call him now if you like?”

you feel a surge of panic, thinking it best to push your lover away and go back to the party… but the heat in your belly is much more convincing. your eyes flutter as they stare into a brilliant shade of blue. “you’re awful,” you respond, breathy and docile against his touch.

it’s confusing. gojo fucks you like he loves you, like he desires you because it’s you. his fingers are long and unrelenting, the evidence of your arousal drips onto his palm as his thumb rubs your clit in hurried strokes. “you like it, that’s why you’re gonna cum for me, right? make a mess in his study?” he seems positively elated at this revelation while you pretend not to enjoy it as well.

“cum nice and hard for me, baby. want you to feel good with just my fingers.”

to muffle your moans, you press your mouth into his crisp white dress shirt. you realize all too late that your red lipstick will stain the fabric… but the idea of you leaving him in your marks, sends you over the edge, your tongue pressing against his shoulder and your legs shaking.

you smile at the sound of his belt unbuckling.

GETO moves in a mindless sort of way, his cock throbbing hotly inside of you with every shudder of breath you let out. he doesn’t move, just plugs you full of him while his fingers rub your clit in slow, steady strokes. “just relax, baby.” he had said. “i’ll make you feel better than he ever could.”

it wasn’t a bluff, either. even with his cock simply nestled inside of you, the feeling of his fingers is better than anything you’d experienced with your boyfriend. sparks shoot down your legs and back up to your chest. your legs are spread so wide that if anyone were to come in they’d be able to see every dip and curve of your nakedness.

you whimper as his other hand comes up to pinch your nipples, sucking on the skin of your neck with the same gentle but firm touch. you can’t help but melt into his lap, to helplessly gush all over his cock and reach back to tangle your hands into his soft dark hair.

“you smell good,” he murmurs against your skin, “so sweet. like candy.”

“it’s coconut.” you respond, your mind hazy enough to be so loose-lipped. “my boyfriend chose it.”

geto chuckles, pinching your nipple just a little bit harder as punishment. “talking about another man while i’m inside of you. have you no shame?” you know he doesn’t care, that it turns him on even more when he twitches inside of your heat.

the teasing makes you preen. “he likes it when i fuck you, says it makes me nice and wet for him.”

“huh. is that so?” you nod.

geto suddenly lifts you and a gasp leaves your lips, the feeling of him moving feels foreign after cockwarming for so long. he grips your thighs now, lifting you up and down on his length in deep, slow strokes. “guess i should give you your money’s worth then. make sure i plug you full so he can taste me later.”

MISSROKI. all original work. do not plagiarize, translate, or repost. this includes feeding my work to ai apps and sites.

#‧₊˚ 🖇️ ۫ ⭒ — sorin writes.#gojo x reader #toji x reader #nanami x reader #geto x reader #gojo x female reader #toji x female reader #nanami x female reader #geto x female reader #gojo smut #toji smut #nanami smut #geto smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jjk headcanons

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mahgyu · 2 months

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Thinking about Nanami, who always warned her not to be upset if he didn't cry during their wedding ceremony.

Yes, it's obvious that he loves her more than anything in the world. He would face anyone to keep her safe above all else, but Nanami doesn't consider herself the type to express her emotions through the crying, whether they are good or bad.

So, as the wedding date approaches, Nanami begins to prevent any possible disappointment, trying to reassure her that, even if he doesn't cry at their wedding, he will be more than happy and fulfilled with the occasion. You clearly wouldn't expect anything like that from him, but Nanami started to fear that you might find him a bit rude for not getting emotional during the most important day of your lives. But, you and Nanami have been together long enough for you to know every aspect of him, knowing him from the first strand of hair to the last toe. You would never find him rude for dealing with his emotions in his own way.

However, we truly only know how to deal with situations when they are happening before our eyes. Holding the wedding ceremony on the beach was of both decision, just for close family and friends. Nanami stood beneath the altar, trying to cope with the growing anxiety as he heard the wedding march begin to play. In the distance, you appeared, resembling a princess from a fairy tale, the one and only and exclusive princess of Kento Nanami.

Time stood still, the entire journey of you two together flashed through Nanami's mind. He never believed he would live this, always dedicating his life solely to work and refraining from relationships. He doesn't even dare to think what would become of him if you had never accidentally bumped into him at the bakery Nanami frequented. The icing from your cake that ended up staining Nanami's suit also marked the beginning of your conjugal life.

All Nanami had in mind now was to build a family with you, to move to a peaceful environment in a big enough house to comfortably accommodate all the children he dreams of having, to come home from work and be greeted by the people he loves most and lives for. And as he grows older, to carefully enjoy what remains of life alongside the family he built, next to the woman he loved the most and with whom he could share every dream fulfilled.

And after all, Nanami was mistaken, tears trickled slowly down his face, clouding your smiling image that was coming towards him.

When you joined him at the altar, with the sunset kissing your face, your eyes shining with tears that also flooded them, and your smile that would be able to bring Nanami back to life, Kento could swear that this would be the image that he would carry with him forever and ever.

"I thought you said you wouldn't cry," you break the silence jokingly while holding one of Nanami's slightly trembling hands and, with your other hand, wiping the glistening drops off the man's cheeks. "You can't blame me for loving too much," he responds, smiling genuinely, while briefly kissing your forehead.

The truth is Gojo would be sitting in the front row, crying even louder and more dramatically than the bride and groom themselves while blowing his nose with a handkerchief ( ˃ ᵕ ˂ )

Let me know what you think of it. Comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

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thelovelyruin · 6 months

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10 𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 𝖔𝖗𝖗 𝖘𝖙𝖗𝖊𝖊𝖙.

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

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

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

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 3.1k

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

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

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kento, I-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You don’t mean that.”

“I do. It’s the only way-”

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

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

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

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

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

“But, baby, I, just please…”

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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

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

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

“Fuck you.”

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

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

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

“What the fuck are you doing?”

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

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

“No, you’re going on a rampage!”

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

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

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

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

“The fuck are you doing?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

…I don't want to ever leave.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ken, I can’t…”

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

How could I ever live in another?

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

“Kento…”

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please, just fuck me already!”

“If you insist, dear.”

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

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

“Fuck you.”

“Trust me I am.”

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

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

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

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

This is where I want to be.

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

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

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

You know that I don't want to go.

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xazse · 3 months

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Heyyy, I'm absolutely in love with all your writing! I read it all in one night😭 Do you think you could for more foxgirl fem reader stuff? The prompt is completely up to you, I don't want to take away from your creativity, but some smut would be greatly appreciated. . .💖

NANAMI X FOXGIRL!READER

Notes: I wasn’t sure which character you wanted so i decided to go with Nanami since that’s where the prompt came from. Btw don’t be afraid to tell me a specific prompt you have in mind, I’m not that creative when it comes to these things so I rely a lot on my followers, so don’t be afraid! Im so happy you read my stuff in one night! It makes me feel good abt writing for you guys <333

Pairings: NANAMI x foxgirl!Reader

Tags: Smut, NASTY!!, hybrid!reader, mating press, mean but soft Kento (kinda), NOT PROOFREAD!

It’s hot, too hot in fact, Kento’s body feels like it’s rising in temperature every few minutes, his dreams feel so vivid and real, a wet hot something is mouthing at his cock, but the fuzz is in his brain won’t allow him to think rationally and clearly. Kento stills before he’s sitting up quickly and ripping the cover off his lower body.

He sees your ears before anything, laid back and relaxed, you don’t even seem to care that you’ve woken him up, not when your tongue is licking him through his underwear, you’ve woken him up and now you’re attempting to tease him? You do look content, eyes fluttered shut and humming around him lowly.

Nanami grabs you by your neck and lifts you up to prop you on his lap, of course you whine and attempt to pry his hand away: it really doesn’t even hurt you’re just so over dramatic: a drama queen as Satoru puts it.

Kento grabs the bridge of his nose in irritation before speaking up, “Can I ask what you’re doing at-“ he looks at the clock on the bedside table, 4:00.

You don’t say anything but of course you pick up the hint when his head turns to the time. Being the mischievous thing you are, you begin licking at his neck, cute white tipped tail swaying back and forth behind you. A deep exhale leaves his lips whilst making no attempt to move or stop you.

You fix your body on top of him, pressing your greedy cunt over his half hard cock, hissing at the good pressure your clit received. He’s already declared when he had been woken up that he won’t help you get off at all, no matter how much you release those cute yelps in desperation.

Your hips begin to move forward and back, his clothed cock slipping in between your folds, your panties are quite bothersome but he won’t tell you to remove them either.

“Mmm..” “Ken-“ you whimpered, coaxing him to help you: it’s started now, you’ll call his name over and over until you get your way, but he’s having none of it.

“Keep going” he attempts to sound void of emotions but the grunt he lets out almost gives him away, you don’t stop grinding your pussy against him. He leans you back a bit to lift up your shirt, your nipples begging him to attend to their needs.

A hot mouth wraps around one of them and sucks, sucks so hard it has you gripping his hair, it doesn’t bother him it just adds on to the stimulation, the combo of you still bouncing against his cock.

You finally get the memo to tug your panties to the side with your free hand, and in the process pulls his cock and balls free, he hissed behind clenched teeth at the rush of cold air against it.

Kento is too big for you to take in all the way, your poor cunt just can’t handle all of him: the first time he attempted it, you could both barely breathe with the amount of times you came just from slipping in a inch every so often.

You line up his fat tip with your pussy, making sure to rub his cock against your clit a few times.

“Ngh…” the sounds coming from your throat as you slowly lower yourself down become louder with each push past his tip.

Finally are you halfway do you stop fully.

“F..uck.. mmmnn..” Nanami groans around your nipple.

His cock fills you up so good, already pressing on that sweet spot, your thighs ache from the position but that doesn’t stop your naughty body from slowly fucking yourself on him, it’s not long till he’s had enough and breaks his vow by flipping you on your back and placing your legs on his shoulders, inching closer to you he has you in a mean, mating press. He wastes no time in pulling all the way and slamming right back into you. Your mewls fill the room rather quickly, the way his cock drags against your walls has you clenching around him nonstop.

“Mhnn, Kent- Kento” you gasp out, he doesn’t acknowledge the desperate look on your face, already so close to cumming, the sounds of his grunting makes you so much more wetter. A thick hand moves itself to your tail and pinches it over and over, and the noise you let out is pornographic, straight out of a film, you’re so sensitive there.

Your clit is throbbing so bad, needy bud needing to be rubbed, you shakily move your fingers to said clit and begin moving side to side, your fingers glide across so easy due to just how wet you are, Nanami hasn’t stopped pinching the end of your nail, everything feels so good: a cock slamming into you nonstop, your fingers on your clit, and added stimulation on your tail. Your body convulses while Kento holds you still: still fucking into you, electric pulses are sent throughout your whole body, you tighten around him and finally cum, cumming with a loud scream that it’s sure to disturb the neighbors.

That doesn’t mean Kento is done when you slump and attempt to catch your breath, he sits himself up on his knees giving you a moment, not that it can be called that, pushing one of your legs towards you, he begins his pace again, you can hear better now, the room is filled with your annoying babbling and the sounds of his pelvis meeting your ass. His balls are so heavy, needing immediately to fill you up, maybe even push you over the edge one more time but he wants to extend this as long as possible, you being able to do nothing but take your impending orgasms nonstop.

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svgvru · 7 months

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✮ THINKING ABOUT NANAMI AND HIS BLACK WIFE! nanami's wife takes no shit from anyone— him included. and per usual, he's been overworking himself, coming home late, missing scheduled couple time, and even not coming home. of course, friends of yours suggested you dump him, because it sounds like he's cheating. which, if you didn't know about his profession— you'd likely think the name. you weren't exactly mad at him— but you were anxious. your husband is going out to fight curses with the chance that he may not come back, he may not be able to taste test your food, and cuddle. and of course, him coming home tired as hell with bandages didn't help.

you, nanami's wife who decides to pretend she's mad at him. he'd do anything to appease your anger, your anger being added on top of the excruciatingly annoying gojo and curses— was not something he needed. he'd pay for a new braided style, he massages your scalp if you needed. he'd buy you chocolate covered strawberries with apologies. he'd try to make the homemade beignets you showed him! he'd take you to get a pair of fresh new acrylics that looked so pretty on your hands.

those same acrylics that scratch down his back when he fucks you. your fresh braids have fallen around your head in a crown, your nails caused red bumps to appear on his muscular back. nanami would sit up, taking one of your hands from his shoulders to press a kiss to each finger— an "im sorry" with each kiss. he'd worship you like a goddess, kissing every inch of your skin, sliding his rough and calloused hands along your sides. he'd love on you so hard come to find out you've already forgiven him. although you seen a bit upset. "you could've let me put my bonnet on," you glare at him, gently patting your sore scalp. "i apologize, madam." nanami chuckle and gives you another kiss. you made him stay home for at least a few days to make up on the missed sex.

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LIKE A LOLLIPOP — FT. FUSHIGURO TOJI, NANAMI KENTO & GETO SUGURU

εїз summary — jjk men & what they like during a bj.

— εїз content warning — f! reader, blowjobs, praise kink, overstim, toji biting kink sorta??? use of pet names.

εїз notes — im so so sorry if this is all over the place, i had to give y’all a little something before getting swamped with homework :(( college is kicking my ass. i hope u all enjoy— and remember, reblogs & interactions are always appreciated !!!!

GETO SUGURU who likes it slow; your tongue moved smoothly from the base to the tip of him, making him throw his head back in pure bliss.

“aah—fuuuck, y/n,” he moans, resting his forearms on his forehead with his mouth held agape. at the beginning of your relationship, he used to be shameful of his loud pleads and whines, but sometimes he just couldn’t help it. your mouth felt too good, he could almost bust from the sounds of your slurping and sucking alone.

“shit, feel like m’ gonna’ cum, baby.” you pluck him from your mouth with a pop! sound before giggling and flashing an enthusiastic smile. he didn't believe there was anything else you could do to surprise him, but watching you get so giddy about sucking him up made him lose it.

“c’mon, geto. i wan’ it,” you say, slapping the tip onto your swollen lips repeatedly to get a reaction out of him. “don’t you wanna’ see me swallow every drop? c’mon n’ cum for me,” with a pout, you grab his cock quickly in your hand, jerking him rapidly. your name was being strainedly chanted from his lips as you watched his chest heave up and down as the volcano in his tummy erupted.

“gonna’ fuckin’ marry you,” he sighs, mind still clouded.

FUSHIGURO TOJI who surprisingly likes it when you use your teeth every once in a while. this all started during a heated quickie; due to a time crunch, you weren’t exactly being too mindful with your mouth. before he knew it, he felt strangely satisfied as he watched your pearly whites brush across the tender region of his tip by accident.

“ah—“ he hissed, forcing your head to rise in worry. you looked for a panicked look on his face but to your surprise you could only see him smirking down at you.

“do that again,” he utters.

“o-okay.”

you lowered your mouth back onto him and sucked some more, every now and then making your teeth graze the skin. it seemed as if the intensity of it all made toji reach his high faster.

“fuck— fuck yeah. keep goin’ m’ gonna’ cum,” he says, starting to push and fuck into your mouth as you sputtered and drooled all around him. you made sure to look into his eyes while willingly letting him have his way with you.

“love this fuckin’ mouth,” he grunts. with a few more thrusts, you could feel toji’s warmth spurt down your throat, the man’s moaning and hissing starting a pool between your legs. he eventually pulled out of your mouth leaving a suckle sound to escape your lips.

“tastes so good,” you moan, licking the sides of your mouth, “want some more.”

“don’t tempt me.”

NANAMI KENTO who loves when you keep going, even after he’s already cum.

“felt s’good, darling. always does,” he extols. spit and nanami’s mess painted your lips as you desperately tried to squeeze another one out of him, yet you still looked so stunning.

“gonna’ cum again? please, kento. i know you want to.”

as you licked and teased at his head, the hands that had earlier been on his stomach were now holding the armrests. every tiny suck sent a thrill through his already sensitive, swelling tip. nanami could feel his stomach begin to churn like it did a few moments ago, the overstimulation of your mouth on him felt almost too powerful for him to handle.

“fuck, fuck, fuck, y/n— m’ cumming. m’ cumming for you, my love— shit,” he whimpers, babbling and whispering sweet praises under his breath. you could almost laugh at how flustered he’d gotten; cheeks a light pink, nails clawing at the fabric of the furniture, and a pretty cock that still thumped in your grasp.

“i..love you.”

you giggle, “i know.”

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