#nanami stuff ᝰ.ᐟ

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ~1.8k | note ;; first post on the new acc, not proof read | warnings/tags: kinda ooc, porn with some (?) plot, spit kink, rough sex, very mild dub con (nanami is rather forceful but reader is okay with it), public teasing, degrading, etc.

kento is a patient man⁠—there's no doubting that. he'll wait on you for hours while in the clothing shops you like, all filled with pretty, frilly things that catch your eye. he has no issue with it either. in fact, it wasn't even boring for him either because he gets to watch your eyes light up at every cute thing you find. his patience didn't wear in really any aspect of his life. even when you'd tease him in bed, the patience didn't wear.

"do you want my panties off?" you'd ask. he'd swallow subtly and nod, eyes shifting from yours down to your fingers teasing the stretchy band of your panties. "hmm..." you'd hum, trying to keep the subtle smirk off your face, "i think you should ask nicely, ken." your eyes practically screamed "fuck me".

he'd chuckle lowly and say, "tsk, tsk, tsk. my little wife is a tease, is she?" the smirk couldn't keep itself off your face for long because of his words. you'd slide your fingers under your panties just a little more, teasing him a bit. "please, will you take off your panties, my love?" he'd ask, patient as ever. and, of course, you'd give in.

but tonight was different. you'd been teasing him literally all day. a dinner with gojo and his wife was anticipated to go smoothly, he thought the night before. but before dinner even came around, you'd been a little tease. the only issue is that he wanted to keep his life-long streak of never being late to things, even if gojo was destined to be late per usual.

"ken, baby?" you'd called, coming into the living room as you were trying to get ready quick. he turned to look at you only to witness a sight that had him secretly trying to get his boner down for ten minutes after you retreated to the bedroom. only clad in a tank top, a pair of panties, and a pair of plain socks while having your head tilted slightly as you put in an earring.

"i⁠—yes, my love?" he said, trying to ignore the feeling of his pants sudden tightness. "have you seen the new pair of heels i got? they aren't in the closet," you explained. it had been on purpose that you were showing off so much skin, and he knew it, but he ultimately decided to not play into it right then. "er... no. maybe check in top of the closet, if you haven't already." you let out a soft hum and nodded, turning around, and smiling to yourself as you walk back to the bedroom.

the night went on like this; you teasing constantly and him not being able to do anything about it for... well, various coincidental reasons. at the restaurant, you and nanami sat next to each other as you read the menu while waiting for gojo and his wife to show up. "ooo. they have vanilla mousse," you commented, eyes fixated on the menu. under the table, you rubbed your heel against his shin, acting completely oblivious. "honey, i love you, but i really don't wanna have a boner in front of-"

"the strongest has ariiiiiived!" gojo's overly-enthusiastic voice cut nanami off, making him sigh. "gojo," he addressed, giving a respectful nod at gojo's wife. "late per usual, hm?" your well-dressed husband said to the white-haired man. gojo sat down on the other side of the table, chuckled, and leaned back in the booth rather casually in spite of the high-class environment, "old habits die hard."

the night went on and your touchiness increased slowly but surely. a hand on his thigh that was was too close to his cock for comfort, you moving it off before he can give you a scolding look, 'unconsciously' biting your lip. by dessert, he was fully tenting his pants, leg bouncing unusually. "could i get the vanilla mousse?" you asked the waiter as they came around, asking about dessert. the waiter enthusiastically smiled and tucked their pen into their apron pocket. "coming right out."

the desserts arrived after a bit. nanami got a slice of cheesecake, you got vanilla mousse, and you couldn't even remember what the other two had gotten. the point of the mousse was more for the spoon, another way you'd practically torture nanami before the night ended.

with a small spoonful of the sugary treat, you slid the spoon into your mouth, tongue sliding over the cool metal as you looked at nanami. his jaw tightened and that's exactly how you knew you were in for it. "ken, is your cake good?" you asked before taking another spoonful into your mouth, repeating the previous action.

"it is," he said, his voice strained, "but i'm gonna get us a to-go box. i've found myself getting tired earlier than expected it seems." quickly saying goodbye to gojo and his consort, you and your husband head out.

the car ride home was nerve-racking, and the air was thick with anticipation. you'd never seen this side of nanami. he was clearly restraining himself; muscles tense, fist clenched, not looking at you. he hadn't said anything the entire ride⁠—even when he opened the door and buckled you in⁠—until the last few minutes.

"your behavior tonight was unacceptable. i'm not a cruel man, but unfortunately this requires a consequence. as soon as you're inside, i want you on the couch, dress off⁠—keep your heels and panties on, ass up. do you understand?"

and that brings us to now.

his hips slap against your ass nastily, dress pants hanging low on his waist. your hair is disheveled and wrapped around his fist. "i cannot believe you. never in my life have you acted so out of order. teased me all day⁠—fuck⁠—and thought you could get away with it? huh? no, no. i know my wife, baby," he said gruffly, grunting between words.

you whine into the fabric of the couch, biting on your knuckle to stifle your moans that you almost choke on. his cock is so girthy and long, heavy balls slapping against your cunt. your back arches so much from the pleasure that your upper body is pressed firmly against the cushion. kento's free hand slaps your ass. hard. your teeth sink further into your knuckle, hole clenching around him like a vice.

"and guess what? you aren't gonna cum either, not for awhile tonight, baby. teasing brats don't get to cum 'til they've learned their lesson," he pants.

feeling your walls beginning to squeeze and throb around him, despite desperately wanting to cum inside your warm cunt, he pulls out before you can finish. looking down at your hole when he pulls out, he sees it clench around nothing. "needy little cunt. turn around, and look at me."

you hesitate and he pulls your hair, forcing you to turn your head and look back. "open your mouth." you do, of course, not hesitating this time. he leans forward and lets a glob of saliva drip into your waiting mouth. "swallow," he says lowly. watching you obey, a small smirk appears on his lips.

"now, you're going to really make up for all the teasing. you understand?" you nod wordlessly, waiting for his command. "turn your whole body. i want your face leveled with my cock, eyes only focused on it." the only reason this was particularly an issue is because kento's cock is so fucking big. you barely sucked him off because it was always too hard to fit more than a fourth of his length in your tight, warm mouth.

"'nami..." you whine.

"hush."

you turn your body so you're facing his cock, legs tucked under you while you're on the couch still. his thick, meaty length is right in front of your face, no more than an inch from the tip of your nose. the blonde, neatly trimmed hair on his cock trailed up to his bellybutton, something you found incredibly hot. you could smell yourself on his cock still, making you blush a bit. "yer gonna take it this time. you teased all day, so my cock is gonna be buried down that throat. we'll train it to take the whole thing, isn't that right, baby?"

you nodded nervously and swallowed.

"words. you have 'em, use 'em."

keeping your eyes locked on his thick shaft, you said, "y-yes, sir. i'm gonna take it."

he hums in response, taping your cheek with his hand as a signal to open up. opening up obediently, nanami wastes no time guiding his cock into your mouth, sliding past your lips without letting you warm up. your cheeks bulge, eyes immediately watering as he guides as much as you usually take into your throat. a low grown escapes his lips and he mutters a quiet, "jesus, fuck."

after letting his cock sit in your throat for just a minute, his eyes admiring your teary-eyed gaze. his eyebrows furrow as he starts thrusting, letting out a heavy breath. your throat tightens instinctively around his cock and suddenly his control snaps.

he can't help it at this point, he's fucking your throat with unleashed fervor. the saliva dripping from your mouth sticks to his cock and creates strings of spit every time he pulls back. "f-fuck, my pretty little wife reduced to nothing but a cockdrunk slut, hm." you adjust your leg so that the ball of your foot is pressed right against your pussy, allowing you to get some friction and some sort of pleasure.

you hum around his cock, but it comes out like a whine. his hand moves to your hair, pulling on it harder than he means. it doesn't take long for him to start forcing his entire length down your throat, toned hips meeting your nose. tears streamed down your face from your gag reflex, but it only turned him on more.

"gonna cum down yer throat, 'n' yer gonna swallow."

his heavy, full balls slap against your chin, his teeth gritting as he feels them draw up. "c-christ," he grunts, abs tensing. his orgasm comes as your throat suddenly tightens unexpectedly, sending him straight into orgasm. he holds your head against his pelvis, face smushed. hot, thick spurts of cum fill your mouth, and there's so much of it that it starts spilling out your mouth. he thrusts gently a few more times until you pat his thigh urgently, telling him to pull out. Nanami wanted to punish you of course, but not truly hurt you. he slowly pulled his cock out of your mouth, watching as you coughed up some of the seed he'd just left in your throat.

"are you alright?" he asks.

you nod, looking up at him with saliva and his seed smeared around your mouth, effectively marking you.

"good, cause we aren't done."

[sexlapis]

ᝰ.ᐟ i know how much it matters to you.

── .✦ nanami kento x reader

sfw, drabbles, gender neutral!reader, daddy-esque nanami, soft nanami, petnames

⤷ it’s the little things nanami does for you that makes your heart melt…

a/n: if you have a dad just scroll (joke).

masterlist

*

BUTTONS

“Thank you for having us, Mrs Nanami.”

You and Nanami make your way to the door, preparing to leave.

Nanami’s mother had invited you both to a Sunday roast, diligently cooking everything for all three of you. You thanked her highly for her efforts, so much so that she had to force you to sit down and eat.

“Oh! It’s no bother, dear!” She smiles at you warmly, walking you and Nanami to the door. “I love to have my favourite people over.”

Nanami takes your coat of its rack, holding it open for you. “Here.”

“Oh!” You put your arms through the sleeves, feeling your face heat up. Nanami adjusts the coat over your shoulders. “Thanks.”

He then proceeds to crouch down a little and button up your coat, bottom to top. When finished, he smooths out the collar of your coat, tidying up the unruly folds and creases.

Your heart jumps, almost embarrassed by his nurturing actions. “Kento…”

“Hm?”

Mrs Nanami coos. “I knew I raised a gentleman.”

-

HAIR

“How does that feel?”

“Hmmm…it feels good…”

You sit in the bath, legs splayed out as Nanami sits on a stool beside the bathtub, massaging the foamy shampoo into your scalp and effectively cleaning your hair.

He chuckles at the blissed out expression on your face.

“What’re you laughing at?” You ask drowsily, eyes half-lidded from his soothing movements.

“Nothing, nothing.”

Nanami’s eyes twinkle as he smiles down at you, irises of umber and gold illuminated by the setting sun curling in from the bathroom window.

“Alright, tilt your head back for me.”

You do so, and he picks up a plastic tub of a now empty food container, scoops up some water from the bath and pours it over your head, washing away all off the foam. He runs his hand over your head, making sure no shampoo gets onto your face or in your eyes.

“There.” He says, admiring your now shining, sweet-scented hair. Your face is now splattered with droplets and your nose is red. Nanami kisses your cheek. “Good as new.”

-

ROADS

On a very rare weekday off, Nanami decides to take you to the Christmas market. Because it is a weekday, specifically Monday, it is quieter and far less busy than usual, near completely desolate. It makes going from stall to stall, sipping on freshly made, rich hot chocolate, admiring carefully handcrafted wooden sculptures, and observing pigmented paints all the more enjoyable.

“Ooo, Nanami!” You exclaim and point across the street. “That’s the new café I was telling you about! Remember, the one with the pastries and stuff?”

“Oh, right, I remember.” Nanami walks to the edge of the sidewalk, you following along and preparing to cross the street. “Let’s go and take a look.”

Nanami sticks his hand out for you to take while looking both ways on the street.

You stare at it, a little dumbfounded to be honest. You are an adult…you think you can manage crossing the street without any guidance.

He then turns his head your way, raising his eyebrows and glancing down at his outstretched, still empty hand.

“Let’s go, then.”

Sighing, smiling half-heartedly, you take his hand and he walks you across the street safely, both of you still holding hands as you make it to the café.

-

TELEPORTATION

Nanami exhales loudly as he sends he last email of the day, falling into the back of his seat and stretching. He’d been working from home all day, it was now dark outside.

What were you up to?

He leaves his office and walks around the office in search of you. First, the kitchen, and then the living room.

The living room is where he finds you, laying on your stomach with a blanket thrown over you, fast asleep.

Have you been here all day?

“Oh, sweetheart…”

Nanami steps over to you quietly, careful not to wake you up. He removes the blanket from you, pausing when you stir and then curls his arms beneath your knees and behind your back to lift you up.

He carries you upstairs and up to your shared bedroom. He lays you on the bed and puts the thick sheets over your body. You hum, and wiggle around in your sleep to get more comfortable.

His chest warms at your cuteness. Nanami kisses your forehead before getting ready for sleep himself.

*

When you wake up, you’re confused about how you ended up in bed and come to the conclusion that you obviously possess the powers of teleportation.

-

DINNERS

It was that time of year, you and Nanami’s annual Christmas dinner where you invited all of your close friends (just your friends, some things that happen during these type of gatherings should stay between friends only, not family).

After hours of laborious cooking and baking, the dining-room table is filled with succulent, freshly cooked foods, ready and yearning to be devoured.

You thank your friends to attending before you all dig in graciously.

While you’re eating, a considerable sized smear of sauce accumulates at the corner of your mouth unknowingly - until Nanami pauses his eating and points it out.

“You have something…” Nanami tells you, pointing to the corner of his own mouth as reference.

“Hm?” Your mouth is full and you missed what he said.

“You have-here.” Nanami licks his thumb and wipes the sauce away from your mouth, before picking up a napkin and rubbing away the rest of the excess. He squeezes the fat of your food-filled cheeks, cooing at how adorable you look.

“Oh. Thanks!”

You smile at each other. Then you notice it’s very quiet and look at the rest of the table.

All of your friends are staring at you and Nanami in what appears to be confusion.

Shoko speaks. “I…I don’t even have anything to say…”

*

a/n: this was just a little something not a fic ok…nothing serious. just wanted to share my yearning for nanami with everyone else <333

[noctunis]

ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ DOTTIE’S FIVE HUNDRED FOLLOWER EVENT 𓂃 ! [ AUGUST 2 - AUGUST 27 ]

#dottie’s 500 ᝰ.ᐟ꩜

it’s been about four months since i first created this blog to which i have grown a small but really loving following, i see you guys in my reblogs and in my replies spewing kind words. all those comments and tags are so fun to read lol i love you guys

but — now that we’re here, it’s time for the main event we’ve come for and this is my 500 follower event (≧◡≦) ♡!!— info linked below and more under the cut !!

[ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ top contenders - ]

jujutsu kaisen ; satoru gojo | suguru geto | kento nanami | yuuji itadori | yuuta okkotsu | megumi fushiguro | toji fushiguro | shiu kong | choso kamo | takuma ino

ffvii ; cloud | zack | sephiroth

ffxv ; noctis | prompto | ignis | gladiolus

mystic messenger ; zen | yoosung | jumin | 707

🍡 ( dango ) — prompt list !! ~ send in a character and a prompt of your choice.

dialogue.

✧˖° - “can i kiss you?”

✧˖° - “wanna practice?”

✧˖° - “are you wearing flavored chapstick?”

✧˖° - “was that okay?”

✧˖° - “one more kiss? please?”

✧˖° - “can we do that again?”

✧˖° - “teach me.”

✧˖° - “i think i deserve a kiss for that.”

✧˖° - “count to five, then you can speak.” (shutting you up with kisses).

✧˖° - “this is my partner, aren’t they beautiful?”

✧˖° - “stay with me ‘til i fall asleep.”

✧˖° - “your hands are shaking.” — “oh.”

✧˖° - “i do miss you, you know.”

✧˖° - “where do you see yourself in a few years?” — “with you.”

actions.

✧˖° - hand kisses

✧˖° - neck kisses

✧˖° - cheek kisses

✧˖° - small quick pecks that you run away after doing

✧˖° - thigh kisses

✧˖° - wrapping your arms around their neck

✧˖° - feeling their smile in a kiss

✧˖° - messy half asleep kisses

✧˖° - reward kisses

✧˖° - lazy make out sesh

✧˖° - grocery shopping with them

✧˖° - them / you trying to make food and it comes out horrendous

✧˖° - kissing to shut them up during sex

✧˖° - goodbye kiss

✧˖° - putting together ikea furniture

✧˖° - seeing them play with a small animal they swore they hated

✧˖° - fake dating ends up for them falling for you

✧˖° - their attitude immediately uplifts when you’re around

✧˖° - taking a ( bad ) photo when the other’s asleep

✧˖° - childhood friends ( love this sm )

🍰 ( strawberry shortcake ) — time check !! ~ this might be a little more niche but basically what i’m talking about is you can request a character and put “🍰 - time check!! [character]?” and based on what time it is right now, i’ll tell you what i imagine them to be doing. so for example, “🍰 - time check on toji fushiguro” and if it’s 3pm for me then i’ll write a little blurb on it, like lazing on the couch while little megumi wriggles his way in between you two.

if you’re wanting a specific time set like, “time check on hidden inventory arc gojo,” — “time check on pre-nibelheim sephiroth,” — “time check on 707 pre-ending.” you know?? i can write that too :)

i might be on a different time zone though so it might be a little weird if it’s 3am for you but 8pm for me lol, keep that in mind !! ^.^

🩰 ( ballet ) — tropes !!

send in a trope you like with a character and i’ll write a blurb on it!! like, for example, “🩰 - one bed trope with noctis!!” or “🩰 - opposites attract with yuuta :)”. i will not do any au’s ( as also stated in my rules, please look at those before you request too lol ) and i will also not do any like.. billionaire or weird dark romance tropes like that. i will do slight nsfw drabbles and stuff but nothing weird or too hardcore!!

[sukudoll]

wc ;; ? | notes ;; not proof read, i wrote this in like ten minutes so i wouldn’t forget lol | warnings/tags: pussy eating, overstimulation, tongue fucking, squirting, etc.

nanami really is a beautiful man.

you obviously know this, it’s not an uncommon opinion to have. but, with you being his wife, you notice it more than others probably do.

you notice how beautiful he is when he reads.

when he cooks.

when he goes down on you.

especially when he goes down on you.

“k-ken,” you whine, back arched, body in a mating press while he holds your nimble ankles down, forcing you to stay put. “ohmygodd-“

he presses his long, slick tongue against your sweet bud before sliding back down to stick his tongue into your sopping hole, fucking you with with his tongue. one hand in his hair, the other grasping the sheets. “ken, b-baby, ‘m too sensitive! i can’t t-take more!”

the words fall upon deaf ears though. your gummy walls tighten around the pink muscle inside of you, signaling your impending climax. he doesn’t yield though. he takes a hand off one of your ankles and uses the thumb to rub your swollen bud. your sweetness covered his mouth, making everything slick and slippery.

you throbbed around his tongue and he was rock hard, his thick, heavy cock rutting against the mattress just enough to give him some friction. you barely ever squirted, but when you did, it was a lot. this time was one of times. sweet, wet release flooded the sheets beneath you, got his face all wet too. he didnt stop until you were practically crying for him to yield his ministrations, fingers pulling his hair slightly, thighs shaking almost violently.

he pulled away just enough to lift his head and look at you. blonde hair matted to his forehead, completely strayed from it’s usual put-together look, his eyes were glossy with desire, and his lips were swollen and wet.

he looked like an absolute dream.

“was that good, sweetheart? i made you squirt this time, so i’d take that as a good sign. i hope it wasn’t too much,” he said, his voice softened.

your thighs were still shaky, and all you could do was nod and admire his sculpted face, so glad that he was yours.