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𝘪 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 part 3 masterlist, listen, nanami tag

god help me be a good wife, cause he needs me even when he's not right, he still needs me read part 2 nanami won't tell you he's hurting, but he can't keep you a secret any longer.

a/n: holy shit u guys... don't say i didn't warn you... this one is, uh... that's all from me. see you on the other side... cw: 18+ mature themes, canon-typical violence

♫ - salted wound - sia

Kento doesn’t wince, he doesn’t even move a muscle as he’s doted on. This time, it’s not by you, it’s by his colleague. One of the only sorcerers at Jujutsu High who can use reverse cursed techniques to heal. Her hands are warm, but her aura is cold, not like yours. Never as comforting as you.

Facing the aftershocks of a fight against what he deemed to be a Special Grade, his side is gashed. It’s deep, too, bleeding into Ieiri’s silicone gloves as she pokes and prods.

“I need to make a phone call – afraid it can’t wait, either, so please do not listen.”

“No promises.” She replies coolly, pushing her rolling chair back to switch out her bloody gloves. In her sterile, white office, Kento leans his back against a plush, reclining chair. His dark blue work shirt is unbuttoned and messy, hanging off his shoulder. Blood is soaking through it, he’s cold, and Kento wants nothing more than to be home right now.

Home will have to wait, but he can make up for some of it easily enough. He reaches for his smartphone, blinking drearily as his weak fingers stumble upon your contact. It’s well past the time he should’ve been home, now, and knows you’re up, worried sick. A message won’t suffice in this case; he needed to speak.

Not even a full ring pass until the line clicks. Your smooth, sleepy voice licks the receiver.

‘Kento?’

“Hello, dear.” Kento shuffles, taking a breath as Ieiri rolls back to his side. She has already used her technique; now it just has to settle in. “I know you are worried about me. Don’t be.”

‘What’s happened? Are you okay?’ The way you sound – so worried and broken against cell static, shatters Kento’s psyche. He just wants to reach through the phone and tell you he’s okay, but he can’t.

“I was struck by some falling rubble at work. Again, don’t wor-”

‘-fallen rubble? Kento, please come home.’

He presses his eyes shut. Your pain is palpable and laced throughout your caring tone. “I cannot come home yet. I’m getting the wound patched up.”

Out of his sight, you’re chewing over your pristine nails, stewing with angst. He can hear the crack in your voice when you go to speak. ‘I’m terrified… this is the fourth injury this week.’

“I understand you’re worried, but I want you to know that I made that promise for a reason. I will never leave you.” He’s lying. He can’t believe he’s lying to you again, but it’s the only way he can keep you. His stupid, selfish nature needs you close when he knows he should cut ties and let you lead a life without constant fear.

‘And I want to believe that so bad.’ You’re crying now, or about to – Kento can hear it in the way your voice, damp with emotion, shakes helplessly. He knows if he were home, you’d play with his hair and kiss his forehead. You’d let him know that you can be his rock if need be – that’s your safeword, it’s his crutch.

“How about you get some rest, dear? When you wake up, I’ll be right there… just like always.”

‘No mysterious midnight missions?’

He chuckles, shaking his head. “It’s hard to control that.”

‘Then, just lie.’ You’re desperate for anything, now. Any lie, any amount of reassurance or stability – you were clawing at your skin for it.

“No missions. I’ll be home with you all night.”

You take that with a contented hum, sawing your bottom lip over the line. ‘Please come home safe and sound.’

“Mhm… okay.”

‘I love you so much.’

“Yes, you too. You know that.”

‘I’ll be waiting…’

Kento hangs up first – knows he has to, or you’ll be shoveling more worrisome phrases into his ear for hours. Then, he feels the guilt hit him like a ton of bricks, weighing his shoulders down as Ieiri finishes patching him up. Silently, she’s been listening – of course, she has.

Notoriously mysterious, Kento never utters a word about his personal life when he’s on campus. He was aloof throughout his high school years, then just disappeared. It's safe to say that nobody truly knows him here. Not even the apparitional comrades he sees when he closes his eyes at night.

However, Ieiri is not stupid. That shiny, silver band on Kento’s fingers was not just for decoration. He’s never worn an ornament in his life, save for the thick watch he ties some of his Curse to. She noticed – she could make out your worried ramblings in the quiet, and smiled at who you were.

“Marriage… It’s definitely your style.” She finally stands, pressing the trash can open to toss away the sterile packaging she used. Kento sits up, following her gaze shortly.

“I told you not to listen.”

“Oh, geez – it was impossible not to.”

“Then just pretend you respect me enough to listen.” He’s standing up, buttoning and tucking his bloody shirt back in his pants. He knows you’ll work your domestic magic on it when he goes home – the next time he’ll see this shirt, it’ll be like nothing happened. “If you don’t mind, I will be running home to my wife.”

“Don’t… actually run. It’ll exert the site.”

Kento lets the door swing shut as he leaves Ieiri’s office, not giving her a goodbye or thanks she already knows she has from him.

Now, he’ll be the first to admit that he’s pulled away since his return. There hasn’t been a Welcome Back dinner like Satoru promised, or those occasional nights out they’d hop into after missions. Nothing is the same this time around, or maybe they just aren’t kids anymore.

And much to his bad luck, he ends up running into an open conversation in the First-Year hallway. The door is just a stone's throw away, but Ino and Satoru are leaning against either wall, relaxed and uncaring of Kento’s presence at first.

“If I have to talk to the higher-ups about that, it won’t be pretty.”

“Satoru, you can’t keep letting them throw me into missions I can’t handle.” Ino grimaces, scratching an anxious hand behind his head. He barely scraped away with his life today, and he’s had enough. He’s gone through two too many near-death experiences this week.

“Don’t mind me,” Kento mutters as he pushes through their invisible conversation. Satoru stands on the right, giving him the perfect view of the bloodied stain on his pristine clothing. He can also see it in Kento’s face – can hear it in the mumble he gives.

“Bad mission?”

“I do apologize – I’ll have to brief you tomorrow.” Kento’s trying everything – scraping by the skin of his teeth to avoid any and all distractions. Satoru could talk for hours about nothing, and Ino would pay to listen in. He can’t let himself be roped in.

“Nanami, I faced a Special-Grade in Kamakura. Had to flee or die… this is getting out of hand.”

“Struggling is not inherently bad.” He finally stops, giving Ino a passing look over his shoulder. He takes a few steps, hands tucked in his pockets. “Neither is fleeing. Sometimes it’s the only thing we can do – you have to be okay with that.”

Ino gives him a meek nod, gazing down at his feet as reality washes over him. “B-but if we all flee… Who will exorcise all these Curses?”

“Me. When I have time.” Satoru speaks, standing up straight as if he’s planning on walking away. In reality, he’s exhausted. Running on a night of no sleep and constant, back-to-back Special Grades, whilst teaching and lugging around Sukuna’s vessel, marred him to the bone. He was beginning to see stars through his thin, dark-framed glasses. “Thank you for helping with Itadori, Nanami. Saw he got back safely.”

“It is my duty to put his life over my own. Now, I must be going on-

“Get lots of rest tonight,” Ino adds as Kento begins walking off, standing straight and at attention.

“You too.”

Kento can’t face you right now. He knows you’re behind that door, can feel your presence calling his name, but can’t give in. It’s so late now. Well past midnight, and he’s just now shuffling through the front door. He knows, and hates, that you’re not waiting up for him. The house is dark. Lifeless. It’s like you haven’t been in here all day.

He waits in front of the cracked bedroom door, hand hovering over the knob as he works himself up. He’s still covered in blood – his shirt is stained and he looks like Hell. You’d wake up as soon as he sets foot inside, and he’d have to calm your shaking demeanor again. Selfishly, he’s far too exhausted to exert more energy that way.

All he wants to do is sleep. He doesn’t want to exist on this day anymore.

So, he turns around and makes his way to the couch, slinging off his belt and loosening his tie so he can sink into the downiness. He closes his hands over his face, breathing deep, thinking about that pathwork curse, dreaming up ways he can work around the technique, and stewing over it for far too long. Surprisingly, he skated away with his life today, but he knew it was a lucky draw – he needed to be more careful, far more conscious.

Somewhere, lost in those late hours, he drifts off with his vapid thoughts running circles in his mind. It’s a sour mixture – a foul mood and visions of failure, which is why he dreams that night.

He never dreams.

You’re awake when that call comes, stepping out of the bathroom fresh from a shower. Somehow, he can hear you from the serenity of the shared bedroom. He wonders if you can feel him as you approach your wailing phone, looking so meek, wrapped up in a towel the size of him.

Every step is deliberate as you cross the bed, reaching against the whiteness of the spread to retrieve the device. When you turn the screen over, an unknown number is painted across the top, and he can sense the hesitant dread that crosses your features when you notice.

Kento knows you want that person to be him – you’re hoping he’s just at a payphone, or using a colleague's cell to update you on his status. His only call home was that evening around 7 – he whispered to you that he was being called into a situation around Shibuya, warning you not to worry and that he’ll be home soon. How soon, he couldn’t promise. Timelines are so flimsy, now. Your life together is built on promises he can’t keep.

But you understand. You won’t fight him this time; you’ll accept defeat and spend another lonely night wrapped up in his smell. It’s the only comfort you can find anymore.

“Yes?” With a pruned, shaking hand, you bring your smartphone to your ear to answer the call.

‘...Is this Mrs. Nanami Kento?’ It’s a voice you’re not used to – feminine, yet powerful as it overtakes you.

You repeat, “Yes.”

Then, a broken sigh makes you stand up straight. ‘This is Ieiri Shoko from Jujutsu High.’ She begins, shaking her head where you cannot see. ‘There is no easy way to say this, but we have probable cause to believe that Kento either went AWOL, or is MIA after the incident he was called to in Shibuya. I don’t want you to panic yet, but considering the worst-case scenario… We’ve been able to recover a few bodies from the scene earlier this morning…’

You can feel it – the entire structure of your world falling to its knees as you shake still. Your grip tightens invisibly over your device, eyes lost in the room as you shudder on words you know you need to say. “W-what?”

Another sigh. Just a sigh for her – you wish you could just sigh. ‘I don’t want to confirm anything I am unsure about, but it is unrealistic for him to shrug off on missions without a word.’ Pacing the morgue, Shoko navigates the chaos of bodies she needs to identify, tag, and store. Only one issue – one glaring, faceless issue. She takes a second to stare at the covered body on her table, bloodied brown shoes lying lifeless, and swallows.

“I-I don’t… I don’t understand.” You swallow, dislodging a pile of angst from your throat. Your mind has already shut down, and your heart is sure to follow – they’re protecting you. Taking the news and eating it until there’s nothing for your soul to feel. “I don’t understand.”

‘I know this news… It’s confusing. For us… too.’ Though level-headed and seasoned, Ieiri knows how fragile this situation is – how fragile you are. Tokyo Jujutsu Society would never function the same again, and she’d feel it to her grave. ‘Kento was an integral part of not only the School, but also of our society. We need him more than ever, which is why we won't rest until he is accounted for. I imagine he hasn’t reached out to you since yesterday?’

You don’t respond. You can’t respond. You can’t even fucking move.

‘Nanami?’

You shake your head, but Ieiri can’t hear it. You don’t care.

‘I can’t imagine how hard this is for you, so I will not press further… May I ask that you come up to the school to identify some remains?’

“If it’s him…” You stop, finally moving even when it’s just a step closer to the mattress so you can collapse in a shapeless heap. “I don’t want to see it.”

‘Of course, I understand completely. Might I just add that DNA testing is a lengthy process, often taking over a month in this case. I can go ahead and start that for you, but if you need closure sooner, coming in to view the bodies is your best option.’

You’re sinking into the mattress, hoping it swallows you whole as Ieiri treats you like a name on a paper. She’s telling you that Kento is missing – he’s gone. She thinks he’s dead and wants you to confirm her suspicions by looking at corpses. You don’t think she understands — you will not be able to function if your eyes fall upon the body you married without an ounce of life in it. It’d be better to twist the knife and take that spot next to him in the refrigerated room than to live anymore.

But, you also prepared for this… In that sick, if it happens, it happens way that Kento shoved down your throat since he took the position. The least he can do, since he’s throwing his life to the curb, is to make sure the transition into a life of your own would be just as easy as falling in love with him. You wouldn’t have to work for a while with the money he has stockpiled. You have this house he fine-tuned for you, a brand-new car, and a free life – you could start over. He wants you to start over.

But he doesn’t want you to marry again. Not ever.

Not even once you begin to forget him.

Over the phone, you whisper to Ieiri, “I will come.”

Somewhere in a dream-like state, Kento watches you slide on a pair of loose-fitting pants, staring unblinking at the wall as you pull on a baggy shirt. He believes it’s his, it smells like him, and that’s what you needed right now. You wouldn’t drive, Ieiri scheduled someone to retrieve you by mid-morning, and that was quickly approaching.

The one thing – the feeling that’s playing you in a loop is… emptiness. The bleak wall becomes your mirror as you stare into it, no longer caring to polish the appearance you had kept so pristine for your husband. He never asked for too much when it came to that, knowing you’d be able to steer your self-care the way you need to without much nagging. Now it all seems so trivial.

If no Kento was waiting at the end of the tunnel, you didn’t want to trek.

So, you’re swept away. Unshowered, unbrushed – unpolished, into the back of a sleek black, mysterious sedan. A woman in a suit waits by the back door as you leave the home Kento gave you. The air smells like his skin as the door pushes that faithful scent out into the world. It feels as if you’re losing pieces of him slowly.

Luckily, the assistant understands the gravity of the situation as she ushers you into the vehicle. She sees the look on your face, that shadow in your eyes as you avoid eye contact. Not even a word – just a nod. You’re lowering yourself into the calm, polished leather expanse.

You just can’t feel anything. It’s so odd, so mysteriously antagonizing, as the city you navigated your entire life starts to feel… unfamiliar. The first time you laid eyes on your Kento, once a small, shy blonde, was shoulder-to-shoulder at a bar in Azabu. Now, that lively night strip is jarring and uncomfortably empty. You have to let your eyes flutter shut.

You don’t even have the strength to pull them open when the car slows to a crawl, shaking you back to sense before stopping altogether.

Car bells ding, doors are pulled open, and cigarette smoke is in the air. You steady your shaking hands, finally letting your eyes creep open.

You’ve never been to campus, Kento never told you where it was, but the whispers of the countryside are vibrant and green, stretching far beyond the traditional campus. From first appearances, it looks like every other private High School, and that’s what you would have clung to if you didn’t know the unfortunate truth. Every one of these selfless sorcerers was working their life away just to meet an untimely end. It’s all shit – the system is shit, but you understand that choice was a luxury. Just like Kento, he didn’t have a choice. You never blamed him.

“Sorry to meet you under these circumstances.” That familiar voice, warm and welcoming, is shadowed against the smog of her balanced cigarette. Standing in front of you, brunette hair, light makeup – you could only deem this reflection as Ieiri Shoko.

You step out of the car, leaving the door hanging open for the assistant to close. When she steps behind you and lets a gentle hand push it shut, the sound sends a chill up your spine. You shiver.

“I apologize for startling-

“I-it’s fine,” you rush, voice sounding unfamiliar and meek in your throat.

Ieiri ashes her smoke with a flick, gaze downcast and red with lack of sleep. Little did you know, last night was one of the most troubling of her career. Bodies upon bodies and injured colleagues stacked upon each other. Some were MIA – a scattered few meeting a supernatural fate that the higher-ups have yet to learn. She figures you haven’t turned on the news and heard about the devastation. She hopes you didn’t, it’d make this showing easier.

“Nanami…” Ieiri approaches, holding her smoke to her side to stop the onslaught from meeting you. You blink. “I apologize for the chaos, and… for finally meeting you in these circumstances.”

You’re nodding, too afraid to say more and risk sobbing in a pile on the polished cobblestone.

“I won’t burden you for too long.” She’s reading your reflection, understanding that baseless words to break the silence will just make this difficult. Ieiri drops her cigarette, stepping on it as she turns to lead you. “Nor will I talk your ear off about formalities, or the fact that I am drowning in bodies and unknowing.” She’s walking fast, swinging doors open for you to pass through. These hallways, although designed for students, seem completely empty. There’s no sound of joyous teenage angst, no chaos that should fill a school – just a veil of blackness, devoid of laughter and emotion.

You can guess it’s why Kento is so bleak at times, similarly devoid of laughter and emotion. He slaves away all day to this.

“Now, I won’t tell you much, but this happens sometimes. Shibuya is in ruins, half of our Grade-1s are MIA or are down for the foreseeable future, higher-ups are scrambling – it’s a mess.”

“And my husband…” It’s the first sentence you speak to her face-to-face. Ieiri thinks it’s as bleak as she imagined it’d be, and it’s not like she could blame you. Poor girl, tied unwillingly to sorcery through devotion. No human is fit to thrive in these conditions.

“Mixed up in it all, I suppose.” She stops at a heavy set of swinging doors, sending you screeching to a halt. When she turns around, that confident, exhausted gaze is just exhausted. “Now, we found him just after the sun broke, along with some of his few… surviving colleagues.” Ieiri knows – of course she knows, there’s no other sorcerer who yielded a wrapped, spotted blade. It was at the scene, plain as day, and disregarded during clean-up. However, there is a slight, off-putting chance that she could be wrong. It’s why you’re here, it’s why she’s stepping away from your sight, heading towards the corpse.

You don’t even need her to lift the pristine white sheet. You can smell him in the air – an odd, muted, clean sort of familiar musk. Right there, in that moment, is where it hits you.

Your husband is gone.

“I’m so sorry… the state we found him in is…” Ieiri doesn’t finish, she doesn’t even give you a second before she’s peeling the sheet away from clothed, cold ankles.

Your soul falls. You can’t look.

You can’t even think – your husband is gone.

Kento jolts up as if he were being doused in smoldering coals. His heart is hammering in his chest, forcing him awake in a cold sweat. He’s still on the couch, neck sore from the odd position he drifted into. It had to have been hours, now. That dream felt like an eternity… your pain was palpable. He feels like Hell – guilty to the bone.

With those downcast eyes, he leans his elbows to his knees, rubbing the tension in his face away. Slowly, he’s coming down from that nightmare, focusing his breathing on the late-night hum of city traffic. He can’t find a time, has no idea where his phone is, and is exhausted. There was only so much stewing he could do for the rest of the night, so he decided to call it and climb into bed.

Except you’re not cuddled on your side when he walks into the room. The bed is barren, with messy covers strewn over the mattress. Kento’s disappointed, but he’s far too tired to think twice. He crawls into his side of the bed, lying on top of the sheets, reaching to clutch your pillow to his face. Perhaps, he thinks it’s you in his sleep-daze, or he knows it’s not you, so he whispers,

“I’m sorry.”

You step out of the bathroom three minutes later, hands damp from washing them clean. The bedside clock reads 24:23. Kento is curled up with your pillow. You smile.

“Sorry. I had to pee.”

“Come here.” He’s not really asleep, you know he isn’t asleep. His body is still tense. So, you make your way to him, footsteps light in the night before they morph into knee-crawling over the mattress. Kento finally cracks open his eyes, and a smile blooms. He’s happy to see you.

You won’t mention his injury right now, he won’t mention his burdens as he drags you into his arms. He just holds you, letting you fall back asleep with your head on his chest.

Like he promised, Kento held you all night until the morning birds awoke.

Then, it’s the weekend and he’s home. You don’t dare move from this closeness when you wake up before him. It’s just too peaceful, the outside breeze, the beat of his heart, the sound of his breath. He’s a steady, sleepy rock.

Hours fade, you doze off again. Morning melts into the afternoon, and the sun is hot. You blink awake in the same position, watching hairs of sweat bead against your husband's chest. Leaning forward to kiss him, he stirs.

Then, mid-afternoon hits, and you’re finally crawling out of your bed with Kento following suit. He’s quiet, yawning into his hand as he cracks an eye open. “You didn’t wake me.”

“It’s Saturday.” Waiting for you on your closet door, you walk to slide your robe on, pulling the windows open once it’s tied around your waist. “Didn’t talk much last night.”

“Neither did you.” He’s looking at you over his shoulder, back hunched towards you as he sits on the edge of the bed. “You’re beautiful this morning.”

“Afternoon.” You correct with a smile on your face. You’re doing nothing to appear more attractive than your half-asleep state allows, but he doesn’t care. “I love you.”

Kento grunts when he stands, limping slightly as he makes his way to the wardrobe. He’s yawning again, stretching his big arms in front of him. Your eyes fall to his side – the big bandage covering his milky skin.

You swallow down words, craning your neck when he passes you with a kiss to the cheek. “What’s for breakfast?”

“Lunch, dear.” You remind him, sawing over your bottom lip as he strips in front of you. His movements are hardly sexual, but the way his body bends and moves as he steps out of his pants is adjacent. Wearing no briefs, he reaches for a pair you laundered for him. “Chicken katsu, maybe?”

“Mm…” He hums, filtering through his hanging selection of casual shirts. He settles on a deep grey one, sliding it over his fluffy hair and his chest. “If that’s what you want to do…” sounds excellent.”

“Careful – your side, baby.”

“What? It’s fine.” He's giving you the cold shoulder, like he’s trying to blow you off. What he wants to do is pick a pair of comfortable pants that he wouldn’t have to squeeze into. It’s the weekend, after all. He had no career obligations. “Katsu is good, go do that.”

“Pick me out something to wear. Comfy like that, it’s cute.” You’re mentioning finally pushing from the wall to head to the kitchen. Kento doesn’t respond, but you know he’ll do it. On weekends, you shower together in the evening. You know he’ll appreciate peeling the outfit he chose from your skin a little extra.

While Kento gets ready for his rest day, you’re stewing in the kitchen. Starting with prepping chicken, cleaning, prepping vegetables, cleaning, then actually turning around to your hot oil to start cooking. Somewhere in the middle of the process, you turned on music from the house speakers, keeping it low but audible over the sound of the stove. It makes it so you don’t catch Kento sliding into the room, book tucked under his arm as he sits at your counter. Never speaking a word, just watching.

“Didn’t hear you walk in.” You’re mildly startled when you turn around, heading to the sink to grab a utensil from your pile of dirty ones.

“You’re just in your own world. Didn’t want to intercept.” Light, down-tempo jazz backs the sound of his words. You’re smiling under his warm gaze, proud like a child at his sweet attention.

“Thinking about you.” You add, hands scrubbing under running water as you wash. You’re faithful, your chicken won’t burn behind you, so you let this mood carry. You can tell he wants to dote on you right now. “Halloween’s in a few days. Remember, we used to celebrate every year when we were dating.”

“Mhm… I remember when you forced me to watch that anime so that I could dress as that character. All of our friends seemed to love it, but I don’t think a blonde Yagami Light was very convincing.”

You’re giggling, fond memories flooding the front of your mind. A peeved Kento, a smiling you, friends, drinks, and love. It was the last time you two celebrated as young adults. “Well, I was very convinced.”

“I’m sure you were. You had no problem putting on a wig and playing Misa.” Kento opens his book to his marked page, eyes flicking over your shoulder. “My love, your chicken.”

“Oh!” You jump, turning around with your clean utensil to remove the cutlets from the oil. On your right, rice is cooking – steaming into the air, mingling with the scent of warmth and home.

Every few seconds, you can feel his eyes bore into the back of your head. It’s like he wants to say something, but comes up empty every time.

“If it’s not too much to ask, some coffee would be nice.” He mentions briefly when you turn back around. Nodding immediately, you place your things on the counter, wipe your hands, and move to the machine to brew him a cup.

“Sorry, I’m so distracted this morning.”

“Afternoon.” He replies cheekily, smirking up at you when you gawk over your shoulder. “And, it’s okay. You woke up later than normal, starting with lunch instead of breakfast, too.”

“I actually woke up right on time, just didn’t want to wake you by getting up.”

“You’re extremely thoughtful. I do appreciate it.”

A few moments later, you’re cradling a steaming mug of black coffee in your hands, blowing over the top before you hand it to Kento.

“It is sweet, how you do that.” He starts, so soft spoken, putting his book down so he can take a scalding sip. “It’s like a little indirect kiss.”

“I have no choice, you drink it as soon as I hand it to you, and always end up burning yourself.”

“Coffee burns are the least of my worries.” You’re stuck staring stars into Kento’s eyes, studying the fine lines, the familiarity, the gentleness. You don’t even realize how much time is passing until he does. Kento clears his throat.

“Um, dear.” He nods back towards your stove, and you’re flustered, trying to reel your attention back. “I’m sorry, I’m distracting you.”

“No!” You reply, shaking your head as you remove the too-crispy chicken to drain. You’re lost in your own skin, unsure what to do with your hands and hyper-aware of his presence now. “No, don’t go, I’m sorry.”

“I won’t go, just don’t want you to burn down your kitchen.” There’s a chuckle there, faint, hidden behind his words. You can hear it.

While it’s still hot, you serve Kento his lunch, taking care to slice the meat against the grain and keeping its presentation as neat as possible.

A scoop of rice, chicken perched perfectly on top. You pick out his chopsticks, his sauces, and a beautiful, fresh pile of grated cabbage on the side. It’s only ready to eat when you place it gently in front of him, turning the plate so he can get the perfect bite of rice first.

This attention to detail – Kento craves it. He needs it. By now, knowing exactly what he needs is second nature; he never expects you to falter. And that’s your fault for always being so perfect and loving. He expects the world from you, now—one bowl of chicken katsu at a time.

Early evening comes with Kento’s gentle voice amongst the cracked windows, piercing through the outside noise. You two love the cooler weather – cuddling up close when there’s no other reason to.

Back pressed to the couch, Kento’s balancing a thick hard-cover book about Japanese Folklore in honor of Halloween. His sweet, gentle voice makes the troubling stories seem like fairy tales. He’s speaking so wholly, stopping to nod you through any questions you had. Little by little, Kento has been explaining bits and pieces of his world – how curses are born, why he has such an overflow of Cursed Energy, and why he chose this life.

The thing is, he didn’t. Nobody chooses to be scouted, or, in his case, completely abandoned by his family because they swore he was too abnormal to live a regular life. Desperate for normalcy in those first few years of High School, he lived his off-time nose deep in books that couldn’t talk back.

He’s only recently started to let you in on those years – the darkest in his life. He speaks about them so solemnly, finally starting to tell himself the truth when it comes to what he saw all that time ago. His best friend's warm body sliced in two, blood gushing. Tears. Angst. Sleepless nights, early mornings, and dull breakfasts.

He’s getting lost in his head again, words are starting to melt together, and your body is too warm. He shakes his head. “Sorry…”

“Hm?” You look up at him, hand drawing pristine designs on his clothed chest. Being honest, you didn’t notice the minor stutter of his words as he droned on. You’re more focused on the grotesque human amalgamation that exists within the walls of a city school. The description he read made you shudder.

“Sorry, I just-

Kento is sighing, sliding further on the couch with the intent to sit. You’re sitting up with him, the backs of your thighs pressed into your heels as he swings his long legs off.. He’s clutching the front of his head like a headache is brewing, eyebrows knitting in phantom pain.

It’s like… ever since that dream he had the other night, he can’t think straight. He can’t get that fucking night out of his head.

“Ken…to..?” You mutter, reaching to pull his hand from his face. Unfortunately, this has become familiar to you – these bouts he works himself up into. It eats him alive, rendering him speechless and distant even when you’re close enough to touch. “It’s okay.”

“Just a… It’s been a week.” Is what he lies with, looking down at his feet. There’s a crook in his neck he has to roll out; it’s uncomfortable. Everything around him is on fire; his skin is churning.

It’s a slip you witness in real time, heart thrumming painfully as his eyes go ghost. You feel so helpless right now, his hand flexes against yours like he wants to pull it back to his body, but he sits motionless.

You stand, stepping in front of him to pull his limp frame into your chest. “No, come back to me.” You plead, voice as light as a whisper. “It’s not lonely in there? Just you and your thoughts?”

Seconds pass, and Kento blinks. Then, shuts his eyes and breathes out a laugh. You feel accomplished, beaming with strength and knowing. “You are sweet.”

“...are you okay?” You try, biting your lip, trailing fingers over his hunched shoulders. Kento finally blinks up at you, sleeplessness showing in the shadows under his eyes. He nods, but it’s not enough. “Hm?”

“I’m okay. Yes, it’s okay.” Ken’s stumbling over his words like he’s distracted, sighing as he leans forward, pressing a kiss to your sternum. His long arms are warm – strong as they take hold of your waist.

“I wish… You can just stay here with me all the time.” He’s purring like a kitten pressed to you, humming deep in his chest. You’re tangling a hand in his mess of blonde locks. “Never go to work, never sleep, never dissociate. Is that selfish of me?”

“Very.” His voice is muffled. You don’t care. “That is okay. I tell you often, but I just want to reinforce…” Now, he’s peeking up at you, red-faced and ruffled. A reflection only saved for you in the darkest of nights — the most private of rooms. “You deserve a husband who lives for nothing else but taking care of you. I am so sorry I failed you in that sacred mission.”

You’re not sure what to say, but you know he’s feeling down right now. You blink at him, eyebrows knitted up in worry. “Would you stop saying such vile things? It’s not true.”

“I understand that you love me enough to lie, as well.” Wordless for a moment, Kento’s hands find their way under the back of your shirt, thick fingers pressing into the bare flesh. You shiver. “So, we will lie to each other then.”

When he finally sets his stress to the side, he’s all yours. Kisses start at your stomach, lingering there over your shirt as his hands massage your back. You know this kiss – this feeling, it’s all the love he can’t quite figure out how to say to you, so he’s determined to show it. Each kiss is pressed to you in sloping curves, delicate signatures, and expensive lust. Kento loves everything about you, the way you shudder and whine when he ghosts that ticklish patch under your belly button. He can’t help himself. He has to paw your shirt off.

Then, it’s like he’s trying to bury himself inside of you. He wants to cut you open and make a little home right under your skin. It must feel so warm in there, like it does when he’s making love to you. All he wants is to feel safe in a space where no one can find him.

Losing himself in your skin is the only way he can seem to chase that feeling. It’s what he dives into every single day, rain or shine, blood or sweat, fighting or loving – being inside of you is his biggest vice. It’s all he needs to survive in a bitter world unfit for his mind.

His lips are so hot, slick tongue leaving traces of him in his wake as he trails up your torso. Above him, you’re chewing at your lip, holding your breath when he ghosts over your pelvis. You want him there, but Kento wants to eat you alive.

He starts at your hip, sinking his teeth through skin and flesh. You whine, a hand falling back into his hair to pull him close, yet he turns away.

“Ouch.” You complain, breath stalling as his nose drags across the waistband of your loose pants. You’re not wearing any underwear – you’re his. Just a touch away from having it all.

“I am so eager to be inside of you.” He’s talking through kisses, lips wet and warm. When he pulls away, hands playing at your pants, you’re purring – equally as eager, desperate. Loved. “Have you any clue how much I need you?”

“Just a hint.”

Finally, he’s pulling down your pants, letting them bunch at your thighs as he gets that beautiful, warm eyeful of you. Slick pools hot between your legs as he cranes his fingers between them, gasping at the silky feel of your wetness against the softness of your folds.

Then, he’s muttering, “Wow,” Before bringing those two damp fingers to his lips, sucking them quickly into his mouth. It’s a newly formed habit of his, reveling in the taste or smell of you lingering in a room. It’s as if he’s picking up on something you didn’t know existed. And, it’s so sexy.

“All this teasing…” You’re dragging a hand back over his face, fingers sliding against his ear, pressing into his jaw. Instinctually, he bares his neck. Now, it’s your turn to dive in. Sliding into his lap in a kneeling straddle, you attack the base of his jaw with feverish kisses, core rocking over his jutted sweatpants. You’re eager like a rabbit, licking and biting just like he did. However, Kento feels no pain from your nipping – nothing like the steady, dull ache that pangs your side every time you grind upwards. But it’s satisfying seeing his pristine skin bloom in pretty shades of red. It’s like he’s showing you off, with his neckful of kisses and marks – it makes you so weak.

“I just want it,” you catch your earlier thought in midair, whispering against his lips.

“Come and get it.” He replies, almost like he’s challenging you. His eyes are so fucked and heady when he pulls away. But, when you reach for his crotch, so ready to feel him stretch you full, he catches it. “Actually–

Kento takes over, leading you into a kiss, pressing his hand into your back as he stands, carrying you in his grip. You’re expecting to go far – perhaps to the bedroom, maybe to the kitchen counter. You’re not expecting to be slammed onto the couch, winded as Kento’s bodyweight pins you down.

He’s so strong now, it’s like he doesn’t know his own strength. But, you won’t tell him that you can’t really breathe with him holding you like this, shoulder to shoulder, warm chest pushing you so far. But he feels so good grinding down on you, letting himself be needy and unrestrained in your presence. After all, you are the only escape he gets. The only home he truly has. You need to memorize every side of him.

“Want you to put it in.” You’re whispering every little breath you can steal, fingers clawing into the thinness of his shirt. “Take it off.”

“Demanding. Which first?”

“Take it off.” You’re fisting grey fabric, pulling it out like it’d make him move faster. Against your nakedness, you want him to be with you.

He sits up for a moment, letting you get a lungful of precious air. Even better than that, the closest possible view when he tears his shirt over his head, fluffy hair out of place, and chiseled chest rising and falling with need for you.

You truly think you’ll combust.

“Put it in.”

Kento hums, a tiny smirk on his lips, when he reaches into the front of his pants. Your eyes trail down his chest, swallowing at the thin patch of hair that blooms just under his waistband. So sexy, so familiar.

You’re whining. Sawing your bottom lip when he tugs his cock free. Kento is so swollen, so pent-up and needy for you.

Just when you think he’s about to drop his guard and fuck you into the cushion, he leans down and kisses you, thick cock grinding right between your strewn legs. He’s never done this before – drawn this out in such intoxicatingly needy ways. Humping your legs, whining your name, pinning you down. It’s like he’s on a mission; something is still in the back of his mind.

So, you tell him again. “Put it in.”

Though he laughs, he listens. Finally, finally, he’s pressing into you so gently, getting you into that sweet, familiar stretch. It stings at first, always for him, but you love it. It just means that pleasure will follow, his love will fill you whole.

And, it’s at that first touch of your strangling warmth that he screws his eyes shut, trembling on a sigh. “Oh, I love you.”

“Mmfh – thank you. Thank you so much, baby.”

“Shh…” he coaxes, kissing the small line of drool that falls from your open mouth. “Just take it.”

Kento doesn’t want you to talk, but he does want you to scream his name. It’s how he fucks you, slamming so deep inside of your weeping hole that you can’t help but choke on a sob.

“Don’t mean to – mm… Be so rough.” You can tell Kento is overcome, neck blooming a dark maroon as he fucks into you. You’re so wet – sopping, and sticky against his skin when he pulls out every time. “B-but, you’re so…” Sweat’s beading, he’s ignoring your pleading moans, holding you so tight you will definitely be marked tomorrow. “...perfect.”

“I love you.” You’re crying now, squeezing tears from your eyes as he kisses so impossibly deep inside of you. With every thrust he’s giving you, somehow, he feels deeper than the last. It’s like he’s making a home inside your womb – just like he wanted.

“Sweet… sweet girl. Just so sweet to me.”

He’s talking so much, giving you so much, touching you so much.

Then, you’re cumming, nails scratching deep in his back as your world stops… then, starts again. Kento leans down, groaning obscenly in your mouth as your cunt grips and tugs at him, pulsating milky streams of you everywhere.

Though your arms go limp around him, thighs quivering as they lock onto his waist, Kento is sure he can milk one more orgasm out of you. So, he fucks you in your favorite way – silently, lips pressed to yours, his tongue slipping over your teeth. One big hand clutches over the back of the couch, leather creaking in the strength he knows he can’t exert on you.

He wants to break this couch, to pin you through the soil and fuck you so deep until you’re begging him to stop. The only thing is, you never would – He knows that, you know that. And, your bodies know that, it’s why he controls himself.

Kento lets you cum for the second time to the sound of skin slapping skin. He drinks up your cries and feeds them back to you in a kiss before he’s finally cumming. Still as a statue, he’s breathing through the feeling, Adam’s apple bobbing down moisture, sweet lips parted.

He’s so beautiful, you’re so taken, life is so perfect.

It’s all you’re thinking as you come down, eyes heavy and swollen with tears. Weakly, your hand rises to his cheek, pressing your palm there for reassurance. Any moment now, he’ll come back to his senses and ask if you’re okay. This is your way of beating him to it.

Though he knows you’re okay, thorough to the bone, Kento presses his forehead to yours. “Thank you for letting me do that.”

He can’t see the small smile on your face, but he can hear the way your breath hitches. “I love you.”

Spending that weekend so entirely trapped with you ultimately did help Kento’s mood heading into Halloween week. It’s a notorious time for curses to pop up – old ones returning, and new ones popping up in decorated, dimly lit alleyways.

But this year felt different… almost calmer.

It’s why he’s holding your hand through the late city streets on a Tuesday, watching how those street lights bless your lovely features. It’s a reckless decision. Kento knows that he’ll spend all of tomorrow wishing he slept all night, but the old ramen shop on the corner was calling his name – yours, too.

It’s a hole-in-the-wall establishment. A married couple moves behind the sitting bar in perfect unison – passing noodles, spooning broth, and grilling meats. He sips over smooth liquor, you’re shoveling him smiling stories about holidays past. He thinks that right here, with you, past two in the morning, is his happy place – his Heaven.

That feeling is truly the only thing keeping him sane, even when he’s mid-sip, nodding to your sweet voice, when an unmistakable presence, grating as ever, passes through the dinging front door.

You’re giggling sweetly, he’s closing his eyes, praying Gojo wouldn’t notice. But, he already has.

It’s a lucky gamble, who knew the ever stoic Nanami would be frequenting the only open ramen shop in the neighborhood? So, of course, he has to approach. It’s just in Gojo’s blood. He’s starry-eyed behind his blindfold, fresh off a mission and ravenous for anything. His underclassmen’s attention is just as good as cheap ramen.

“Dear, I am so sorry,” Kento mutters before Gojo closes in, bracing for impact and suddenly exhausted. The liquor softens the blow Gojo exudes, but it doesn’t make this situation easier. You’re looking at the white-haired stranger like he has you at gunpoint.

“Wha-

“Nanamin!” Though moderately voiced, Gojo is elated, smiling ear to ear and totally shrugging off any feeling that wasn’t contentedness. “Why are you here!?”

“It’s a big city… Gojo-san…” Another sip, Kento bears the weight of Gojo’s long arm slung over his hunched shoulders. “And you are in my neighborhood.”

“Heh.” Gojo laughs, face falling when he notices your piqued attention. Of course, he saw you as he walked in, but assumed you were a diner. After all, Kento never told them about a partner… let alone a wife. “Hi, there.”

The wave this stranger gives to you is curt, but you take it with a furrowed brow.

Kento speaks for you. “Gojo, if you’d please take the blindfold off while speaking to her…”

Then, you finally understand – blaming it on the lack of sleep. This brooding reflection in front of you seemed awfully familiar. “Oh, h-

Gojo takes orders like a god, immediately pulling the black binding from his eyes and over his head. The energy in this room is blinding, but he can hold out long enough to see who you were – this beautifully patient stranger sitting next to Kento. Surely you couldn’t be…

“Nanami, this is… Satoru Gojo, the one I was telling you about.” Kento mutters, losing himself in the rim of his glass.

“Nan– wait, you tell stories about me? How sweet.”

“Please, get your food and be on your way.”

“Satoru.” You smile, bowing lightly in his oddly familiar presence. It’s genuinely like you know him, knowing how much Kento loves and loathes him. He would never say it, but in your mind, you equate their turbulent relationship to love… in some form, perhaps brotherly. “It’s so nice to meet you finally.”

Gojo’s staring at you with a half-smile on his face, waiting for his colleague to expand, perhaps explain. But, the restaurant is silent save for sizzling stoves and gentle conversation.

Kento drags his teeth, letting his forehead fall into his stretched palm.

“I do not believe I told you, but Gojo, this is my wife… Please, be respectful.”

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ponderingmoonlight · 1 year ago

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Hii can you pls do a nanami and gojo(separately) make out fic pls??

Okay, let's do this with a little twist...

Getting caught while making out with JJK men

Pairings: Geto x fem!reader; Gojo x fem!reader; Nanami x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,2k

Warnings: well, it's getting heated babes, not 100% proofread because I wrote this in my work break (again lol)

Geto Suguru

You know how wrong it is. This is not the right time, not the right place to stand in a lonely corner with Geto Suguru’s hands all over you and his lips hanging onto yours like you’re air and he cannot breathe.

“Fuck, we should get going”, you whimper into the lonely hallway.

In fact, getting going is the last thing you want to do right now. Not when Riko is busy saying goodbye to her former life, not when your emotions are all over the place. You hid your feelings towards Suguru for so long, tried to convince yourself over and over that you don’t hold those kinds of feelings towards him. But when he allowed Riko some privacy, when you saw the glimmer in his dark eyes shimmering down at you…

You were lost.

And you lose over and over again with his lips worshipping yours like no one did before, with him pressing you against a nearby wall. Countless nights, you pondered about the way it might feel to get hold like this, to actually feel him this close. But reality? Way too bittersweet, way better than anything you could have ever imagined.

“I don’t want to leave you ever again”, he mumbles against your parted mouth before starting a dangerous dance with both of your tongues intertwined.

That man who pierced through Satoru could be here every time, you need to fulfill this mission, need to concentrate on escorting Riko to Tengen-sama. After all, this might be the only purpose you have here at Jujutsu High: Completing missions after missions, doing as you were told.

No, fuck that.

This right here is what you live for. The sensation of Suguru hollering over you like a shadow, of him holding you like no one did before, putting together all your broken pieces.

“I love you”, you finally hush.

“I think I always did.”

“I feel the same way, (y/n). God, I adore you more than anything else.”

Just when you thought your kiss couldn’t get any deeper, couldn’t make you lose your breath even more, he grabs your chin in order to gain better access of your mouth. Now you’re all yours, whimpering under his touch like a little girl.

Out of instinct, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, allow your fingertips to grab his soft hair for hold.

“Huh, really didn’t expect to find ya here like that. Well, having fun before dying isn’t a crime, ya know.”

Your blood freezes instantly as you pull away and get greeted by the coldest green eyes you’ve ever seen. The man who fought against, Satoru. Without any doubt.

But…You eye him up and down, blood sticking onto his tight shirt without a visible wound.

Where’s Satoru?

“Leave her alone”, Suguru instructs the man seriously while positioning himself in front of you.

“You’re better off protecting ya little girlfriend from me. She’s cute. Maybe I’ll take her on a date when I killed you.”

Fuck fuck fuck.

Your heart drops to the floor, Suguru’s widened eyes revealing the urgency of this situation all too urgently. Out of all people who could have caught both of you this vulnerable, why on earth does it have to be him? There is no way Suguru will allow you to stay here while that stranger now knows…

“She’s your weakness, isn’t she? Maybe I can teach you a lesson about how freaking dumb love is.”

“Get Riko and escort her to Tengen-sama as fast as possible, (y/n)”, Suguru speaks out firmly while your eyes make contact.

“I can’t leave you here alone, if he defeated Satoru-“

He doesn’t interrupt you with words. No, instead he pulls you close, presses his puffy lips against yours until you feel like drowning in emotions.

“Get going. I don’t want this to be the last time someone caught us together.”

Gojo Satoru

“Get away from me right now.”

Oh, how desperately you try to sound angry while the truth is, that you want Gojo Satoru as close as possible. Your eyes dart left and right, search for the unpromising opportunity that somebody catches you in this position.

This position.

You, caged between Satoru’s arms in the male dorm you aren’t even allowed in, to be exact.

“C’mon, you don’t want me to get away from you. After teasing me the whole day and giving me that looks, you want me to go? Try better next time, princess”, he teases you while throwing his sunglasses to the ground without thinking twice.

“If we get caught here by a teacher…I can’t afford bad reputation, Satoru! What would my parents think, what if I get grounded, what if-“

“I know something better than using that mouth for hysteric talking”, he purrs with his face drawing closer and closer.

“Please, you aren’t even listening to me!”

A mix of panic, excitement and desire rushes through your veins, makes your eyes widen in sheer horror.

If your parents find out you were caught with a boy while actually, you are supposed to be a good student, you’ll be screwed. Especially when they found out which boy you were making out with…

Even though Gojo Satoru is considered the strongest jujutsu sorcerer of your timeline, your parents seem to hate him to the core.

“I don’t care that he’s your classmate. If you ever get involved with him more than necessary, you will leave this school without a second chance.”

You swallow hard. No, there is absolutely no doubt in the fact that your father made his point very clear.

But Satoru does as well. When he wraps his arms around your waist, he catches you just in time before your wobbly knees give in. No boy ever touched you like that, no other boy ever swept you off your feet like that. The butterflies in your stomach become almost unbearable while you can’t help but stare at his eyes.

Those oh so gorgeous eyes.

“I don’t want to hide my feelings for you any longer. Fuck your parents, fuck their threats. As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you.”

You let out your shaky breath you didn’t know you were holding.

And then your lips collide with his. Slowly and sweet at first until your very own longing becomes too much. You grab his back, pull him closer, allow him to access your mouth. He tastes like your favorite chewing gum and strawberries, so sweet that you cannot escape. Longingly, you allow him to suck on your bottom lip until a whimper escapes your lips. This is so much better than you ever imagined, so much sweeter than you ever dreamed of. There will never be a boy apart from Satoru who sweeps you off your feet like this, who makes you feel this way.

“Out of all boys, why does it have to be him, (y/n)?”

Your heart drops so suddenly that you feel like dying right on the spot. That low voice you know so well by now, that low voice that means nothing but trouble at the moment.

“S-sir…Yaga-sama I…I”

You fail to find the right words. In fact, all you are able to do is staring at him with glossy eyes and messy hair that reveal oh too painfully what you just did.

You crossed the line you promised your father not to. You came to the boy’s dorms even though you aren’t allowed to. And you got caught by your teacher doing so.

“Why does a nice girl like you waste her time with trash like Gojo?”, he continues.

“C’mon, you don’t have to be this me-“

“Please don’t tell my father!”

You let yourself drop to the floor, your head resting on top of your hands.

“I know it’s not my place to ask for something like that. But if you do…I will have to leave Jujutsu High.”

Thick silence hangs in the air, so quiet that you’re able to hear your tears fall onto the ground. You shouldn’t see Satoru anymore, should end this relationship before it started.

But truth is…you love him. Despite all the differences and your father’s hatred towards him, you love Satoru. You don’t want to leave him and Jujutsu High, you can’t stand the sheer fact of never seeing him again.

Still, it’s Yaga-sama’s job to inform your parents about your behavior, that you were caught in the boy’s dorm. And from there on there is no way out for you, no way to escape this fate.

“What are you talking about, (y/n)?”

Your teary eyes dart towards him immediately while you have to blink a few times in order to process what he just said.

“You caught me in the boy’s dorm with Satoru. It is your responsibility to inform my parents about that”, you reply with shaky voice.

“And risking that you’ll have to leave Jujutsu High? You’re the only useful student of this year and probably the only one who is able to tame this idiot down. I didn’t see anything today.”

“I am not an idiot”, Satoru protests with a sly grin.

“You can call yourself lucky a girl like (y/n) decided to keep up with you. I hope you won’t hurt her, Satoru. Or else, I might tell her father about it.”

And with that, he turns on his heels and walks aways as noiseless as he came, leaving both Satoru and you standing there bamboozled.

“So…what’s the worst your father would do to me?”

“Oh, he’d totally kill you if he found we made out”, you reply instantly.

Nanami Kento

“I might be gone for a few days, darling.”

Gently, he caresses your back the way he knows you adore it while wearing a saddened expression on your face.

“What mission takes a few days? Why aren’t they sending Gojo like they always do?”, you question with a pout.

You weren’t really able to meet up with your boyfriend Kento for what feels like ages. During work here at Jujutsu High, you aim to be professional, to not show each other affection. After all, this is your job and both of you take that very seriously. But now that you haven’t really seen each other after works for weeks, you can’t escape the urge to simply hug him, to feel his warmth and take in his masculine scent.

Kento breathes out audibly while stroking your hair. Truth is, he misses you like crazy. Despite his desperate attempts to stay away from you at Jujutsu High, he finds himself wrapping his arms around you as well.

“This is something serious. I can’t let the students go out on their own”, he mumbles against your forehead before placing a gentle kiss onto it.

Your stomach drops in excitement immediately. After weeks without affection, just a tiny kiss on your forehead seems to be enough to drive you wild.

“I get that. It just frustrates me a little”, you reply.

When your eyes find his, they are clouded by a feeling you know all too well. Time stands still when his grip around you tightens and his gaze drifts towards your lips. Your oh so longing lips that cannot wait to get kissed.

Without hesitation, you close the tiny gap between both of you. Even though you’re standing in the middle of a classroom at Jujutsu High, even though you both agreed on keeping your relationship out of work life.

You simply can’t right now. A swift motion is enough for him to lift you off the ground with ease while pressing your back against the cool wall. A whimper escapes your lips before you’re able to stop it, all senses directed towards him with your eyes closed by the sheer sensation.

“I missed you so much”, he breathes against your lips before continuing his sweet torture.

“Missed you as well…so…much…”

You allow your hungry hands to re-discover the valleys of his muscular back, his broad shoulders, his oh so perfect face. How are you supposed to stay away from a man like him longer than a few hours? Him with his character of gold, body of steel and brain?

“Nanami-sensei, I-…Oh.”

Your eyes dart open immediately and find a utterly surprised Yuji Itadori staring at you with his mouth open.

“Yuji, what are you doing here?”, you mumble while picking on your messy clothes in the most awkward way.

“Why didn’t I know that you two are a thing?”, the pink-haired boy continues, ignoring your lousy attempt to distract.

“Because this is our private life. Why are you here, Itadori-kun?”, Nanami replies in all seriousness.

“But…That’s awesome! You two go so well together! And I always thought that (y/n)-san is totally into you!”

“Watch your words, Itadori.”

“Yuji, can you please just…leave?”, you literally beg.

“Oh yeah, of course.”

“Wait, Itadori”, Nanami instructs the boy just when he’s about to leave the room.

“Don’t you dare to tell Kugisaki about anything you saw today.”

Yuji blinks a few times before nodding and leaving the room with a smile.

“He will totally tell her everything. You know that, right?”, you comment, still trying to catch your breath.

“Unfortunately, yes.”

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twinkletfout · 9 months ago

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𝑵𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 '𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈' ;)

t’s been too long, too long since he touched you. Too long since you touched him. Ah you were going crazy. You didn want to trouble him, he was always busy with work, you barely even see him.. by the time he's back home, you will be fast asleep. Even during the morning, He will be already getting ready to go to work. He would place a gentle kiss on your forehead before leaving to work.

Even Nanami knew that, during the days you wake up early, you could see his eyes lingering on you for a little too long and how his hands wrap around your waist to pull you closer to his groin. An unknown tension growing between the two of you, as the both of you crave for each other's touch. You tried to push that thought to a corner, you didn't want to burden him because of your selfish needs, you cannot do that, you tried and tried to hold yourself back. When you decide to take things in your own hands.

Laying down on the bed that both of you shared as you scooted more to the side he sleeps in, sliding your panties down halfway down your ankles, You were rather embarrassed for doing this, but you need to release this pent up need growing day by day. You were already wet, your finger running through the folds getting it wet with your slick. You turned your head to the side, taking in the scent of him on the pillow as you gently bit your lips. You grazed your throbbing clit, sending a shiver through your whole body. Gently picking up the pace as you rubbed it. Your other came up to pinch your nipples. You moaned loudly as you pleased, your slick dripping down to the bedsheet. As you started pumping your fingers inside, curving it to hit your sweet spot, but you needed more. Only he could reach there, you knew that as you increased the digits.

It was only the middle of the day, so you could take all the time in the world. Throwing the little clothing you had to the floor as you muffled your face into his pillow, pushing your ass up on your knees as you violently rubbed your core moaning his name again and again. “Haa,, pleassee, there! Right- there, kento!” Your voice slightly muffled, “kento, more- more hard—”

You were cut off guard by the sound of the bedroom door swinging open, your eyes widening at the flushed looking Nanami staring right on to your ass, his eyes glinting with desire as he loosened his tie, his other hand on the door knob. You quickly turned around to cover yourself under the blanket. “Kento, I—” you couldn't finish your sentence as he stomped over to you, “why didn't you tell me?” his voice was a little rough as he asked, he let the door fall closed as he approached the bed, undoing the buttons of his shirt with force as he looked you up and down.

Your face was going to explode from embarrassment as you tried to form words, “you seemed- uhh busy..” you somehow said as you looked away. He let out a heavy sigh as he climbed on the bed, on top of you until you were under him “god, you drive me crazy, you know that?” he leaned in to plant a kiss on your temple “‘m sorry, baby, forgive me?” he tugged on the blanket that covered you as you slightly nodded. He tugged again, “don't hide— don't hide from me now,” he said almost breathless. “Kento, its fine, I can-” you tried to explain yourself but he cut your words in half by crushing his lips onto yours. Your eyes widening as he flung the blanket away from your grasp. Revealing your naked form underneath him. He pulled away to examine you, the way your legs knit together to hide your wetness as you looked up at him with wide innocent eyes.

One of his hands came up to grip your thighs, pulling you closer to him as he widened your legs, as he ran his fingers through the folds of your cunt, “so wet f’me, huh?” Giving slow kisses around your inner thighs. Your back arched instinctevely for more. You could see him smirking in between your thighs as his lips wrapped around your clit, giving it a firm suck, earning a sweet moan from you as you threw your head into the pillow.

He continuesly finger fucked your sweet spot, coming on his mouth as he lapped up all your juices. You sank into the bed when he let go of you, panting.

“You dont think this is the end, right darlin?” he said as he straightened his posture, with a sly smirk on his face. He untucked his shirt, unzipped his pants. Revealing the visible dampness on his boxers. “Look what you do to me” he said, as he placed your hand on him, to feel him through the fabric “take care of me, will you?” you nodded your head at his request. You could feel him twitching inside the boxers, you gave a shallow squeeze, earning a groan from him as you gently sucked and kissed him through the cloth. “Don't tease me, love. I want this as much as you do” he panted. You gave a final kiss there, as his cock came free weighing down on your face. His face flushed when he looked down at the sight below him, “god you are so perfect” he mumbled,

His hands came to rest behind your head, as he slowly rubbed himself on your face before guiding it inside your mouth as he massaged the back of your head. Your mouth instinctively widened at his size, making more size as you took him in. You bobbed your head and kept kissing on his tip. He was already growing weak at the sight of you looking up at him like an innocent thing as you took it so well, “yes, baby just like tha— fuckkk” he felt your tongue swirling him, his hips jerk as he groaned loudly. “Slow, love— I don't want to cum. Yet” he says, his dick leaving your mouth with a pop sound

He got between your thighs once again, he gave a few kitten licks before inserting inside your hole, you felt yourself clenching onto his tongue as you moaned his name. “Ken- haa” he hummed at your plea. One of his hands played with your clit, determined to make you cum again. You looked up at your eyes full of pleasure as he felt your body tremble “im cummin’!!!” You moaned, Nanami felt like he was in heaven as he drank down all of your essence. When he finally sat up, he could see you clenching around nothing desperate for something, turning him on more. “Ken, haa- fuck— i want you, right now” you said out of breath, earning a smirk from him

Without a second thought, he thrusted inside you with a sheer force making your eyes roll back in your head. He rutted inside you with no break as you moaned his name, a faint apology not going unheard “i'm so sorry, love, i missed you too- haa please forgive me, mmnnn- i wont repeat this— augh- again!” your mind was filled with so much pleasure to pay attention to that, you lost count how much time he came inside you. Lord, you didn't even know how many times he made you cum. Even after all that, he was still apologising, rocking his hips as he covered you with gentle kisses.

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kingkaizen · 23 days ago

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𝔀𝓱𝓸'𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓶𝔂 𝓹𝓱𝓸𝓷𝓮?

∘ desc: phone sex w/ the jjk men <3

∘ ft: gojo, geto, nanami, + toji

∘ a/n: my first post since my hiatus ahhh! this was so fun to write and really helped me get back into things. i hope you enjoy!

∘ includes: nsfw, praise, degradation, mutual masturbation, voice kink

Gojo

➳❥ satoru cannot find a way to keep you off of his mind whenever you’re apart

➳❥ he’s utterly obsessed with you

➳❥ no matter the distance, he always wants to make sure you know how good you make him feel

You’re curled up on the couch, halfway through a movie, when your phone buzzes with a FaceTime request. Gojo’s name flashes across the screen. Your screen lights up with a view of him in his hotel room, shirt off and hair messy.

"Miss me yet?" he purrs, voice already dropping. "Because I’ve been thinkin’ about you all night… fuck." Although out of view, you can see his arm moving in a vertical motion, watching the way his cheeks flush as he stares you down.

Biting his lip, he eyes the thin tank top you're wearing. "Oh? You wore that for me, didn’t you? Shit…look at you."

You giggle, shifting under his gaze. He groans softly, brushing his thumb over is needy tip.

"Baby, touch yourself for me. I wanna hear how wet you get just from my voice."

You slide your hand between your thighs, heat pooling in your stomach. He watches, blue eyes dark with pure need.

"Yeah, that’s it. Just like that. You’re so good for me. I’ll ruin you the second I get home, princess. Count on it."

Geto

➳❥ suguru has such a calm aura to him that can draw you in from his voice alone

➳❥ his filthy words have a sweet edge that leaves you wanting more

➳❥ you can feel yourself hanging onto his every word

You’re settling in for the night when a call from your boyfriend comes through. Before you can get a sentence out, he interrupts, voice calm and low.

"Speaker. Lie back for me."

You do as you're told. His tone alone has your thighs pressing together.

"Slide your hand down. Slow. Just like I would."

Your breath catches as you obey, and you hear a soft groan on his end. Running your fingers over your clit, you apply light, almost a teasing amount of pressure just as he usually would.

"You’re so fucking good for me, you know that? Wish I had you under me, all spread nice and open. Make you cry with how good I make you feel. You would like that, right sweetheart?"

His words are filthy, his voice deep and commanding. You whimper his name, and he chuckles darkly.

"Not yet, baby. You don’t come until I say. Understand?"

When he finally lets you, your moan breaks into a cry. He's not far behind you, breathing heavy.

"My perfect angel."

Nanami

➳❥ kento is so needy for you

➳❥ he starts off so gentle, really taking his time and enjoying every whisper that comes through your lips

➳❥ he gets so much more demanding the more desperate he becomes

You’re finally home after a painfully long day at work. Ever since Nanami has been away, it’s been your routine to talk on the phone when you get home. Nanami calls you, his tie loosened and voice quiet.

"I shouldn’t be doing this, but I can’t stop thinking about you."

You smile, breath hitching. His voice is so needy as his words match the exact thoughts in your own head.

"Tell me how wet you are, darling. I need to hear you."

You tell him all about how often you think of him throughout the day, letting all of your dirty thoughts completely spill out of your mouth and into his ears. It’s not long until you’re whining his name, his self-control beginning to crack at every word.

"So beautiful when you beg. You’re such a good girl."

He guides you with hushed commands, voice dropping lower the closer you get.

"I want you to fall apart for me. Right now. Just from my voice."

When you do, he groans your name like a prayer.

"I can’t wait to come back home to you.”

Toji

➳❥ toji would be damned if he allowed distance to keep him from getting himself off

➳❥ as embarrassing as it may be, he can’t seem to do it without you

➳❥ something about hearing your whimpers through the phone really turn him on

Your phone buzzes with his name on the screen. You weren’t expecting a call from him this late, but you answer nonetheless.

"You alone? Good. I need you, now."

This is how he greets you, along with the slick sound of his fist stroking his cock.

"Slide those fingers down, slut. Imagine it’s my tongue."

He groans low as he gasp into the phone, eyes rolling at the thought.

"Fuck, I’d bend you over right now. Make you take all of me ‘til you cry. Your pretty pussy would like that, wouldn’t she?"

He loses it as he hears your moans, his name being uttered under your breath over and over. He tells you exactly how he’d fuck you, describing every angle, every noise, and every filthy detail.

"Bet you’re soaked already. You always get like this for me."

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pseudowho · 1 year ago

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The Silent Stars Go By

On the night of October 31st, Nanami Kento feels his death approaching. Knowing you are on the battlefield with him, and knowing he cannot die without showing you how he feels, he seeks you out...and subverts destiny.

Warnings: 18+, MDNI, "last night on Earth" smut, truly desperate, frantic, semi-public, Shibuya ending rewrite

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Nanami Kento knew he was to die, on October 31st.

He was no arithmancer. A pragmatist at heart with a mathematical streak, he had, however, carried his barely living friend to safety, found the bodies of many others, punched a young man to death, and lived to tell the tale. The numbers divined great danger ahead, and, by the time a pink-feathered songbird had sung the perish song of Satoru Gojo, Kento could not deny the maths.

Kento could suddenly see no distant future for himself, as he once could. And yet between then, and now, there was one stark similarity; what future Nanami Kento did see, contained only you.

Behind his eyes flashed a montage of memory-- of midnight laughter-filled dinners at the Konbi. Of shielding you in battle, and you shielding him in return. Of you sitting on his lap, stitching his wounds with utmost care, before your reverse-cursed technique had fully developed. Of falling in love with you, and denying himself joy for believing he may give you none.

Being around you was agony. Being away from you was worse.

"I'll be heading underground," he had intoned to Nitta and Nobara, taking in their girlish features for the last time with a stab through his belly, "after I catch up with someone. Stay safe. Don't sacrifice yourself."

He was a hypocrite. He knew this. He would walk to the gallows, proud, if only he could take you in his arms and cry his love for you, first.

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Looking out over the city, having heard Yuuji's cries for 'Nanamin' only a few minutes earlier, you did not know you were being desperately searched for by Kento. You had determined yourself to find and follow Yuuji, the boy without protection.

The night breeze whipped at you, unhindered by walls and trees, on the roof of one of Shibuya's tallest buildings. Turning to leave, you felt a familiar warmth approaching. The man you loved opened the stairwell door, squeaking on its pivot.

Missing his suit jacket and tie, with his sleeves rolled up, he thrummed with raw, uncontained power. Something feverish stormed within his eyes as he looked to you. His steps were slow, and considered. The quiet calm of his voice was deliberate, soft.

"Kento, what...what are you doing here? Is that blood? Oh god, you're bleeding-- let me heal you--"

"Stop. It isn't mine. Just listen for a moment."

"Isn't yours? Then one of the others? We should get them to Shoko--"

"--I need you to listen, now--"

"--we haven't got any time--"

"I love you." The air fell still; a puff of blossom in suspended animation. You had not realised you were holding your breath until Kento's steps caught up to you, and his hands grasped yours. A melancholic certainty rolled off him. Flicks of blond fell over his forehead, that fervour still gripping him; gripping you.

"I love you. You are the purest truth I know. The warmest light. Anything I am, and anything I could have been, is at your mercy, and always has been."

The gut-churning adrenaline you had felt for the fever-pitch of battle was suppressible, before Kento's impassioned promise. That dam broke inside you, and the terror and adoration and injustice heaved out of you in one great sob. You needed his body flush to yours. Public decency took a back seat. So many years of restraint and doubt slid away.

You looped your arms around Kento's neck, one hand grasping his shoulders, and the other sinking into the back of his hair. Kento almost broke, himself, but couldn't; not yet. He had to show you. Needed to show you.

You felt him pull your head away from his shoulder, and you resisted, until his fingers tangled in your hair, angling your head. You were nose to nose. You could feel his heart booming in his chest, fresh from a fight you had not witnessed.

"If this is my last chance," Kento whispered, his nose stroking yours, "will you let me take it?"

"...what...what do you know...that I don't? Kento--"

"Please." Kento growled, his teeth gritted. You felt the twitching contractions of his belly, his hardening cock pressing against you. You couldn't resist his need to control this, and take what he needed, even if you wanted to. Your breaths ached in your chest. Silent, glossy-eyed, you nodded.

Kento broke, possessing your lips in one shuddering kiss. His hands and body squeezed at your softly yielding hips, all-consuming, trying to overfill himself with any scrap of you he could take. He dominated the kiss completely, selflessly, as thoughtlessly altruistic as he had always been. He groaned, panting through the taste of you, his tongue sliding against yours. His cock wept inside his boxers-- it was all too much too much but not enough--

You mewled, little hands gripping onto his collar, sending thunder to Kento's core. Kento pulled away, cursing, feeling the need to know the scars that pleasure etched upon your skin. You were scorched by his touch, too pliable now to do anything but bend to his insistence.

In blood and brutality you sought each other, beacons in the night with stars as your witness. They looked on, disinterested, as if fate held any regard for the lives of mortals, over gods.

With time as his final remaining enemy, Kento pulled you to his lap, sitting with his back against the low wall overlooking the city. He knew for whom the bell tolled. He would see his duty done before the final chime, and he stared into you in your entirety. Though neither a painting nor an ivory box, he handled you with kid gloves.

You straddled his lap, unbuttoning his shirt, and he whispered, groaning and bucking up against your clothed sex as he watched your nimble fingers press his opened shirt apart. Running your hands in reverence down his bared chest and belly, he could not have loved you more than when he saw his own desperation reflected back at him.

In another life-- in any other world-- I--

He lifted you, enough for you to kick your jeans and underwear off, his teeth bared to feel your core press against his aching cock. He spoke through your kisses, a fractured sentence punctuated by his apologies.

"I didn't-- didn't prepare-- no protection-- I can't-- can't stop-- please don't make me stop." He begged, reaching down to hook his cock out. You silenced him with one hand wrapped around his rigid length, and Kento stilled with a hiss.

--take you to dinner first, I'd show you the world-- fill you with its beauty before I fill you with mine--

"Don't care--" You insisted against his neck, "--don't care...need to feel you." Kento almost sobbed with relief to feel you hold him, stroking the head of his cock between your glistening folds. You let his cockhead and slit catch over your clit, shivering, intoxicated by the way he watched you with one hand splayed across your belly, the other on your hip, and blown pupils. He bucked his hips, needy, full of baleful possession.

--and we'd have a Victorian glasshouse with a garden you'd love-- and you'd plant wildflowers while I do the laundry--

Grasping your hips with a snarl as you stroked his cockhead down, Kento impaled you downwards onto him, the moment his cock notched at your entrance. You squeaked, pussy clenching with the sudden blissful invasion, your squirming making you sink lower. Kento felt a telltale throb of impending orgasm in his belly, and he was certain if you clenched one more time--

Your pussy full to the brim, you instinctively bucked downwards. Feeling Kento belly-deep, his trembling fingers dropped to your clit, and you felt Kento's abs twitching beneath your splayed hands. Feeling two clever fingers bracketing your clit and rolling from side to side, you squeezed him, milking his cock and locking him inside you.

--all the late nights and early mornings and train rides and arguments in sickness and health for richer for poorer--

"--love you-- I love you too." You sobbed into his chest, loose and warm against him. Kento saw stars, coming with a shout, thick ropes of cum spurting into you. Looking up at the euphoric agony on his face, and his fingertips bruising your ass as they pinned you down around him, satisfied you spiritually, in a way so alien to you.

You rolled your hips, drinking down every part of him. The long, powerful contractions of his cock inside you, his stilted low moans, his gasps of pleasure as your tight gloved heat continued to stroke him. Starved for him, desperate for more, you rode Kento to frantic overstimulation.

--so unfair this is so unfair, die for you like you'd die for me like I'd die for you like you'd die for me--

You realised with a happy squirm that he hadn't yet removed his glasses or harness. With his shirt trapped against his shoulders, and his lens steamed, fucking upwards and thrashing his head from side to side beneath you, you couldn't stop yourself. You felt the fullness of his creamy load still plugged deeply inside you, and pushed hard against him. Kento cursed, paralyzing you with a hushed roar of agony, and a hand grasping your throat.

"--asked you to make love to me-- not kill me-- but shit, if this is how we go, just take me with you-- take me with you--"

His fingers had never left your clit, now rolling it insistently, until you were the one wriggling and desperate. Still being stuffed with his cock and cum made your pleasure three-dimensional, and Kento's half-hard length began to stir to life again, still high off the adrenaline of punching a man to death. He growled at you with gritted teeth.

"--beautiful...good girl...not done with you yet...shit, keep it in, keep it all in...take me with you...please--"

With half lidded eyes, you grasped Kento's forearm. His hand still braced you with exquisite tenderness around the throat, a necklace instead of a noose. His second hand worked frantically against your clit while you moaned and begged above him, still speared on his cock, feeling him lengthen and thicken again inside you. You whimpered and keened, and Kento committed you to memory, just like this. He would close his eyes in his final moment, and see you, breaking like spun sugar above him, no sweeter sound than his name on your lips.

--bake for you on Sundays, and the bread would always burn, because we'll be too busy--

Kento continued stroking you, pressing kisses onto your forehead as he guided you down from your high. Cautiously starting to roll his hips up again, he moaned at the slick sucks of his cock sliding through his cum and yours. Unthreading his shirt through his harness, Kento threw it to the ground, before lying you down on top of it.

Otherwise fully dressed, with dried stains of blood rusted over his chest and back, Kento bore over you like a vengeful god. Here to take his spoils, he still handled you like glass, resting your head on one of his planted forearms, with a hand under the small of your back to protect you from the floor.

"...I've wanted you for so long-- you don't even know--"

"I knew." Kento faltered. His anguish at leaving you for certain death sharpened, with the sudden knowledge of past chances untaken. His heart clenched, aching down his arms, steeling himself. He couldn't help but lean into your hand, cupping his jaw.

Nuzzling his nose to yours, Kento melted at your smile twinkling up at him. He smiled back, suddenly bashful, lopsided with crinkling eyes, before biting down on one lip and slamming his cock down into you. Your gasp shook through you, clawing into the harness across his chest and shoulders, hearing Kento swear with pleasure at the intensity of a second round.

Kento barely pulled out, wrapped in your arms and tight cunt. He almost spat with anger at the simultaneous need to savour you, and the need to leave, knowing he could not have both. Duty to you held the greater weight and, feeling another orgasm creep through his back and balls far too quickly, he slowed.

Completely engulfed by the enormity of him, you stared up at Kento, made submissive under his emotional insistence, the thick aching stretch of him sheathed inside you. Your back arched off the ground with a guttural moan when Kento slowed, dragging himself through your core from ball to tip in long, languid thrusts, the whole length of his cock glistening with gluey white seed.

He swore he could feel every ridge of you, the mind-altering bend of his cock as it moulded to the curve inside you. He needed you to carry the shape of him forever, an unremovable flesh-memory. Something had changed in him as you carded your fingers through his hair, whispering praises to him, to try to hold him together.

Kento looked drunk. His eyes were distant and hyperfocused all at once, his breaths and groans gruff, his voice gravelly with emotion as his mouth muffled against your shirt.

"--sorry, I...can't move my hands...hurt you, I--" Kento grasped your shirt between his teeth, ragging his head from side to side with a growl to lift it up over your breasts. He did the same to your bra, gripping the cups to yank your breasts free. They bounced out, full and peaked under his hot, frantic breaths.

Kento nosed at them, pulling his cock from you slowly, only to slam back into you with enough force to leave you writhing and whimpering. His mouth and nose played with your breasts, nudging, sucking and biting, hungry and obsessive. Something primal glimmered in his green glass-concealed eyes, as your mounds jiggled every time he fucked into you. The visual stimulus of you spread beneath him, your tight pussy slick with his cum, doe-eyed and completely willing, sent him spiralling towards his high.

"God I wish I--wish I could stay-- more than anything...cum with me, please please please--"

His thrusts became frantic, rough and sloppy with no warning. Kento's eyes darted from your face, to your breasts and pussy, and back again, drinking in the shock and ecstasy plastered over your face. You were trapped within the humid embrace of him, erotically overstimulated by his smell, his desperation, the constant stroke of his weeping cockhead against your spongy soft spot.

You didn't realise how close you were to orgasm until his position shifted, his trimmed honey-gold trail now rubbing against your clit. Clinging onto him, and rubbing upwards to meet his thrusts, you begged for Kento to help you. Your begging was Kento's last straw, and he gasped, his seed slugging out in lazy, creamy trickles against your overstuffed cervix and pussy.

Barely able to see straight, Kento kept rubbing his rigid pelvis against you, gruff and messy while you felt the drag of pleasure through you, softer than bare feet through hot sand. Kento whispered to you, sweat mingling on your foreheads pressed together; "...don't regret a thing...won't regret a minute-- wish this was different...deserve more..."

Panting in each others embrace, the dreadful horror of reality seeped back into you both. You could hear cries in the distance, the rumble of battles. You fought an unwinnable fight. Silent, and pensive, you jolted out of your reverie to hear Kento groan above you, reluctantly pulling his softening cock free. He knelt, dewy-eyed, watching the gluey drip of his cum from you, moaning and shivering as he held his half-hard cock, nudging the cum back inside with his tip.

The sudden emptiness almost made you weep. You felt the same terrible foreboding emanating from him as you had when he arrived on the rooftop. Kento smiled down at you, heartfelt and reassuring, pressing a folded pocket handkerchief to you before pulling your underwear back on over it. He kissed you delicately, from toe to knee while you giggled, before planting one lazy kiss and nuzzle onto your belly. You grasped his head there, scratching gently at his scalp with your fingernails.

"Stay with me, Kento. Just stay." You pressed, knowing in your gut that his decision was already made. His sigh creaked the leather of his harness with broad, corded tugs of his shoulders.

"They need help, underground. I'm one of the few First Grades available. It's only right that I go down there."

Kento's words, as always, rang with decisive finality. Before you could begin to talk again, he interrupted you smoothly.

"You will not come with me."

"You can't stop me."

"Shoko needs you. Your reverse cursed technique is second only to hers, and she's in need of support. It's the proper thing to do."

You squirmed with guilt, knowing you would choose to let Shoko suffer over Kento. Kento glowered down at you, stern, as if he hadn't just fallen apart inside you. You swallowed, a coil of doubt inside your belly.

"...don't be a hero, Kento." Kento frowned as if he didn't understand, and you insisted. "Don't be a hero. Get yourself out first. I mean it." Kento hesitated, looking out over the city lights, the breeze ruffling his mussed hair. He pulled his shirt back on, threading it under his harness.

"...alright." He lied. He paused. You both stood, sticky with each others' cum cooling between your legs. Nuzzling nose to nose, it felt so surreal to have to toss aside post-coital softness, in exchange for the cold embrace of battle.

"Go to Shoko," Kento whispered against your lips, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear, "and help her. Please. Do as I say."

"Promise you'll come back to me." You hushed into his kiss, beseeching him. He softened, deceptively reassuring, while hearing his clocktower chime.

"Always. I'm all yours. Always." Planting one lingering kiss to your forehead, you watched Kento's retreating back, his figure disappearing down the stairwell.

You wondered if you'd ever trust anyone other than Kento, over your own instincts.

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Shoko was surprised to see you, her cigarette drooping as she raised her thick, dark eyebrows.

"Kento told me you wanted me." You insisted. Shoko shot Yaga one questioning look. Yaga shrugged, arms folded.

"We haven't spoken to Kento all evening." Shoko assured. You felt a flash of panicked rage in your gut, knowing he'd lied to you. Knowing he was taking himself to an unwinnable battle. You grabbed Shoko by the arm.

"Where are they? His team? Where is he?"

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Kento was bloodied, missing an arm of his shirt, his vision obscured by the incessant bleed of a head wound. Pushing out of Dagon's domain, he knew he was exhausted, already skirting his limit. He felt a monstrous wave of Cursed energy, so much deadlier than his own.

A volcano-headed Curse approached him, its hand outstretched and hovering over Kento's abdomen. Naobito and Maki already smouldered in agony, and Kento felt the sickening weight of failure in his chest He had only a moment to protect himself, and he may have coated his body in Cursed-energy in its entirety, had he not filled his death-sentenced mind with thoughts of you.

He expected fire and flames...and felt you. When he protected his right half, you had arrived at the edge of a knife blade, and protected his left. The volcano-headed Curse faltered, stepping back with a scowl.

Kento looked down at you, knelt at his side in a braced position. His clock stopped chiming, in a moment of twisted fates reserved previously for the gods alone. He considered that you were, perhaps, a goddess, and he may be your vassal. You looked up at him, bristling with rage, and Kento's heart swelled.

"I'll tell you off later. For now...we have a fight to finish."

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By the end of the night, Itadori Yuuji had gained a brother and retained a beloved father figure. Nanami Kento cast his eyes over Choso with a hum of resignation, considering he may have another boy to look after, too. The patch-faced curse who may have been his executioner in another life, met its end. He witnessed an old friend who was not an old friend, cast a battle royale over the length of Japan.

Gazing in mute horror over the devastation left behind, Kento felt a hand slip into his own. His ears flushed red. He cleared his throat.

"I'm-- I'm so sorry--"

You laughed, your hands over your face. Kento's eyes glimmered with mirth. He plaited his fingers in yours, pressing a kiss to your knuckles, mumbling against them.

"My hero."

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wxxpingangxls · 1 year ago

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LINKS 🤗🩷~

i genuinely believe this speaks for itself - Toji, Armin, Shinji, Kisuke, Ony

men who finger your cunt until your spraying all over the floor place, commenting about how he hears your cunt talking to him - Geto, Choso, Aki, Shui Kong, Ishida

men who can’t wait till you get home to fuck you so fucks you hard in the car, having you scream into the night sky - Toji, Sukuna, Renji, Connie, Geto

men who squirm and try to get you off them because it’s just too much for him, he simply cannot take it - Gojo, Armin, Toji, Renji, Ishida, Madarame

men who position you so he can make sure he reaches deep into your cunt so he can stuff you full off his cum - Gojo, Ony, Geto, Ishida

men who have you spraying like a damn water fountain on his hefty cock - Toji, Reiner, Sukuna, Kenpachi, Grimmjow, Ulquiorra

men who continue to eat from the back despite your squirming, thriving off your sensitivity - Toji, Kenpachi, Geto, Choso, Connie

men who let you use his face for nothing but your own pleasure - Kenpachi, Toji, Choso, Nanami, Kishibe

men who are so good to you and are utterly obsessed with your boobies - Choso, Ichigo, Geto, Aki, Armin, Ishida, Kisuke

men who love making you feel all 6 inches of his fingers, splashing your mess all over yourself - Gojo, Nanami, Uruhara, Ulquiorra, Kenpachi, Jean, Reiner

i’ll update when i find more links😊

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jaegerbby · 2 months ago

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➳ someone older: chapter three

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 7010

╰┈➤ rundown; you can’t have everything you want but you definitely can’t have your best friend’s dad.

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), oral sex (female receiving, he literally loves to eat pussy), mentions of family issues, some jealousy (a really teeny tiny bit), protected sex, mentions of a size difference, mating press, marking (scratches). yuji is in here for 2 seconds.

| chapter 4 (tba) |

"i mean look at her, she's gorgeous." yua swipes through pictures of an older woman. "and dad went to dinner with her the other night." she seems overjoyed.

"i wouldn't mind if they got together. i always tell him he's only getting older and i think he should find someone. i don't want him to be lonely when i move out, you know?" you can only muster a shaky nod with a muted hum in understanding.

all you can think about is nanami going out with someone his age, someone he can show off proudly. it would be easier for him to be with her but you?

you are too difficult.

she sounds perfect for him, perhaps she already is because he even took her on a date.

nanami cannot do that with you.

the only thing he can offer you is constant reminders of how wrong you and him would be even when he kissed you. even when he had your taste on his tongue.

none of it means anything.

you know it is not your place to be mad at him.

after all, you are just his daughter's best friend.

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nanami is very perceptive.

you do not avoid him but he notices how your eyes never seem to go to him. not anymore.

he notices how quickly you head to yua's room when you come over. he is far too aware of the lack of a smile on your face when he enters the room because it was never that way before.

he has not been alone with you in a long time. it is for the better, right?

the hollowness in his chest that even deep breaths are unable to fill says otherwise. it weighs on him every hour of the day. he finds himself alone in his bed wondering why you changed.

he knows it is his fault. this is what he wanted. this is how it should be.

you think the same even though letting nanami go has torn your heart to bits.

you were doing so well until now.

because nanami is temptation and you are a sinner.

all you can hear is music ricocheting in your head but all you can see is him.

nanami is here to pick you up.

well, he is here for his daughter.

yua is tipsy but she knew her dad would come for her so it does not matter how much she drank at the party. she slumps in the passenger seat, her eyes shut.

nanami reaches over to fix her seatbelt and you fidget. the longer you look at him the more your chest aches. he already has someone, it is all you can think about.

he stares at you expectantly.

"aren't you coming inside?" his voice is so mellow. it floods your ears, it is all you want to hear.

your lips part, you want to say yes. you want to go with him.

"yn!" a boyish voice calls, it does not take long for him to reach you. his hand settles on the bare skin of your waist, he stands closer than he should but nanami realises you do not push him away.

in fact, you seem to lean closer to him. it creates an irate feeling in nanami, one he does not like. he has never seen the boy before, he does not recall him being on of your or yua's friends so why are you this comfortable with him?

"ready to head out?" he asks before glancing at the car. "oh, hey. you're yua's dad? yuji itadori, nice to finally meet you sir." he extends his hand but nanami can only focus on him touching you. still he shakes his it, gripping tighter than he should.

you swallow hard, his question sits heavy on your mind. you do not want to make it hard for him. maybe your advances were purely immaturity and his rejection was genuine.

you have to forget about him. it does not matter that his lips fit perfectly with yours or how eager his tongue was inside you.

it does not matter how he makes you feel because ignoring it is the ideal choice. you need to ignore how kind he is, how happy he makes you and everything he does to make you feel okay. you need to lock it away.

you notice the furrow of his brows. you do not want to hear him talk.

your heart cannot bear it.

"yeah, let's go." you tell yuji, "bye, nanami." you shakily wave.

he has to watch you skitter off in a too tight top and a too short skirt with a boy hanging onto your side. he has to drive off without you.

despite every bit of him protesting.

nanami watches you leave and he lets you go.

that is the right thing to do.

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kento is calling.

his name is kento on your phone, that in itself crosses so many lines.

"hi." you beg and plead with your heart to stay calm. you might as well tell it to stop beating because never having nanami felt like that.

"hello. are you okay?" his deep voice fills your ears over the speaker.

"yes."

"i'm outside." you can hear him. not just through your phone.

"where?"

"at your house." your heart shakes in your chest. you hear him.

he is on the other side of the door. you reach for the handle, you just got home. you have not locked it yet but here you are tugging it open, all you can see is nanami.

his scent invades your senses, his eyes trail over you. he looks disheveled, he looks stressed out.

your heart is anything but calm.

he lowers the phone from his ear. "can i come in?" you nod without realising. nanami does not wait for you to give him space, this time he invades yours. his large form brushes along you as he steps into your house.

you feel him, in a way you have before.

his chest is firm muscle and you swear you do not breathe for every second his body is in contact with yours.

his back and shoulders are broad, he looks too big for this little house. he looks too big for you.

"i'm sorry for the mess." you scurry behind him, you almost bump into him when he stops abruptly.

he faces you, so close that your chests are brushing. your head is tilted back to look up at him, he takes up so much space.

"you don't have to say sorry to me." his hand cups your cheek, caressing you gently. your body keens into him more.

you are doe eyed admiring him, your feet inch closer. even as you do it, he touches you. his fingers coaxes over your pulse. they stay there like he needs to memorise every beat of your heart.

"you look so pretty." he hums softly. your back arches at the sound of his voice. your body finally meets his.

you are so easy for him. you breathe him in and he lingers in your system. he alters the chemistry of your brain.

"why are you here?" you quietly ask. you do not know if you should say his name. you so boldly claimed that right before but things have changed.

he cannot be yours when he belongs to someone else.

his name begs and pleads to fall from your lips. it strains on your tongue. it seems like you are the only one that is meant to say it so you do. "kento."

nanami's finger grazes your cheek before he tucks your hair behind your ear. "i let some boy take you home when i should have. i don't know what kind of person he is or if he drives safely but i left you alone."

"i said i would go with him." your hands itch to be on him, they crave to hold him.

"you didn't mean it. i know you didn't." you wish he was not able to read you so easily. you wish you could put up a bigger fight but you fall apart where he is involved. "you wanted me to take you home, right?"

"it doesn't matter who drove me. i'd still be here." and this is not home. it never felt like it.

"i asked you if you wanted me to take you home?" his hands stroke your cheeks, his glasses slips down his nose bridge as he leans closer.

you know he means his house. the same house you find yourself too comfortable in but that is not where you belong. not in his house, not with him.

it is hard to swallow. your lips tremble and your eyes sting with tears. it is not where you belong but you want it to be. you wish it was.

"i did." your voice cracks.

"i'm sorry i left you." he holds your face so gently. he feels too right on you. he feels like he is meant to be yours.

"i didn't want to go with him, i wanted you." the tears seem endless. you think you will always want nanami.

"i know. i'm sorry, sweetheart." you body shakes with a sob. you swear you will collapse but nanami is there to gather you in his arms and pull you against him.

you cry so much it tears his heart apart. your hands find his shirt, gripping the fabric as your tears seep into it.

nanami is the only one who rids you of that contentious lonely feeling.

he cradles you against him. his hands glide over your skin like he needs to touch you all over before he secures an arm around your shoulders. the other threads in your hair and you press your face into his chest more.

you swear nothing can hurt you when you are with him. when he holds you like this nothing will get to you.

your body trembles against him and nanami only holds you tighter. he lets out a sound of frustration, he does not like when you are crying but he does not tell you to stop.

he wants to be there for you, when you feel like you are about to break. he wants to be someone you can depend on.

he leans down to press soft kisses to your cheek, you hug him tighter. there is no space between you but somehow, you wish you were closer.

you pull back suddenly, your cheeks coated in tears and an annoyed expression on your face. "who is she?"

nanami looks clueless. you huff in exasperation, "the woman you went to dinner with. who is she?"

"is that why you were mad at me?"

"i wasn't mad! answer me." his fingers splay on your skin like he wants to hold more of you. he brings you in further and his strength is impossible to resist.

"i didn't go to dinner with her. it was a company dinner." you let your immaturity get the best of you.

"oh."

a smile crosses his face and you can see the fine lines around his eyes. "now, who is he?"

"he's a friend, he's just touchy. it's nothing like that."

kento pinches your nose, "well, i didn't like it." he leans down, forehead pressing to yours. "i care. i care if you find someone else and i know it's selfish to think you won't." there has never been a more vulnerable moment than now.

"i promise i won't." not as long as he exists. your heart would never want anyone else.

"can i kiss you?" he asks as if you would ever tell him no. your arms wrap around his broad shoulders to pull him into you. this kiss is different.

this kiss has no restraint. not after you waited for so long.

nanami feels like a daydream, his kisses are soft and they seem unreal. his cologne seeps into your senses the same way he has sunken into your bloodstream.

you whine into his mouth, pressing against him more. you feel hard muscle, every inch of him is.

his touch leaves heat on your body as he reaches for your waist. there is too much desire building within you, when his grip tightens it becomes unbearable.

"you're so gorgeous." yua called that woman gorgeous but here nanami saying it to you.

"you are too." you breathe out softly. you skim over his messy hair to his lips that you just kissed. "that's why i always look at you."

it makes you shy to have him this close, it is hard to meet his eyes when you are this flustered.

your fingers coax along his skin because it feels surreal to touch him so freely. you were deprived of this for far too long.

"i think you're everything. you're everything to me." nanami's heart does not feel like his anymore, it feels like yours. he has not felt like this in years. so many years that it feels completely new.

he needs to think but he cannot seem to do that in your presence.

"you always do this to me." you decimate his resolve. "i can't stay away from you." not when you are his and he is here to be yours in the same way.

nanami kisses you desperately. you can feel it in his hands holding you close, in the urgency as he claims your mouth like he has before. he puffs a breath only to pull you back in and kiss you harder. you want to sink into his soul because he has embedded himself in yours.

his tongue languidly moves over yours, he kisses until you whine into his mouth and you are so overwhelmed it is written all over your body.

you pressing your thighs together, your back arching to press against him more. you wonder if he can feel how you pulse all over because of him, how your nipples have perked up and your body has grown hotter.

"kento, i need you." you huff against his lips before pecking them repeatedly. your fingers caress his jaw and he hums. "can you touch me?" you have asked him that before.

this time he does not refuse you.

it is not long before you find yourselves in your bedroom, although far too many kisses were exchanged along the way.

you are perched at the edge of your bed, nanami has never seen a prettier sight than you staring up at him with wide eyes. too much skin exposed for him to see. it rids him of any self control.

his glasses are neatly sitting on your desk and he pulls his shirt off, this is the first time you are properly seeing him bare. he is standing in front of you looking like a dream come true and though he is all hard muscle there is still softness to his body.

your are staring, hard. from broad shoulders to full pecs to every ridge of his toned body.

you focus on his pronounced muscles then your gaze finds the trail of hair on his stomach.

you did not think it was possible to be more turned on. your mouth meets his stomach, pressing wet kisses to his skin and nanami breathes slowly in contentment.

"you're stunning." he hums. you are too good for him. you are better than he deserves. he caresses your hair and having pretty you looking up at him is only making his cock harder.

your hands coax over his back, nails scrapping across his skin before they start undoing his belt. you open his pants enough to reveal the bulge straining against his boxers.

all the air seems to leave his lungs when you mouth at his covered cock. your slick tongue laves over his swollen erection and your face is practically nuzzled against it.

"can i?" your finger hooks on the band of his boxers, still so close that he can feel your warm breath.

he finds it hard to resist such a tempting offer when you have that look on your face. he can see how much you want him.

nanami wants you too.

his palms are rough from the life he lived, they brush your hair before gripping your chin to tilt your head back.

"one day. one day you'll take me in this little mouth and show me what it feels like. you'll show me how tight this throat is and i'll be more obsessed with you. but we won't do that today. i want to take care of you because you're my baby, aren't you?"

"i am. i'm your baby" you quip immediately. he flashes you that smile, one that you want reserved for you only.

he leans down to wrap an arm around your waist, bringing you higher on the bed before he leans over you. his scent engulfing you, his proximity only destroying you more.

all you remember is the last time you were under him.

"i've been thinking about you, like this." his voice lowly rasps. "wanted to do it right."

you can feel his touch warming you throughout as he reaches for the hem of your top. nanami's breath grows laboured when his eyes find your breasts.

mesmerised is an understatement. his mouth encloses around your nipple, the bud sensitive and desperate for attention. you lowly hum at the feeling, his finger tweaking the other as his hot tongue laves over it.

he grunts, his mouth audacious as he kisses you and his thumbs hurriedly tug your skirt and panties off.

"i need to have you in my mouth." you have been on his mind endlessly since that day he had your essence staining his tongue and infiltrating his senses. you are his addiction and he has not had his fix in far too long.

"please." you writhe, your legs part almost instinctively. he leaves sweet touches down your body before he settles near your cunt.

nanami wonders what good he did in a past life that brought him here. he feels completely undeserving of seeing your pretty pussy all ready for his taking.

he focuses on slick folds, glistening under warm light. delicate and inviting. your pussy all swollen and plump. he appreciates the sight of your unfucked cunt because he wants to see it after he is finished.

he wants to know what your slit will look like after he finally takes her.

"kento, what are you waiting for?" you quip.

"so impatient." his narrow eyes flit to you before he leans down and moist lips kiss your buzzing clit "i was just admiring you."

he swears he can smell your cunt, he swears she is begging him to have her.

his tongue drags across your clit, your hips tilt at the feeling. kento spreads open your folds, your plush pink insides meeting his eyes. he wants to feel it wrapped around him.

his eyes are on you when his tongue dips into your walls, he has no more restraint. no, his jaw hangs and his slippery tongue is shoved as deep as it can go within your sopping hole. it is hot, it heats your insides up and you swear your cunt is clenching around his sticky tongue as it drags along your insides.

you can feel a lascivious warmth within you, your moans growing louder the longer his tongue is shoved into you over and over.

it is like nanami is drinking every bit of liquid seeping from your pussy.

his tongue slips out but his mouth quickly finds the bundle of nerves twitching right in front of him. one finger prying apart your gummy slit before nanami slowly pumps it in and out of your cunt.

his other hand settles on your stomach, the wide expanse of it cover you as he stretches you out.

"you're so tight sweetheart. how are you going to handle it?"

a high pitched whimper leaves you when another finger is prodding your weeping hole and it is slipped to the knuckle.

"you'll make it fit, kento." you whine. you are losing all your senses and all your composure. nanami sucks on your clit before rolling the bud with his tongue. his fingers pump in and out of you slowly, curling when he has them pressed deep inside.

your pretty cunt keeps clenching.

"yeah? you'll take every inch even though you'll be so stretched you'll go dumb?"

you bob your head without hesitation. your hips bucking craving more and more.

you are so greedy.

nanami will indulge you. always.

"then we'll have to loosen you up, huh baby?"

his fingers speed up, slamming into your dripping pussy, you cover him with copious amounts of fluid. he wonders how you could be this wet. your cunt is leaking sticky liquid like a running faucet. it stains his skin and drips down to your ass.

"you're doing so good." he hums, thumb stroking your clit. his rough fingertip deliciously grinding against you. "my beautiful girl."

you whine. your hands finding his hair. his eyes are on you, you wonder what kind of disheveled mess he has reduced to you. if only you knew how entranced he is at the sight of you.

he pounds his fingers into your cunt, your body twitching at his ministrations. his fingers hit deeper than you ever could, they sink deep enough to send pleasure to every inch of your body.

he makes your eyes roll and your thighs jump.

you swear you are struggling to keep your legs apart the longer he slams into your puffy cunt.

you have never been this wet and controlling your hips has never proven more difficult.

your pussy is gushing, it is splattering liquid with every time she receives a rough filling. the sounds of wet squelches meet his ears and nanami grunts in approval.

"kento. feels amazing." you whine, you want to look at him. you want to see him with his fingers deep in your pussy. you want to look at him between your legs and far too drunk on the scent of your cunt but your eyes are rolling back.

your stomach feels tight with desire. you feel like nanami has bound you up in his spell and you would not have it any other way.

the longer he pulls you apart, the more he fills you the more that feeling in your stomach builds. your back arches off the bed, his fingers only going faster and his rolls of your stilted clit grow rougher.

you jolt when he pulls out and his tongue messily laps at your pussy. slipping between your folds and tasting every bit of essence you offer him. you gain enough composure to glance down at nanami bobbing his head as he shoves his slick tongue into you. his brows furrowed, his nose slightly scrunched because he has his jaw dropped and almost you entirely in his mouth.

it is unbearable.

that feeling deep in you only intensifies. your cunt squeezing and pulsing.

"ken." you mewl and you jolt when you feel the way nanami lowly groans into your gushy mound.

it is the first time you have ever called him that. his cock is growing needier. it is aching to be released. it is aching to be seated deep in this hole that is leaking all over his tongue.

you tug at his hair and any other guy would be phased by it but this is kento.

and he is not like those boys you were with.

he is much different.

kento is a man. even as you wetly moan and your thighs attempt to squeeze together he relents.

his tongue fills you with vigor.

"t'much, ken. fuck, fuck. feels too good." nanami looks far too pussy drunk for a man who is always so composed. the pristine and put together image he had dissolves to nothing when he has a taste of your pussy.

he is absolved of any self preservation. too lost in your tight little pussy. he is too intoxicated by your taste. he has been ever since the last time.

he is eating away at your sopping cunt with no restraint.

nanami is drinking from you. he is lapping at your pussy like a man who has been left in a desert and you are the sweetest oasis.

he has not left your clit alone. no, he has been inflicted precise strokes to your sensitive bud.

"ken. i'm g'na cum!" he only seems more encouraged by your aggressive tugs at his hair. his eyes look up at your blissed out expression and truthfully he craves to know what it is like having you cum on his tongue.

he has punished himself long enough. he needs to have it, he needs to feel, see and taste it.

your head is a mess, as much of a mess as you are. you voice is broken by moans and your hips will not stop riding against his tongue.

your chest is heaving with pants and your entire body is shaking.

you try to be coherent but you are grasping at straws for self control.

his sodden tongue pulls out, your cunt messy with saliva and endless wetness. sticky strands connect him to you and stain his chin.

"cum for me. cum on my tongue, baby." his voice has only grown lower and raspier. it destroys every part of your brain because when he nanami fills you again, your cunt squelches loudly before clamping down.

your toes curl and your thighs flex, your back arches off the bed and your hands knot in his hair. it feels too good. he feels too good.

you cry as your pussy creams, your plush insides tightening and releasing and nanami is swallowing every drop.

he laps at your cunt with reckless abandon. you are far too sensitive still shaking with your orgasm but the weight of his tongue licking you clean outweighs it.

your legs lax against the bed and nanami presses a too sweet kiss against your slit before he is over you again.

"how was that? was it okay?" his handsome face still has you all over it. you are too flustered to think coherently.

"okay? ken, that was insane." you have never came that hard. "kiss me."

he is bemused by your antics but his mouth finds yours. your legs wrapping around his narrow waist and tugging him in.

he made sense. he fit too perfectly on you.

the thickness of his covered cock is pressed to your pussy. nanami groans into the messy kiss when your hips grind upwards.

his hands are so large, gripping your bare skin and holding you close.

"you really taste great." his noses nudges yours. "drives me crazy."

"you drive me crazy too. you know how to use your mouth, old man." he pursues his lips. his glimpses over your pretty face. he wants to see you cum again. he wants to see your face when he is inside you.

"you're lucky i like you, darling."

"i know." you softly say. your arms still wrapped around him like you are scared someone will take him away. you feel like this is a dream and you are desperately fearing the moment it is ripped from you.

nanami will not let it happen.

"do you want to stop?" he strokes your face. the sincerity in his eyes makes your heart pound.

"no. i want more." you want more than kisses and hugs. you want more than him eating your cunt and your cum on his tongue. "i want you to keep going."

you want more of him.

from him.

you want to do more to him.

"once i know what you feel like inside, once i have you, i'll want it all the time. i'll want it everyday. you think you can give that to me?" he rasps into your shared air and you swear it takes your breath away.

"yes. you know i would." your words are drawn out and pitched up.

"do you have condoms?" he slowly shifts off of you, his hands on your hips while he kneels between your legs.

"in the last drawer." you point towards the dresser and nanami leaves you with a soft touch to your face.

you stare at him with the prettiest eyes when he stands at the foot of the bed. your body is exposed for his gaze to adore. to trail over every curve and etch it into his brain.

his hands slip into the waist band of his pants and when nanami's cock is finally freed it bobs up to tap his stomach. it is swollen and big and everything he said was true.

if he put his cock over your face it would be go over your head.

it only makes you wetter. it only makes your insides pulse with the urge to have him stretching you wide.

"s'big, ken." you whine. it is thick too. it looks like it will hurt and you need it so badly.

his cock is hefty. it is veiny and his blushy tip is leaking. the head is all bulbous and swells a bit more than the base. you want it in your mouth. you want it in your pussy.

you want it all at once.

"s'gna hurt so good, ken." you mewl into his face when he climbs over you again.

"you say such naughty things." his kiss swollen lips tip into a smile. his voice is as airy as yours.

"fuck me." he kisses you hard when the words escape your mouth, smacking the heavy tip of his cock against your clit a few times.

some part of you is craving his bare cock nestled in your walls even though you are not on birth control. you cannot do it but you wish you could feel him raw.

"i will, baby. just be patient." he nudges your nose but your face is already set in that pouty expression.

nanami is gorgeous. truly he is. his muscles bulge and the glint of sweat only emphasises it more. he is messy blonde hair and mesmerising narrow eyes.

every single feature of his sings in harmony.

and right now he is going to fuck you.

the tip of the condom's foil rests against your spit slicked lips. nanami pants as your teeth nip the edge and he tugs it. the pack opens and it only solidifies how many lines you both are crossing tonight.

you bite your lip as he rolls it on. he kisses you as your legs wrap around him and he swipes his cock between your sodden folds.

you gasp when he pushes in. his thick cock is opening you up in a way you have never felt before.

"ken." you mewl. your arms around his shoulders tightening but nanami is swallowing down your little cries.

"you can take it." your dripping pussy is begging for him. "we're making it fit." he huffs and you bob your head.

your mouth is full of drool and gasping as he shoves more into you.

"baby, your pussy's tight. so tight around me. think she likes me as much as you do." he pecks your cheek, pressing more into you but your pussy is resisting the stretch of his fat cock.

"she does! likes you so s'much. i like you more." you babble. your body writhing as he fills you. nanami is only half way in your slurping cunt. he can already feel you gripping him too tight.

his first thrust fully into you has your eyes watering. it has your headboard slamming into the wall and your nails digging into his back.

"s'huge, ken. you're stretching me out." you do not seem to be able to think much less speak properly.

his cock is to the hilt, his balls are big and heavy and weigh down you. you wonder when was the last time he came properly.

you have completely destroyed him. he has one hand gripping your thigh and holding you open, the other fists the sheets. his back muscles are pulsing and his teeth grit together.

"i need a minute." he can barely get it out. your cunt is nirvana. your cunt is binding up his cock and he does not know if you are squeezing him or leaking more. he feels like your hot, gummy walls are pulsing without control, he feels like you have ruined him entirely.

"ken." when you say his name like that he feels like he will cum. he will cum before he gets to feel every inch of you fully.

he has to remain seated in you, leaning his forehead on yours for a moment before he feels like he is ready.

he presses your legs to your chest, the weight of his muscular body resting on them and the position only makes nanami's cock slip deeper.

it seems like you have already gone dumb.

"this is what you wanted." you nod in agreement. your pussy is his ruination. your pussy has destroyed him in too many ways because nanami is nodding too. "this is what i wanted."

he slips out, admiring the streaks of slick covering his length though he cannot truly feel the heat of your pussy with a condom on. his head is the only thing pulling your folds wide, spread on the perimeter of his cock and nanami slowly shoves back into you.

you writhe, you nails nicking along his bulging muscles as they scratch down his back.

"can't stay away from you when you have a cunt like this. she's so perfect, baby. should've fucked her from the start." the first few plunges into your weeping pussy are slow. you feel every ridge, every vein. you feel every bit of his huge cock.

"uh-huh. wanted you to."

"yeah? when you were on your knees telling me you would be my woman, is this what you wanted? i'm fucking you like you're my woman." the pound of his hips makes your skin sting. it makes your entire body jerk.

"cause i am!" your nails dig deeper into him. your pussy pulsing on his cock.

"you are, baby. you're my woman. only want you." he bites back a curse. "please, bare with me." he pants, he thrusts into your harder. they are all even but they are so hard you feel like your skin will be bruised once he finishes battering your pussy.

you gasp into his mouth, you look so pretty when you are pulled wide open. you look so pretty when your lips are swollen from him kissing you.

"tell me if it gets too much." he is going faster now. he is going so fast and hard his arms have to settle on either side of your head to prevent you from hitting the headboard although your bed is creaking under the weight and hitting the wall. he lowly hisses at your nails digging into him.

it burns but he likes it.

"pretty, pretty woman. look so pretty like this." he coos all innocently at you like he is not pummelling his too huge cock in your tight little cunt.

like he has not torn it apart to stuff it full of thick cock and drain you of any sense.

you are losing your grip on his tensed and pulsing muscles as he fucks you and every time they find his body you are scraping fine lines into him again and again.

on his huge biceps and veiny forearms, down his build back and even his chest.

the impact of his thighs hitting yours aches and the loud smacks of skin on skin are slowly tearing your brain apart. his heavy balls hit your ass with every forceful plunge of his cock into you.

"such a good girl." there are tears down your cheeks, you are much smaller than him but you take the fucking like you were made for it. "cunt doesn't want to let go." he rasps because every time he buries himself to the base your pussy sucks down and wraps around him like she wants to keep him there.

"no, no! don't wanna let go. feel s'mtpy without it, ken."

his heavy body holds you down under him as he drills his cock into your too tight pussy. his bulky thighs flexing with every thrust and his shoulders tensing. when he is on you like this, your clit is receiving all the friction it needs.

he wishes he did this sooner. he does not care about the consequences, all he wants is you.

"s'close. m'super close." your mouth is sticky with saliva, your eyes rolling back and your tongue hanging out. nanami cannot help but suck on it.

you look at him through barely opened eyes. his body is all hard where you are soft as he fucks your pussy wide open.

"i am too." he huffs, pressing sweet kisses to your cheek and stroking your hair. "want to feel you cum on my cock, want to know how much tighter you can get when you cream on me."

his pounds grow rougher and harder. your grip onto him like you would dissipate without him.

"need you, ken." you breathe, you feel too full to be coherent. he fucks so deep you swear your brain has turned to mush.

his thrusts grow uneven and he grunts lowly. you press your mouth to his, his teeth hitting yours and tongues messily glide together. nanami is going to cum.

he groans into the kiss, spit messily exchanged before he grunts into your mouth.

your pussy binds him unbearable tight, your cunt is too much of a vice and you moan his name like the prettiest doll to ever exist as your cream on his cock.

"i want to take you away from this place." he wants to make you feel safe. he comes a second later. still fucking his hips.

though you are not receiving his seed deep in your cunt, you are milking him dry. you are strangling his cock like you want him to lose his mind.

he presses all the way into you with shots of cum filling the condom, his balls mushed between you as he drops his weight on your body.

"you okay?" you both pant in exasperation but nanami still has your head cradled between his arms and his nose nuzzling yours.

"m'fine." your voice is a bit broken from how much you had been moaning his name. he presses wet kisses to your cheek, he likes the way your skin feels.

he likes how you fit with him. he likes how well your scent mixes with his. he wants your body wash, shampoo and conditioner in his bathroom.

he hates having to pull out of you but he likes the view of your bruised and puffy pussy. all battered and swollen so much that the pinkness of your insides meet his eyes. some part of him wishes he did not have any latex on his length because it all goes in the bin.

nanami wipes you down and settles under your sheets. he is so warm, usually your room feels cold but it is different when he is around.

he is like your personal heat warmer.

your face lies on his chest, tucked into his side with your hand drawing circles into his skin. kento's large hand lightly scratching your scalp and it makes you sleepy.

"that was really good, ken." you blissfully say.

"yeah? you're amazing." he leans down to nuzzle you. "i like when you call me that."

"ken!" you coo with a smile on your face. he has never seen anyone prettier than you. he will burn the sight of your smile into his brain and never forget it.

he slowly caresses your hair. "when are your parents coming home?"

you let out a hum, tracing the scratch marks you left on his chest. "they won't come home for a while."

"do they leave you alone often?" he knows that there are problems but you never really talk about it.

"i guess but i'm an adult now. i shouldn't even be living at home, you know?" you breathe "just being a burden."

"you're not."

all you want is your degree and you can start working but time only goes so quickly.

"that's what they think and it's fine." though he wants to protest and make you think differently he knows he needs to do it another time. he can visibly see you growing more guarded.

which he is not used to.

you are not like that with him.

"how do we tell yua?" you mutter after a few minutes where you have silently enjoyed his scent and pressed into him more.

"i promise i'll take care of it. everything will be fine." you look up at him like a girl who has been promised too many things and never received them.

"i mean it. i don't want you to worry." you nod.

you like being this way with him. you like having him in your bed and his skin bare on yours. you like that somehow even after everything, this does not have to be sexual.

you can lie in his arms and enjoy kento for him and only him.

you tilt your head. "did you get more greys?" you giggle, your fingers slipping into the disheveled strands of blond with speckles of glittered silver.

he reaches for it too, it is far too endearing when he tugs a piece of hair and his eyes flick upwards. "did i?"

"oh, did i stress you out?" you laugh, referring to the few days of distance you created.

kento narrows his eyes at you and then his fingers find your sides.

he tickles you until you laugh so hard you are breathless even then he does not relent. your body squirms trying to escape him but he has you secured to his side and his own laugh rumbles through you.

maybe where you belong is with nanami.

alsooo just reiterating because there was a lot of 'i should have done this earlier' being said, they only knew each other when yn was 20 & up

hope this was worth the wait ^^ !!

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actuallysaiyan · 1 year ago

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Sleepless Night(Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, somnophilia, creampie finish, slight dub-con if you squint but there is consent, sex

word count: 1.2k

pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

summary: Kento can't sleep and his cock is so hard...so he just decides to take matters into his own hands and fucks you through the night

a/n: This is inspired by the very lovely artwork that @kentosmoon has created that I cannot post here, but I took one look at it and was so inspired! Please, go check them out and go check out their twitter page too ;) You'll find the artwork in question.

taglist: @beneathstarryskies @an-ever-angry-bi @seireiteihellbutterfly

It’s late and Kento can’t sleep. He can’t sleep despite the fact that he knows he’ll have to wake up early. It’s been a long time since he was plagued with such an intense bout of insomnia. He should be sleeping. You’re right here next to him. Dressed in one of his old t-shirts and snoring lightly, this should comfort him more than anything.He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent.

His amber eyes seek his phone in the darkness. His long arm reaches over towards the bedside table. He sighs when the screen reads 3:05 am. It’s too late to even think about getting a good night’s sleep. You both had retired to the bedroom around 10 pm, and yet he tossed and turned for so long. He sets the phone down and then snuggles closer to you, hoping your warmth will bring him some relief.

Then another annoyance washes over him. Just smelling you and being this close to you causes his cock to twitch a few times. He closes his eyes, choosing to ignore the deep desire inside of him instead. Eventually, he feels himself dozing off. That is…until you lean back into him, pressing that plump ass of yours against his half-hard cock.

“Shit…” Kento hisses.

He knows it’s not your fault. You’re sleeping, after all. But this has just woken him up even more. It’s late and he’s supposed to be at work around 7 tomorrow. There’s just no way he’ll make it in. He thinks to himself that he’d rather deal with this issue and pleasure you both and call in sick. Kento begins to grind against your ass, his arm wrapping around you again to pull you in even closer to him.

“Hey…” he whispers softly in your ear.

You don’t wake up. He continues grinding against you, his cock growing hard as he continues. There’s a wet spot forming on the front of his silky pajamas from all the precum he’s spilling out. Kento grunts again when you move against him. Then he hears you moaning.

“Hey baby,” he whispers once more.

“Mmm…Ken?” you ask, your voice full of sleep.

He grunts once more as you move closer to him, your hips wiggling just a bit to get into a more comfortable position. You must be too deep in your sleepy state to even notice just how his hard cock is pressing up against your ass. He grinds against you a few more times, then he leans in to nip at your earlobe.

“Can I please…please…fuck you while you sleep? Please?”

Your eyes shoot open, but soon you’re hit with another bout of sleepiness. You want to be more awake, but you’re struggling. Just the thought of him fucking you while you sleep causes a heat to spread deep in your loins.

You feel his hand coming down between your thighs, and he pushes them open just a bit. His long fingers part your thighs, making you mewl so sleepily. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, nipping and sucking on your pulse points.

“Can I? Please, honey…don’t make me beg. I just can’t sleep and I…”

You look over your shoulder at him, “Yes, you can. Fuck me.”

He sighs contentedly and lifts your leg a little bit to give him even more room. You close your eyes once more, and you feel him shuffling behind you. Then you gasp softly when the head of his cock prods your entrance. Slowly, he slips into you. The stretch is immediate and your little cunt flutters to try and adjust around his thick size.

“That’s it,” he murmurs against your neck. “Taking me so well, sweetheart.”

He begins rocking his hips so sensually and so slowly. The head of his cock kisses your cervix every time he buries himself so deeply into you. Your eyes open for a moment, only catching the blurry vision of your phone showing you the time. It’s late, but you know your husband never asks you for this sort of request unless he needs it to sleep.

Kento continues to pump into you, his cock feeling so sensitive with every single thrust. It feels heavenly to be buried so deep in your cunt. You grip him in the best way possible, and you’re always so wet and so warm just for him. He could stay buried in your heat for the rest of eternity if it was up to him.

He continues to fuck you, making sure you’re comfortable within every position change. He manhandles you with great care and makes sure you’re so comfortable. Soon, he feels his balls drawing up and he’s grunting quietly as the pleasure builds faster and faster.

“Fuck!” He cries out, and your eyes open just a bit. You become aware of the “pap, pap, pap” sound of your skin slapping together.

Within seconds, Kento is emptying himself into you, grunting and growling. You can hear the words he says, but only just vaguely as you’re still so sleepy. Warmth fills your cunt as Kento empties his balls deep inside of you.

“That’s such a good girl,” he groans softly.

You whine softly, your eyes feeling so heavy. Soon, you’re drifting off to sleep again. Kento maneuvers you both so that you’re lying on your back. He spreads your thighs so carefully, getting an eyeful of the cum spilling out from your puffy folds. He’s tempted to lean in and clean it up with his tongue, but he won’t do that just yet.

Kento slides into you until his balls are plush against your ass. As he does this, he gets a look at your phone and notices he’s been fucking you for almost fourty minutes now. It feels much too good to stop. He wants to fuck you all morning now, well into the sunrise and passed that.

“Just—hnng, five more minutes.” He lies to you, but he knows you need to have some sort of idea how long this is going to take,

You nod your head sleepily, falling back into that half-asleep state you’ve been in this entire time. Something about doing something so taboo and naughty really turns him on. Kento leans in to kiss your lips, making you moan out just for him. Then he begins rutting against you, pushing in so deep.

Minutes pass as he continues to fuck himself so deeply into you. Every so often he tries to edge himself to prolong this, but it becomes even harder with every intense orgasm he feels. He gets you off a few times as well, rubbing your swollen clit that’s just begging to be stimulated.

It’s nearly 6am the next time he fills you up, and he’s staying so deep inside of you. He grunts that he’s cumming in your ear, and you blink awake. It’s so sticky between your legs and the sheets beneath you feel wet and full of cum and juices. You look into his beautiful eyes, all full of love, lust and a touch of exhaustion.

“No sense of stopping now,” you whisper as you two share a kiss. “Let’s keep going…”

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dollychou · 1 month ago

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𝓼ummary. ino cannot handle your confession to him.

ino is currently losing his mind. he cannot figure you out. do you like him? do you not like him? he has been mulling over this predicament for the last week or so and he just cannot settle on a verdict. he feels like pulling all his hair out and chewing on his nails trying to figure out if you like him the way he dreams of or if you simply see him as a good friend. for goodness sake, he just wish he could pry a straight answer out of you.

and now, he feels that this could be the perfect time to ask you and finally ease his racing mind.

no matter how nervous he feels.

after a surprisingly tedious mission, you two are making your way back to jujutsu high to report back to nanami kento — the man that mentors you. he walks beside you, matching your leisurely pace, stealing a few glances at you every few seconds. he's trying to pluck up the courage to just ask you about your feelings for him — do you like me? — but with every step the two of you take, he feels his heart beat quickening. the rays of the setting sun are illuminating your face in such a delicate way, highlighting your pretty features. making it only that much harder.

'shit, why can't i just man up and ask her?', he thinks, mentally face-palming himself.

you turn to him, noticing his uncharacteristically skittish behaviour — tugging on his beanie; putting his hands in and out of his pockets; rubbing the back of his neck. you tilt your head and gently grab onto his sleeves, making him come to a stop. you feel him tense up slightly, making you worry that something was going on. "ino, what's wrong?', you ask him, your expression now of concern.

he looks down at you, his face first one of sheer panic until he takes in a few deep breaths before his expression softens ever so slightly but still showing quite some trepidation. his body turns completely to you, eyes scrunched close and lips forming a tight line. you are confused by his demeanour, your grip on his sleeve tightening. "ino, what's up? you don't seem okay. are you sick or something?," you ask.

"doyoulikeme?", he blubbers out quickly, eyes glued to the ground. you can feel his whole body shaking, his breathing coming out ragged and short.

you look at him, eyes wide and a light pink hue beginning to dust your cheeks. your mouth opens and closes, trying to say something — anything — but ultimately producing nothing. after a few more moments of silence, you finally say in a soft tone, "like you?"

he lets out an almost exasperated sigh and brings his hands to cover his flustered face. "yes, do you like me? god, it's been hell tryna figure it out! sometimes it seems like you're flirting with me and other times it seems like we're just friends! you're really killing me here! like... i know you're completely out of my league but sometimes i think 'okay maybe she does like me. maybe i am her type.' but then—"

you cut off his nonsensical rambling by placing a soft, delicate kiss to his lips. that shuts him up.

if he wasn't feeling abashed before, he absolutely was now. his entire face is twinged a dark pink hue, his body freezing up. he looks down at you, his mind unable to process what you just did.

a strew of incomprehensible words fall out of his mouth, his eyes darting everywhere yet never landing on you. you purse your lips together in an attempt to stop your giggling but you can't help yourself. it slips out and oh, the poor boy just gets even more blushful, his knees giving way as he squats down to the ground, burying his face in his hands.

you kneel down in front of him, gently clutching onto his shoulder and you ask him in a mellow voice, "ino? are you alright?"

he says nothing at first. then he slowly lifts his head up, merely showing you his eyes that are twinkling with adoration, pupils dilated. even though his voice is quiet, you're still able to make out what he says — "you can't just do that to me. it's unfair."

"why's it unfair?," you ask, a sweet smile drawing on your lips.

"have you seen yourself?!," he exclaims in an almost accusatory tone. "you're like a walking deity and i'm just any old boy! you nearly gave me a heart attack! warn me next time!"

"well then... can i kiss you again?," you ask, a sickeningly sweet smile on your face.

he peers at you like you've handed him all the stars in the night sky and his whole face beams with joy, near to childlike wonderment. he leans his face closer, trying to capture your lips with his again but then he stops himself. you look at him, both confused and quite disappointed, being honest, as you ask him the reason for his hesitation.

"how about... we save that next kiss? after a date? possibly?", he asks, tone timid and cautious.

"that sounds lovely," you reply delightedly, fixing some of the hair dangling in front of his eyes.

he buries his head in between his hands once more and squeals out, "oh my god! stop! you're gonna kill me!"

you laugh out loud, the sound like music to his ears. "you're adorable, ino."

he feels his heart on the verge of exploding but he somehow manages to keep his cool in front of you. well, as much as he can at this point. but who can blame him when the prettiest girl he's ever seen likes him in a way he's only ever dared to imagine?

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #ino takuma #jujutsu kaisen ino #jjk ino #jjk takuma #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #ino takuma x reader #ino takuma x you #ino x reader #ino x you #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jjk fluff #ino takuma fluff #ino fluff

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lxnarphase · 1 year ago

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I love the little “don’t run away” you included in your Toji fic… pls include more of that in future fics 😖

one of my favorite tropes is 'x trying to run away because feels too good but y just follows them and keeps going,' so i can assure you it will be appearing again

espeically in toji, gojo and nanami works

...especially the nanami works...

because he cannot help but chase you up the bed when he's eating you out, absolutely pussy drunk off of your taste. if you thought choso was bad, then nanami when he hasn't touched you for a week is a whole different monster to tackle.

the way he crowds you up against the headboard, finding it so endearing when you try to tug at his hair, looking so precious with tears dripping down your cheeks as you pitifully moan and writhe for him, sobbing out how good it feels, that you can't handle it, that he's being mean.

when he hears you say that, he reluctantly removes his mouth from your sticky cunt, looking at you with furrowed brows.

him?

mean?

oh, you poor thing, if you thought this was mean, then you wouldn't be ready for when he's actually mean. and just by the way he's holding himself over you, hands gripping the headboard, you know nanami's going to make a mess of you.

and he does, he does so good, pounding into you so fucking deep you swear you can taste him. he's usually so romantic with his words, but he can't stop babbling this time, clearly upset that you'd run away from him making you feel good and being so bratty and calling him mean.

but, it's not your fault! no, you can't help but run away from how good his mouth feels when his head is between your thighs and he can make you cum just by looking at you...nope, not your fault at all!

he's glaring down at you as he tells you how it's so hard for him to stop, that your so, so wet, that he can see you creaming all over his cock, dripping down his balls and onto the bed, asking if you'd let him cum inside you then eat it out of you.

yes, yes, he knowssss that's dirty, that it's so fucking filthy, but he doesn't care because once he's cleaned you up, he can stuff you full again and again, keeping you crowded and trapped against the headboard, until you can't get the feeling of being so full out of your head.

no, nanami isn't going to stop or let you run away until you pass out, tap out, or—

c r a c k !

...until he cracks the headboard.

#nanami kento smut #nanami x you #nanami smut #nanami kento x you #nanami kento x reader #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #oh no my hand slipped #˗ˏˋ ★ lxnarblabs .ᐟ #[🥂] kento .ᐟ

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randomdwellerr · 10 months ago

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A/N: NANAMI THE LIGHT OF MY LIFE I LOVE YOU! I wanna ride till his wheels fall off. Have his balls looking like raisins after I’m done. Why did I almost forget to write Toji???? I was editing and like… I’m missing someone. My Requests are open btw

Do JJK Men pull out or Nut inside?

Gojo Satoru

Umm, he’s nutting inside. No doubt in my mind either. Gojo truly cannot help himself, they was you squeeze the life out of his dick makes him get too captured in the feelings. Gojo really does lose himself inside you.

If you tell him not to, he tries to pull out — I mean… you do look good with his cum on your face— but he’ll get lost in your pussy again and the cycle continues.

Asking him to put a condom on is almost useless too, he continuously complains about how it takes away too many sensations until he ruins the mood, and you inevitably let him take it off.

If you power through, he might just slip it off himself anyways.!

He’s rich anyways so don’t worry about how you’ll raise your future child. Everything will be taken care of, so relax and enjoy the feeling of him cumming inside you for now.

Nanami Kento

He wants to cum inside, he really really does. But if you say no, Nanami won’t force it.

Although he does get pussy drunk, it isn’t to the same extent Gojo, not to where he forgets what you want.

But honestly, I don’t see him wanting kids while he’s still a sorcerer anyways so maybe it’s for the better.

Nanami still wants cum inside you tho, he’ll just make sure your medicine cabinet is filled with the morning after pill :).

Ryomen Sukuna

Really, it’s a waste to even tell him not to cum inside. Do you know who you’re dealing with??

Unlike Gojo, who may try to stop himself, Sukuna simply won’t. You can take all the cum he gives you. And you will be thankful for it.

He doesn’t care to have kids but that won’t stop him from cumming inside. If you get pregnant so be it, kind of mindset. Even if you give him a whole lot of children.

Geto Suguru

Kinda like Nanami! He wants to cum inside you just because. Geto is good with children so this wonderful for you two!

You don’t want him to cum inside? That’s really really unfortunate.

He’ll still have sex with you, a lot. But he still will bring it up.

“Why don’t you let me?” “Am I doing something wrong?” “Let’s just try it.” “You trust me right?”

Definitely will try to convince you until you give in. He won’t be annoying at first until he’s asking almost everyday while performing a mundane task. You two could be watching a movie and he’ll be like, “why don’t we just try it tonight?”

He will eventually wear you down.

Toji Fushiguro

Toji is cumming inside you. He’s not taking a no on that. He loves how deep he can go and how good it feels when he finishes at the same time as you.

Toji has experience with children so don’t worry if he can take care of one.

You can ask him not to cum inside you tho, but he’ll just out right deny you. And he’ll let you know when he’s nutting inside you during sex, you’ll be too wrapped up in the feeling to realize it at the time. So each time you confront him, Toji will say, “I told you I was doing it, you should have told me to stop then, there’s nothing we can do now.”

Basically, he flips it on you. Good luck dealing with that, each sexual encounter with Toji is mind blowing so you’ll probably never realize when he tells you.

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kbwrites · 11 months ago

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OFFICE ESCAPADES WITH NANAMI

Synopsis: Ever since Nanami hired you you’ve done nothing but stress him out. You’re infuriating… And he just can’t seem to get enough of you.

⚝a/n: I don’t usually write smut so I decided to give it a shot.

⚝tags: Porn with plot, Nsfw, Companyman! Nanami, Semi-Public Sex, Enemies to Lovers

⚝wc: 2.4k

Nanami was a gentleman, arguably the perfect one. He shows up to work on time, early even. His hair was neatly combed, his dress shirt pressed, leather shoes shined. He was the pinnacle of discipline and control.

However, every time he was in your presence. That control would slip, little by little.

He hired you fresh out of college. Top of your class, all of the firms in the area had given their offers; but Nanami snatched you away.

He soon began to think that maybe you were more trouble than you were worth..

You were brilliant, there wasn’t any denying that. You were gorgeous, couldn’t deny that either. But that damn mouth of yours.. was going to be the death of him and you…

You strutted into the older man’s office, ‘he’s told you multiple times to knock first…’ Nanami peels his eyes away from his laptop to look at the woman standing in front of his desk. His eyebrow quirks up as he notices her visibly pissed-off vibe.

“Something wrong?”

You scoff in annoyance “You denied my contract?”

He looks back at his laptop, stealing glances at you.

“Did you even read over it before you sent it to me?”

“Excuse me-”

“The terms in this contract… Do you have any idea what kind of position it’ll put us in?”

“Are you suggesting I don’t know how to do my job?”

Nanami shoots you a sidelong glance, a hint of irritation flashing across his face.

“I’m not suggesting I’m telling you. Maybe I shouldn’t have given you this big a project so soon.”

You huff in annoyance. Your boss knew just what to say to push your buttons. You slam the papers you were holding onto his mahogany desk. Looking down at your senior… he was so.. So.. infuriating. Nanami leans back in his chair, hands folded against his chest as he looks up at you.

“You arrogant-”

“Arrogant?” He laughs, his voice laced with annoyance.

“You come in here with a horrendous contract, even worse attitude, and think you’re in the right?” He rises from his desk, striding over to you. You never noticed how much Nanami towered over you, and now he was inches away from you. He smelled like… Vanilla and cedarwood, his cologne making you dizzy. But no, you needed desperately to try to control yourself. Make it seem like he wasn’t having such an effect on you.

“That contract is getting sent out.” You inch in closer looking up at him, failing at being intimidating.

“No, it's not.” Nanami says firmly, his eyes locked onto yours. An intense, almost magnetic pull between the two of you. He continues to invade your space.

“You’re not sending anything out until I’ve reviewed and approved it. Understand?” He pushes his glasses up his bridge.

Being this close, you can feel his breath on your skin, the heat radiating off his body.

Nanami takes a deep breath stepping back just enough to create some distance, he takes the papers you previously slammed on his desk and shoves them into your hand.

“Come back when you’ve made the changes I highlighted.”

You roll your eyes before bowing, your formal gesture cannot hide how much you want to ring his neck right now-

“Yes. Sir.” You turn on your heels, leaving his office. Slamming the door on your way out.

Nanami lets out a deep, shaky breath.

“Fuck… She’s gonna be the death of me.”

He runs his hand through his golden locks, trying to compose himself. Why did you have to be so irritating? He would love to just put her in her place. Shut that pretty little mouth of hers… Have her on her knees taking his-

Wait.. What?

Nanami shakes his head, trying to reign in his desire. ‘She’s a coworker’ he tells himself. ‘It would be highly unethical’

And yet you plague his mind, every waking moment. How it would feel to have you underneath him, begging for mercy.

His hands move lower, palming his semi-hard erection through his cotton twill dress pants. The otherwise put-together businessman groaned at the friction delivered from his hand… Imagining it was you, splayed out on his mahogany desk..

He unzips his pants, loosening his yellow tie…

Your blouse discarded and pencil skirt… that damn pencil skirt-- He always warned you it was just a little too short.

His length springs free, slit already leaking. He wraps one hand around it, pumping slowly.

“S-shit… (Y/N).” He lets out a shaky breath. He shouldn’t be doing this, it's shameful to even be thinking about you in that way. He’s your boss.

He tightens his grip, hips bucking into his hand. Nanami’s head falls back to his office chair, this is so wrong.. This is so wrong…

“Ff-fuuuck…”

He hisses through clenched teeth, you’re just on the other side of his office door. If you only knew how he really felt about you. That during all your arguments he’d want nothing more than to bend you over his desk and fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name.

He pumps faster, wanting desperately to release the pent-up frustration. He’s close. His breath quickens, his cum spills out, hot sticky ropes flowing down his hand.

Fuck.

He grabs some tissues cleaning up the evidence of his transgression. Straightening his tie and zipping up his pants, Nanami clears his throat trying to regain some semblance of control. Guilt washes over him.

His work… yes maybe if he focused on that-

But nothing seems to work, he’s bewitched. Intoxicated by you, in all his years working for this company no one had ever challenged him. Questioned his authority, called him a “self-centered bastard” but you… you did all those things. He wanted more, he needed more.

Suddenly the doorknob turns

Nanami sits up in his leather chair, pretending to type away at his computer.

You enter the room, holding another stack of papers. Nanami sighs.

“I’ve told you countless times to knock-”

The stack of papers drops to his desk with a loud

THUMP.

“I revised the contract” You reply placing your hands on the desk, flashing him the fakest smile. He looks up at you, leaning down over the desk his eye flicks down to your slightly exposed cleavage.. A peak of your lace bra showing from under your satin blouse.

Black lace underwear huh?

He clears his throat… Looking back up at you. He pulls the stack of papers towards him, rifling through the pages. Desperately trying to ignore your luring figure looming over him. It’s a marked improvement from the last draft, but where’s the fun in praising you?

“Its… passable” He looks up at you, smirking.

“Bullshit!” You snap, that was it. It was one thing if you made a mistake, but that revision was flawless. Just what exactly was his problem?!

Nanami’s eyebrow quirks up, amused at your outburst. “Did you expect a gold star for doing your job?” He slowly rises from his chair, his hands now also on the desk. Looming over you.

“I don’t need a gold star” You scoff “Especially not from you.”

Every snarky remark, every biting word from your lips ignites something in him. Primitive, possessive, a pull that he can’t seem to escape. He leans in closer, both of your bodies still separated by his desk.

“You clearly need something to adjust that attitude of yours.”

Your heart is running a marathon right now, your arguments were always heated but this… this felt different. You decide to take a chance, your knee comes up to lean on the desk, and your other stiletto-clad leg now dangling off the edge. Your face mere inches from your boss’.

“Oh yeah? And what would that be?” You stare into his honey-colored eyes, filled with fire.

And right there, months of profanity-filled disagreements, heated screaming matches.. It all boiled down to this-

Nanami grabs you by the neck, pulling you into a bruising kiss. His tongue greedily entering your mouth, tasting every corner. He bites at your bottom lip roughly, your eyes flutter shut melting into his firm grasp. Time stops, but starts again when he pulls away, forehead resting against yours. Your mind is an infinite void, millions of thoughts run through it but no words can come out. Did he just? Did you just? Then he speaks.

“You’ve been nothing but a pain in my ass since you started here.” He manages to get out through labored breaths. His attention moves to your neck, he pulls your head up exposing more of your skin to him, he trails hot open-mouth kisses up and down your throat. Your breath hitches.

“And what about you? You think ahh you’ve been a box of daisies?” He grabs your legs, pulling you to sit on the other side of the desk, the papers and pens once occupying the surface now hit the floor, your legs now on either side of the tall blond. Damn, he's strong-

He lets out a dark chuckle, gripping your hips tight, trimmed nails digging into your skirt.

“You’ve made it almost impossible for me to get any work done.” He continues his attack on your neck, trailing down to your collarbone. He kisses and sucks lightly on the delicate skin.

“You’re always so uptight Kento~ I was wondering if it was because you haven’t gotten laid.” You smirk, proud you were still able to quip back despite the growing heat between your legs.

His lips leave your chest and move to your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine.

“Careful sweetheart, unless you want me to find a use for that filthy mouth of yours.”

Nanami licks the shell of your ear, grabbing your wrists and roughly pulling you up off of the desk. Body now flush against his. One large hand grips your hip while the other reaches under your satin blouse, cupping your breast through the lacy material of your bra. His fingers ghost over your hardened bud.

“You’re the only one reduce me to… this, have me fuckk misbehaving at work” Your hips roll into his, feeling his growing arousal.

“Is that what you tell all your girls?”

He growls at this, craning his neck back down to your chest, biting and sucking at your clavicle. Your hands rake through his hair, tugging, manicured nails scratching at his scalp. He lifts his head just enough to say

“There are no ‘other’ girls” Before continuing his assault on your skin. He lifts your blouse over your head, discarding the lace bra. He groans at the new skin exposed to him, capturing your bud in his mouth.

“Oh? Not even that cute receptionist?” You moan as his tongue swirls around your nipple “I’ve seen the way she looks ahhh at you ”

Nanami rolls his eyes at this, he knows exactly who you’re talking about. Sure she was cute, always making sure to tell him “Good Morning” and “Good Night” Begging to hear about his day, boring him with office gossip. Looking up at him with innocent puppy dog eyes…

He never was a dog person…

He releases your bud from his mouth, looking up at you through his hazel half-lidded eyes.

“I don’t need a pushover. I prefer a woman with a little fight in her” He moves to give your other bud the same treatment “Someone.. who’s going to challenge me.” He mumbles in between kisses.

His large hand gropes the other breast as his mouth works, thumb flicking over the sensitive spot. He leans back up, back to towering over you. He takes in the sight before him, you struggle to catch your breath, glossy lips parted, your pupils blown with desire. He wishes he could replay this image in his mind for the rest of eternity.

“Get on your knees.” He says flatly.

Your eyebrow quirks up in challenge. “Excuse me?”

“Told you… I want to find a use for that mouth of yours.” He looks down at you, his eyes dark.

You slowly sink to your knees, not breaking eye contact with him. His breath catches in his throat, he fiddles with his belt buckle. The sound of the zipper filling the otherwise quiet office. The tent in his briefs now on full display in front of you. He looks at you expectantly.

You tug at his waistband his cock springing free from its confines. You see your boss in all his glory, his blushing pink tip, heavy balls and his perfect curve upwards. It was a masterpiece.

You loll your tongue out, swiping at the precum leaking from his mushroom tip. The salty sweet taste making you moan softly. Nanami shudders at the sensation, moving his hands to the back of your head, fingers tangled into your hair.

You slowly take his length into your mouth, tongue swirling around the head. Your hand wraps around the base as you incorporate more and more of his swollen cock past your bruised lips.

Nanami subconsciously spreads his legs, hips twitching as you bob your head at a steady rhythm.

Nanami’s grunts and moans mixed with your obscene gags fill the soundscape of the office.

He roughly grips your hair, taking control of your pace. Oh if you only knew how sinful you looked right now.

Your hollowed cheeks, expensive mascara pooling at the corner of your eyes as tears welled up. It’s all too much.. too fucking much.

Fuck.

Nanami feels a familiar pressure building up in his lower abdomen.

“I-if you keep going like that s-shit I’m going to“ He looks down at you, half desire half concern on his face.

You only encourage him by picking up the pace, spit dripping down your chin as you pump his base and suck his length.

The rubber band finally snaps, Nanami bucks his hips into your face, his strong hand pressing your head flush against his pelvis.

You choke as his seed hits the back of your throat, eyes fluttering shut. If you died right now there would be no complaints on your end.

His breath slows, releasing your head. You come up for air, coughing and wiping the excess drool and cum from the corner of your mouth.

His hand reaches to cup your cheek, stroking it gently, a silent thank you in his mind.

He picks you up with a gentleness previously unknown and sets you right onto his desk,

The roles now reversed with Nanami positioning himself between your legs. Kneeling down, ready to worship you.

He hooks a finger around your underwear, pulling it to the side, humming in satisfaction as he takes in the sight of your sopping wet cunt. Your boss tears his eyes away for a second looking up at you and smirking.

“You did such a good job, it’s only fair I reward you.”

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I love you so so much omg ur posts, ur content, un vibe everything. you’re so so nice and yet you have me crying over every single post because of how good this is. Like yesterday i had a whole debate talking to myself abt how good of a person you were and how the likes were not doing you justice.. usually I never send requests mostly because i’m scared they take a look at it and be like “you cannot be srs”. Idk if it makes sense but oh well😭😭

can i request u make a scenario where the reader is insecure and worried their partner is going to leave them for someone prettier but they dont say anything and just start to distance themselves from them from how big of a toll it was taking on the reader? thank you sm😭🫶🏽

YOU BEING INSECURE + JJK MEN

featuring. gojo satoru, nanami kento, sukuna ryomen x reader

warning. cursing

note. ANON YOU'RE SO SWEET OMG BRB SOBBING HAVE ABIG FAT KISS, and i love this request so much, you don't have to worry <33 thank you for requesting my love, sorry it took so long :')

GOJO SATORU. even if gojo didn't seem like the type to be aware of his surroundings — he is very much aware. behind those blindfolds and dark glasses, his eyes darts everywhere, making sure everything is fine. even if one small thing is different to his eyes, he'll notice.

so when you began distancing yourself from him, he notices off the bat. but decided to say nothing just to make sure of it, gojo did not want to jump into conclusions. it started off as you telling him that you're busy to go on dates, or even declining his offers when he wanted to come over to your place.

he didn't think much of it until it visibly worsened, you looked miserable. when he sees you, it was like the shine in your eyes have gone away — gojo didn't know what happened, but he automatically assumed that he was behind the disappearance of it. when he asks you if you were okay, you brushed him off with a forced out smile, and he was dying to push you to just tell him everything.

but he didn't. he was afraid that if he'd push you, it would spiral an argument. for a while, he was walking on eggshells around you, you were like a ticking time bomb ready to blow up at any minute.

it was gnawing internally in gojo's mind, what did he do? what happened to you? what happened to y/n?

his y/n.

so when shoko drops the bomb on him, asking if he had broken up with you. gojo was mortified, is that what it looks like to other people? him and you calling it off? he was terrified, scared, nervous. the strongest sorcerer. yeah — he was scared.

and so he felt like it was a now or never situation.

"y/n, can we talk?"

you grimaced at his soft voice, wondering if this is the part where he's had enough and decided he'd leave you. but you nodded your head, your mind was ready, you were ready to hear it, those words: "i want to break up with you."

"please talk to me. i can't do this whole...you avoiding me, tell me what's bothering you...please." the desperation in his voice was visible, almost as if he was in the verge of tears.

his cerulean eyes were filled with such hopelessness, one you've never seen even when he was fighting a curse. you widened your eyes and inhaled sharply, "i...i'm sorry, satoru."

that was all you managed to muster up and gojo was clueless, he needed more answers, he needed answers to why you were like this, "baby, i don't... is it me? did i do anything wrong to you? please tell me, don't run away.. let me make it up to you."

it pained you to see that he thinks it was him, when it was you behind this. you shook your head, "'s not you 'ts me."

and that made gojo even more terrified than he already is, a lot of questions spiraling in his mind, did you find someone else? did you get bored of him? were you finally breaking up with him because of his constant bothering? so many questions.

"i just...there're so many more people prettier than i am. i just can't stop thinking about it. you leaving and all. 'm sorry i distanced myself from you." when you said that, gojo felt like half of his questions were all useless and he felt a bit relieved to finally get an answer to his speculations.

gojo wasted no time pulling you into his embrace, he needed it, you needed it. both of you needed it just as much, you felt so small in his embrace, head buried into his chest. gojo didn't move a bit, fearing if he moved at all — you'd break, you looked so fragile and so dainty, it scares him.

"i..love you so much." was all he could say,

"'ts you, 'ts you that i love. it hurts me to hear you talk like that." you felt like shit, you really do — so you said nothing back, you kept your face hidden in his chest.

and gojo didn't pry you away, he just needed to be close to you, "sorry."

that was when he pulled away, "you don't have to be sorry, but please talk to me, 'ts not fair if we're happy together and you have to be sad alone.." you hated crying in front of people, especially gojo, and he knew that about you.

so when you cried in that moment, gojo knew this wasn't something light — he didn't need any more explaining from you, he was just there by your side the whole night. and the next day. the next week. month. year. both of you never spoke of it again.

he's in love with you and nobody could change that, he thinks you're the prettiest anyways.

NANAMI KENTO. nanami's eyes are always on you. nobody else. and everyone knows that.

everyone except for you, unfortunately.

usually he comes home and you were always there to greet him, with a hug and kiss. it was an inseparable combo he made a routine, but for the past couple of days — he hasn't been getting that.

instead, he was greeted with silence. and just from the second time, he knew that something was definitely wrong with you. he'll find you curled up in bed, under the covers like it was the only thing that mattered in the world; but he tries to see it as a sign of exhaustion.

nanami watches your every move, for the past couple of days. you have been out of it. to the point where it was plain obvious and nanami tries asking about it, but you tell him it was just because of the stress. a sweetheart he is, he tries telling you to get some rest from work — he'd even excuse you if it's needed, but you tell him that wasn't needed and that you were fine.

obviously lying. he could see it, smell it, hear it.

it was suffocating. everything was suffocating to you, it's like everything was slowly masticating on every fiber in your body. you wanted to just, drop down and cry but whenever you try to, you just end up sitting on the floor blankly staring at nothing.

it scares yourself sometimes how empty your eyes look.

you wouldn't be surprised if nanami didn't come back home one day because he's so fed up — that's what you've been planting in you. that nanami would leave you for prettier people, for people who don't overthink, people who are generally better than you.

"y/n?"

oh. you didn't even hear him come home, you sat on the bedroom floor trying to push yourself up. and you couldn't even do that, so when nanami opens the bedroom door, seeing you on the floor — he said nothing, not even a hello.

nanami just scoops you into his arms and lays you down on the bed mutely, his slender fingers brushing your hair, "i love you," he murmurs quietly.

that was enough to make tears dwell up at the corner of your eyes, and he said nothing, grazing your tears away, "'m sorry. 'm so sorry, kento."

nanami didn't understand why you were apologizing, he hushed you, cradling you in his embrace as you let your tears free fall, "why are you sorry?"

that's when it struck you, why were you apologizing?

nanami didn't question you any further but he held you close, pressing chaste kisses onto your forehead, "is something in your mind?" you nodded slowly, "do you want to tell me about it?"

you nodded, inhaling sharply, "i just don't feel pretty enough...i feel like you deserve better than me, ken."

nanami laced your fingers with his, kissing your knuckles, "why do you say such things?" you didn't answer him, and it just breaks his heart even more, "you're perfect for me."

his words fall into deaf ears, but you didn't continue saying your worries, you just feel like nanami gets a gist of it. nanami didn't leave your side, cradling you in his arms like you're the most fragile being, "i love you," he kissed your forehead, "so much," and he kisses your lips.

nanami makes sure to spend every second telling you how much he loves you, telling you how beautiful you are, and how you're the most perfect for him.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. he hates it when you ignore him without any explanations, he's told you before, "if you have anything to say, say it to my face, don't ignore me."

but this feels like something you couldn't tell him, how you feel. it's obvious that you were distancing yourself from him, when he calls you, you sometimes pretend like you didn't hear him — and when he confronts you later, you tell him that you just didn't hear his calls.

"you're ignoring me, hm?"

"what? no— i just didn't hear you calling out to me."

don't even try to lie to him because he will always confront you about it, he sees right through you and your lies. the second time you try to run away from him when he calls out to you, he wastes no time holding you in place; confronting you right at that moment.

"why're you running away, brat?"

"i...oh, i didn't realize you were here, ryo." sukuna clicks his tongue in mere annoyance — what a bad actor you are, it's so ridiculous sukuna wanted to just burst out into laughter.

"bullshit. why're you avoiding me?"

that was it. you were cornered just like that. sighing, there isn't any way out unless you tell him — sukuna just won't let you go unless you tell him everything behind your recent behaviors.

"just don't feel pretty enough for you," you mutter out, avoiding his sharp gaze, "i feel like you can do much better than me. you deserve better than me."

sukuna gave you nothing but a mere smirk, pushing his lips onto yours. god, he didn't want to admit it — but he hates the way you talk shit about yourself, if he could tell you everything that he loves about you, he would. but he didn't because he's a jackass (and he's too shy to tell you that).

"that's it?" that's it? that's it?

you were about to push him away when he gives you that glare of his, "which person has been making you think like that?"

"no one. me."

he flicks your forehead, "then stop."

if only it was that easy, you grumbled at his response, and said nothing else so you could just leave. but sukuna, despite his ignorant answers always makes sure that you never run away from him anymore, he's a lot more touchy than usual — and he (tries) to compliment you and your appearance.

keyword: tries

he fails at it though. but you gave him kudos for trying, that's all that matters, really. that he makes you feel loved.

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