#happy birthday nanamin

[tadanotukounin]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY！ NANAMIN♡ 誕生日おめでとう🎉

[jujutsubrainrot]

It's July 3rd in Japan now. Happy birthday, Nanamin! 🥳

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Bdheuwjwiwqj i want to gobble him up rawr

[amy-the-fairy]

Itadori : Dad! :D

Nanami : Once again Itadori-kun I am not your dad.

Itadori : :(

Nanami : ... Fine then.

Itadori : Yay :D

Gojo : Heh?! And when I try to call you daddy you-

Nanami : Satoru.

Gojo : Yes~? :3

Nanami :*with his hands on Itadori's ears* Do you have a death wish?

[nume-x]

👑Happy Birthday Nanamin 👑

[gardenofnoah]

still thinking about office au so

as proud of him as you are, you miss the days where you could spend kento’s birthday with him in the comfort of your home.

now that he’s climbed a good bit of the ladder, it’s more of a production. his assistant (bless them, their intentions were good) has organized a company-wide get together to honor the day every year for the last few years—one that you and Kento attend dutifully. you feel guilty for treating it like a chore—after all, it’s for the man that you love—but it always has a tendency to morph into something of a pseudo business meeting that you then have to sit through. the premise really is sweet, in an odd, corporate sort of way—and usually it goes off without a hitch, aside from your less than enthusiastic feelings about it.

except for today.

kento’s been tense all day—jaw set with such severity that you worry he may crack a tooth. he’s not otherwise acted any different, but when you know someone as intimately as you know him, you can tell that something is off.

he’s helping you zip your dress in front of the mirror when you speak up.

“ken?”

“yes, my love.”

“what if we just…didn’t go?”

there’s a pause—he eyes you in the reflection like he’s not sure if you’re testing him—and then you watch him deflate.

“oh thank fuck,” he breathes, crowding your space and dropping his head to your shoulder. it’s so unlike him that it startles a laugh out of you.

“kento!”

“i dread this every year,” he murmurs into the fabric of your dress, quiet—like it’s a secret only you should know. you hum, reaching up to catch his blond strands between your fingers. it didn’t matter if you messed it up now.

“so why do we go every year?”

“it would reflect poorly on me if i didn’t go,” he sighs, shaking his head where it rests in the crook of your neck, “and i know that you enjoy it—“

you pull back from him—spinning to grab his shoulders and push him back so you can look him in the eye.

“kento,” you say quietly, “i hate going.”

he only blinks at you for a moment, and then—

“have i ever told you how much i love you?”

your laugh echoes in the confines of your bedroom and it pulls a small smile from him. he reaches to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“you look beautiful,” his mild demeanor comes back. you soften.

“can we change and order take out?”

he chuckles and pulls you in, wrapping his arms around your head. you nuzzle in to him, wishing the fabric of his suit was softer like that of his old sweatshirt. you press a kiss to his sternum.

“happy birthday, ken.”

he hums, bending to kiss the crown of your head. “you’ve certainly made it one.”

[whelmedkiksu]

hbd to the hottest girl out there — Nanami Kento

[missmarj]

Nanami Kento x Reader, fluff, angst

Warnings: spoilers ahead

He should have known.

Today felt different. From the moment he opened his eyes this morning, he had this nagging feeling in the back of his mind that something is about to go wrong. He sits up and takes a deep breath, running his hands across his face, and carding his fingers through his messy bed hair.

He only relaxes when you rolled over to his side and pushed yourself up to wrap your arms around his bare torso. He grins when he feels your lips against his shoulder.

"Come back to bed, please?" You murmur sleepily. "'s still so early."

Nanami then turns to you, the soft smile on his lips stretching wider. "Alright, sweetheart. Only for just a couple of minutes, okay? I have to get ready and pick up Megumi and Takuma."

"Nooo-" You whined. "Can't you just please ask Ijichi-san to do that?"

He laughs quietly, as he lays back down with you. "I guess I could just ask him that-"

"Yes!!" You encouraged him. "In fact, just take the day off. Been a while since you have anyway. And I'm sure whatever's going on, Satoru can handle it on his own. He just likes calling you and pestering you because he has this weird crush on you. That's why he always wants you around."

Nanami's chest rumbles with his quiet laughter seeing you pout. You have always insisted that his senior sorcerer has a crush on him. Personally though, he thinks that the man just loves seeing the annoyed expression on his face. He knows Gojo means well, just always trying to get him to be more upbeat like him.

"Gojo-san just wants me to lighten up a bit. He thinks I'm too serious all the time." He reasons, closing his eyes as he settles back on bed with you in his arms.

"Although you know that's not the case, right?" He asks, cracking an eye open to look at you for validation. You merely grin, blushing at the thought of the playful Nanami you have come to know and love behind closed doors. He can be teasing and surprisingly annoying when he wants to be but damn, he's so charming about it that you always give him a pass.

If you're being honest, you feel immense pride that only you can see this side of him.

"Nah, I still think Satoru has a crush on you. The man practically cries when you refuse to join him for meals."

He laughs again which fades into a contented sigh, realizing that he often does smile or laugh when he's around you. The thought of taking you up for your suggestion sounds so good right now. Spending the whole day like this on this cool October day gets extremely tempting. Maybe later this afternoon, he can go to the bakery and buy a sandwich from the friendly lady you both like.

Should he just call and tell them he can't work today?

But then his phone starts vibrating on the bedside table. You both eye it for a second, and Nanami flashes you an apologetic gaze. He kisses the top of your head and mouths, "I'll be back before you know it."

Parting is always hard for you. You know his profession, you know him as a person. You know that he's good at what he does but he also would not think twice about protecting the kids under his supervision.

You knew this prior to getting into the relationship and it's one of the reasons why you have fallen for him. But it doesn't get any easier each time he has to leave for a mission. With a deep breath, you nuzzle his neck and kiss the base of his jaw.

"Promise me you'll take a leave soon?" You whisper. "Come take a vacation with me? Finally visit Malaysia like we always talked about?"

Nanami holds you tighter, a soft smile gracing his lips. "And then the Philippines. I've read there's a lot of beautiful beaches there that you're going to love."

You hum in agreement. "And then we can go to Indonesia. Then, Thailand, Sri Lanka-"

"Anywhere you want, sweetheart." He cuts you off with a peck on the lips. "I'll go anywhere with you once this is all over."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

---

He should have stayed home.

Nanami exhales shakily as he wipes the blood from his hands before wrapping his tie around his palm. He feels exhausted and his strength is slipping by each passing second. He looks up in a moment of reprieve, sensing a horde of mutated humans up ahead.

Yeah. He should have stayed with you.

---

You were preparing dinner when your phone suddenly rang. Your brow raises seeing your boyfriend's name pop up. He doesn't usually call when he's on a mission and this makes your breath catch. You snatched the phone from the countertop and answered right away.

"Kento? Are you okay?" The shrill in your voice made Nanami smile to himself.

"I'm fine, Y/n. Breathe." He says and you closed your eyes in relief.

"Sorry. I just thought something had happened-" you shake your head. "Hi, love."

"Hello, sweetheart." Nanami murmurs, wishing he could be at home with you right now. He'll bet you already had dinner started and you're heading to the couch to get back to reading your book while you wait for the food to be cooked.

"Listen, I don't think I'm going to make it tonight. So don't wait up for me, alright?" He says, as he continues forward looking around for Maki, Naobito and Megumi.

"Ohh. Are you guys having a rough time with the mission?" You ask, brows furrowing as you settle on the couch, cradling the phone in your hands.

"Yeah.." Nanami rakes his brain of what else he could say that wouldn't cause you to panic. The situation is really bad and there's no other way he could put it that wouldn't have you figuring out that he's in some deep trouble right now. So he opted with, "Remember our conversation this morning?"

You perk up in your seat, smiling to yourself and nodding as if he can see you. "Yes."

Nanami grins at how this instantly lightens up your mood. "Let's do it. I'll book our flights and make reservations. Let's go on my birthday?"

"I'd love that, Kento." You say, smiling ear to ear.

"Promise we'll go no matter what?" He asks and you let out a laugh. "I should be the one asking you that. I've been begging you to go for as long as I can remember!"

Nanami laughs too, nodding to himself. "Just promise me, will you?"

You roll your eyes. "Fine. I promise."

"Good." You can tell he was smiling and this inevitably made you smile too. "Alright, I have to go, sweetheart."

"Okay, love. Take care." You say. There was silence on the other line for a moment, you were about to check if he was still there but then he speaks again.

"I love you, Y/n.. Always." He murmurs lovingly and your heart swells.

"I love you too." You murmur back. But then, you start to feel a turmoil of worry brewing in your chest. "Kento? Wait." You swallow hard.

"Why do I feel like you're saying goodbye?"

You hear him chuckle on the other line. "Because I am, sweetheart." Nanami's expression turns blank as he reaches the station. "I have to go now. Remember your promise, okay?"

"O-okay. Kento-?"

"Goodbye, my Y/n. I'll see you soon."

---

"Y/n-san," Yuuji shakes you gently. "We're here."

You open your eyes as the van halts, dropping you off to the hotel. One of the staff welcomes you as you enter the lobby. "Right this way, Mrs. Nanami." You returned her friendly smile and followed her to check in. "We followed every directive from Mr. Kento. If anything isn't to your liking please let us know."

You were all assisted to the hotel room, yours were right next to the kids. You turned to them and reminded them, "Let's meet by the beach for dinner, okay?"

The bed looks so welcoming and you find yourself drifting the moment your body hits the mattress. After the nap, you showered, got dressed and made an effort to doll up a little. You went out to scour the place for a cake. Fortunately, you found one at Kampung.

You walk along the beach, carrying your sandals in one hand and the box of cake on the other.

You found the perfect spot as the sun starts to set. The skies now splashed with shades of orange and pink. You smile to yourself as you take out the cake.

Taking out the matchbox one of the staff of the restaurant has given you, you light up the candle. You start singing Happy Birthday, voice getting thick and tears flooding your eyes as you sing the last line of the song.

The candle goes out with the gentle breeze that passes by and you close your eyes, your hand drifting to your necklace where parts of him you're still able to keep resides.

From the pool area, Yuuji, Megumi, Maki, Yuta, and Inumaki spot you by the shore. Each one of them feeling the heaviness and loss you're feeling. They walk to where you are, taking their place beside you.

You smile up at Maki who sits at your left. She takes your hand in hers, squeezing reassuringly. You then turn on your right and see the rest of the kids looking at the horizon with pensive looks on their faces. They have all been through so much and you know they're all blaming themselves for what has happened to the love of your life.

It took a while for Yuuji to look you in the eye after what happened. But with your constant reassurance that you do not blame him or any of them, he finally came around and was able to grieve properly.

They say everything heals with time, but you found that to be false. Because it still hurts just as bad to this day, hurts worse with every passing day if you're being honest. Especially on days like this, when he's supposed to be here with you.

But then, this pain is a reminder that he was here, and that your love for him is still here too.

So you smile and look up to the skies, wishing he could at least still hear you as you say, "I kept my promise. Happy birthday, Kento."

[mooncleaver]

no, it's not all men. nanami kento would never treat me like this.

[namicchinedits]

— maldição nível especial | nami party!

eu sou um nanami stan, amores, impossível deixar essa data passar em branco (já basta ano passado que só foi um textinho remelento). é superbrega dar parabéns a personagens 2D, mas esse homem representa pra mim muito mais do que um secundário de anime. e já faz 2 anos que ele partiu.

quando comecei a assistir jujutsu kaisen, poucos personagens me cativaram (principalmente porque eu estava bem hypado no enredo dele) e optei por focar mais em entender o que estava acontecendo; o que se tratando de gege akutami, não é lá muito fácil. só que quando essa criatura chegou, com aquele terno brega, cor de vômito, cabelo lambido e uma gravata, eu já sabia que ele ia fazer história na minha vida. KKKKKKKKKK FÃ OU HATER? de repente ele tinha se tornado mais do que só um personagem coadjuvante e um feiticeiro jujutsu. ele foi indispensável em várias versões minhas e oscilações ao longo do ano, em minhas transformações e acredito que, ao mesmo tempo, também uma figura de conforto. diante dos problemas o ser humano tende a se apegar no que o ajuda a passar nas dificuldades e percalços da vida, e o nanami foi o que meu cérebro associou a bem-estar, então, é também um objeto de saúde emocional.

eu interpreto a morte dele até que relativamente bem; ele já tinha cumprido o propósito dele quanto ao enredo, e por mais que saibamos que ele só queria uma casa na praia, uma estante de livros que ele nunca leu e retomar o tempo que havia perdido. ainda assim dói. mas é pra isso que serve universo alternativo, realidade alternativa e fanfics. (e um travesseiro personalizado com a cara dele, óbvio.)

esse textinho foi apenas para parabenizar o melhor homem e personagem desse mundo. não só em habilidades como em personalidade também. desejar felicidades ao desenvolvimento e o carisma que cativou muitos fãs espalhados pelo mundo que, assim como eu, também estão feliz por essa data. o nanami é um personagem incrível, completo, um paizão nota dez e uma das pessoas (fictícias) mais transparentes que tive a honra de conhecer.

te amo muito, manolito. você é absurdamente tudo nesse mundo e eu sinto muito sua falta. feliz aniversário ♡

[lynn-writes-things]

the best birthday surprise - kento nanami

ft: nanami x afab!reader

summary: you met Nanami back in high school, back before you were tasked with a series of overseas missions that kept you away from him for a few years. now, with a little help from Gojo, you give him the best birthday surprise he could have ever hoped for :)

cw: none, just some fluff for Mr. Salaryman’s birthday cause I love he 🖤🖤🖤

(not proof read btw, I was too excited to post it, forgive my errors 😅)

“Nanamin!~” The sound of Gojo’s voice alone is enough to make the blonde sigh, setting down his cup of coffee that he was so peacefully enjoying.

“What is it this time?”

“I have a super special birthday surprise for youuu!”

“No thank you.” At the refusal, Gojo pouts, but is undeterred.

“Come onnn, you’ll really like this one!” With a defeated sigh, Nanami caves, knowing it’s not worth the effort, lest he ends up with another one of Gojo’s drawings slipped into his pocket later. Admittedly, he is a bit curious as to what the surprise may be, so reluctantly, he follows where Gojo leads. The snowy-haired sorcerer drags him to an empty meeting room at the school, quickly earning a scowl from Nanami.

“Patience, Nanamin, patienceee.”

“Whatever this is, I don’t-“

Suddenly the door burst open, revealing you, the friend who he hasn’t seen since you graduated so long ago. “Namiiii!!” You cheer, eyes bright and smile brighter as you rush over and practically throw yourself at him, your arms around his neck, practically hanging from his broad shoulders. Nanami exhales a breathless chuckle, his own arms encircling your waist and holding you just as tight.

From the side, Gojo smiles fondly, genuinely, at the two of you. It was rare to see Nanami this happy, it’s been a long time since Gojo witnessed his friend look so at peace. “I’ll leave you kids alone.” He teases, but Nanami sees the equally rare, soft, genuine smile on Gojo’s lips before he departs.

“I’ve missed you.” You say sweetly, pulling away to look up at his face, your hand caressing his cheek. “My Nami.” Your Nami, he repeats in his head, heart flipping in his chest the way it always does with you.

“What’re you doing here?” He asks, expecting work to have brought you here, or something reasonable, only to feel his cheeks heat up when you reply “I’m finally on the same continent as you for your birthday, do you really think I’d miss it?” You see his surprised expression, and your smile only grows, your eyes so soft, much like his own are right now as he looks down at you.

“So, can I take the birthday boy out for dinner?” How could he ever say no to you? You agreed to meet back up in an hour, giving you both time to get cleaned up and changed into more appropriate attire for the restaurant you insisted on. Refusing to let you order a driver, Nanami insisted on picking you up and driving you to the restaurant himself, which you gladly accepted.

As soon as his eyes caught sight of you as you made your way to the car, his mind went absolutely blank, the only thoughts in his mind being entirely about you and your captivating beauty that has had his heart under lock and key since you first met. It was a day he’d never forget, you quite literally had crashed into him on one of his first days on the campus, apologizing profusely and tripping all over the words that kept rushing past your lips. He couldn’t stop thinking about how adorable you were, and when you offered to take him on a tour of the campus, he accepted, even though he’d already been given one, but he’d never turn down the chance to spend more time with you, and that never changed.

Nanami harbored one major regret from his high school days, and that regret was never having the courage to ask you to be more than just friends. By the time he had decided to do it, it was the same day that you came to him with tears in your eyes because you had just graduated and were being assigned on a long mission overseas. One mission, which spiraled into two, then three, and eventually you just ended up staying there long term to keep fighting to uncover the root of all the special grades that had been keeping you busy over there. You’d call each other, of course, but you always were just too busy to come back and visit except for extremely rare events. It had been several years since Nanami saw you last, but he was determined to make the most of this time, even if it was just a night or two.

Arriving at the restaurant, Nanami opened the car door for you, trying to keep his cheeks from heating up when you grabbed his hand to lead him to the table.

“This place is entirely too expensive, you can’t seriously expect me to let you pay for it all?” Nanami says after observing the prices listed on the menu.

“Relax, Nami,” You reach over the table to grab his hands. “I’ve got Gojo’s card.” You said with a cheeky wink, making the man across from you chuckle.

“In that case, we best get dessert too.”

You gasped rather dramatically, your hand going over your heart, and Nanami is reminded of the amount of time you spent around Gojo in high school. “I’m offended you thought I’d let you leave here without at least a piece of cake, Mr. Birthday Boy.” He scoffed at your antics, rolling his eyes, but his lips betrayed his faux-annoyance with the smallest hint of the smile he was trying to repress.

You continue talking and catching up as the food arrives, discussing what you’ve both been up to over the years. “A salaryman, eh? That sounds real entertaining.” You giggle.

“It was shit.” He sighs, but can’t help but grin at the sound of your laughter. “Jujutsu’s also shit, though.”

“Yeahhh, you’re not wrong about that,” You agree with a lighthearted sigh of your own before taking a bite of your dish, humming in satisfaction. “Mm, you’ve gotta try this.” You say, picking another bite up with your fork, leaning over the table enough for your free hand to lightly grasp his chin, bringing the fork to his lips with your other hand. Nanami hoped like hell that his cheeks weren’t as flushed as they felt - they were, but you weren’t mean enough to call him out for it, especially not when yours were equally as heated. “Well?” It’s impossible to miss how your voice shakes just a bit, though Nanami is quite sure that his must be equally as unsteady when he agrees with you, replying that it was good. After you each finish your dishes, Nanami poses the idea of just taking the dessert to go, and splitting it over some wine back at his place, which you agree to without a second of hesitation.

“Oh, by the way,” You’re barely biting back an excited smile when you speak up from your place on the couch, side by side, glasses of red wine sat on the coffee table in front of you next to the empty to-go box. Nanami looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to continue speaking. “I uh.. I’m back.”

“Well, yes, you’re right-“

“No, Kento.. I mean, I’m back. I just got my boxes moved into my new apartment, near the school.” His face goes from shock as he registers your words, to happiness when they sink in.

“..You’re back?” He asks with a breathy laugh, needing to just hear the confirmation one more time.

“I’m back.” You laugh, feeling tears pricking the corners of your eyes at how happy he looks at the news, how happy you are to be back in Japan, with your friends, with him. “Thought I’d save the news til tonight, an extra little birthday surprise. I already talked to Yaga about it, I’m going to teach, give those poor kids a break from Satoru.”

“Well, I’m glad to have you back, Y/N.” He smiled at you, so genuinely, eyes so soft that it takes your breath away.

“I’m glad to be back.” You return his smile, your own eyes shining so sweetly that it makes Nanami that much more sure of what he’s about to do.

“Hey, you’ve got a little..” He taps near his lips, while his eyes flicker to yours, making you think you have some frosting or something there, but before you can go to attempt to wipe it away, he speaks up again. “Allow me.” His hand gently caresses your cheek, thumb tracing just below your lips, watching the way your eyes widen as you blink up at him, cheeks heating up up in a beautiful glow. His hand never leaves your cheek as he slowly leans in, giving you time to back out if you chose to do so. Instead, you meet him halfway until your lips collided in a soft, sweet kiss, that left you both breathless when you pulled away.

“I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you.” He admits in a whisper, and your hand comes up to cover his that’s still on your cheek.

“What took you so long?” You breathlessly giggle, leaning back in to steal another kiss from his lips, neither of you able to stop smiling.

“You know,” He speaks up when you pull apart again, his eyes have the most serene look in them as he looks at you. “I do have one last birthday request, if you’d indulge me.”

“Anything for you, Kento.”

“Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?”

“I would love nothing more.” He pulls you into his lap, just needing you to be closer, and kisses you again. Everything else in the room forgotten, everything else in the world forgotten - all that consumed either of your thoughts right now was each other.

Nanami is confident beyond a doubt, that he has never had a better birthday in his life, and doubts he ever will.

[criteriadeceive]

logging in only to wish nanami a happy birthday

i love you nanami

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

good morning everyone it's nanami kento's birthday and my holes are his free real estate tee hee

[gojoed]

maybe i'll go outside my comfort zone and write satoru as sort of an asshole

[daisiescomelate]

Bad bad wolf

Prompt: Gojo accidentally scared you during a mission and now he's begging you to open the bathroom door and let him talk to you.

Content: Gojo/Reader, angst, cursing, ooc.

div. plutism - masterlist

It was an accident. You knew that. A curse got too close to harm you and he snapped for a second, letting go of his goofy attitude and showing you a side of him that you had yet to meet. He checked in with you, he double checked, and then he triple checked, worried about you being injured or scared of the situation or... him.

You told him you were fine, that it was all good, you were just in shock still —about the curse, of course. You just needed a shower. So he cared your cheek and kissed your palm and drove you home so you could take your bath.

But now you couldn't bring yourself to open the bathroom door.

You rubbed your face and tried to stop your mind from derailing.

I mean, c'mon!

Gojo Satoru was a prophecy made flesh, he was the most powerful sorcerer in Japan, maybe the world. Of course that meant he was dangerous, that he was lethal. I mean hell, you were lethal and your curse technique wasn't even that good.

And you knew Satoru was an asshole with a loose moral compass, and that his silliness was more of a tool of provocation and manipulation than anything else.

But it was different— to actually see it.

Raw power.

Cold blood murder in his eyes and a maniac smile.

A snap of his fingers and life just... vanished as far as the eye could see.

The joy he got from it.

But for God’s sake! It was Satoru. Kisses on your forehead Satoru. Fart jokes Satoru. Pouty lips for cuddles Satoru.

The meaner thing he had ever done to you was putting salt on your coffee as a prank because you weren't the first person to wish him happy birthday! He had never lifted a finger against you. Then why were you so scared?!

The doorbell rang and you heard the front door opening and closing. Satoru began singing some made up lyrics about chinese food that included a falsetto. You heard him walk up to the bathroom door and knock on it, a smile on his voice.

"Babe, food is here!" he said.

You were wrapped on a towel, damped, looking straight into the mirror and trying to calm yourself down. Satoru, it's just Satoru. What's your problem?

His voice echoed on the tile of the room and on your temples. You were suddenly too aware of the water drops falling from the shower head and the cold, wet floor under your feet.

"You have been there forever, babe. Everything alright?"

I'm not ready.

Just breath.

You walked to the door, counting to ten in your head. Just go and open it, you will be fine. He will hug you and everything will be fine.

I want Satoru.

As you extended your hand to the handle, it shaked slightly, catching you off guard. You inhaled sharply and quickly moved to hold it in place.

"I'm alright", you said quickly, a little bit too aggressive even— maybe? Shit, it was an accident, I’m sorry. "I'm fine," you added, trying to be softer this time, "just give me a minute, love. I'll be right out."

"Mmm? Of course, baby."

You heard his footsteps getting away from the door and the clatter of the dishes as he probably set the table for you two. He continued to talk to you through the door.

“Ijichi is already messaging me about another assignment.” He sighed dramatically. “I never get a break, what would these people do without me?”

You heard him turn on the TV and lower the volume to keep it in the background as you liked it.

“One of these days we should ditch them and go on a vacation. What do you think? Fall off the map for a month or two, that would do wonders for my back! We could go to the beach~” Satoru kept walking around, you heard the rustling of clothes as he took off his uniform and put on something clean. “Drink cocktails under the sunset~”, he continued, his voice fading as he left to another room and increasing back again when he returned to the living room area.

“I’ll ask Nanamin to take care of my assignments, he still owes me a favor or two.” You heard the sound of Satoru opening one of his wine bottles.

His voice, that you often found so silly and even sweet, suddenly felt as if it carried a layer of an uncovered threat.

You noticed that you were shaking slightly.

You tried to repress it, sing to yourself, and tell yourself a joke, but nothing had any effect and your legs became weak; you sat on the toilet to prevent yourself from falling.

Time passed, maybe ten minutes, maybe an hour. Satoru had run out of conversation and had fallen into silence. The wait must have been long enough, since the next thing you heard was Satoru right behind the door again.

“Pumpkin pie, I don’t mean to hurry you but dinner is going to get cold!”

You stayed still, hugging yourself to try and find some comfort. Your whole body felt like freezing, and you pinched your skin in a nervous tic without realizing.

"Do you need help with anything? Is it your hair? Do you want me to help you dry it, love?"

Your breathing picked up, an anxious feeling kept bubbling under your skin, making your body suddenly uncomfortable. There was a hint of something in his voice but because of your now rising panic it was hard for you to decipher what it was.

Wasn't the bathroom a little bit too small? Is there really no other way out of here other than that stupid door? Do people hate proper windows on bathrooms that much?

"Love?"

You turned around and glanced at the mirror.

Why are you freaking out?

"Babe?"

You heard the doorknob again and the bathroom door unlocking.

Out of reflex, you slammed it close again.

Silence.

The longest minute.

"Do you need a towel?” Satoru’s voice was oddly cheerful in an awkward attempt to ignore what you just did. “Is that why you don't want me to come in?", he asked, even if he had walked on you naked several times already and that had never been a problem between you two.

Your tongue was too heavy to speak.

"I'm going to go fetch you a towel, okay baby? Be right back."

You felt like crap. You felt like shit. You felt like you couldn't breathe.

Were you really making that big of a deal out of this?

You were embarrassed. You were scared. You wanted to leave. Open the door, push Satoru to one side and bolt. Leave this house.

"I'm back with the towel!" Satoru sang.

It was hard for you to stay quiet, it was hard for you to keep your lungs filled with air, your breathing should be audible now even at the other side of the door.

"Love?"

Your eyes were tearing up.

Satoru paused waiting for an answer but you couldn't mutter any.

"Baby, I'm going in." His tone deeper, not wanting to play his usual façade anymore. He tried pushing the door open again. You pushed your whole weight against it to keep it close.

A hiccup.

No.

No, no, no. Be quiet.

You bit your lip.

Love, please just give me a moment. You prayed to yourself.

A ruffling sound, then he knocked twice.

"Baby, what's wrong, would you let me in, please?", he asked softly.

Please, just wait. Why can’t you wait until I’m ready?

"I'm okay!" You repeated. "Just give me a second."

On the other side Satoru heard your voice tremble.

Fuck.

He buried his hands on his hair and pulled.

Fuck.

He knew he should have kept bothering you about it. You still looked like you were in shock, you were still clearly processing what had happened.

Earlier that day he was told about a case he had to look into. It was a silly little curse, they said, but because there was no one else available they asked Satoru to go, and because he wanted to take you out on a whim, he called you to come along with him.

He was so busy playing around with the weird looking thing, putting on a show for you, that he didn’t notice anything odd about it until later on.

It had the general shape of a human except with longer arms and legs. It moved slowly so as not to lose its balance because of its long limbs. In a rush of excitement as your eyes were glued to him, he moved around it and used his flashiest kicks and punches. He was usually childish for the fun of it, but knowing how much it made you laugh, sometimes it got to his head and turned him actually stupid.

He was more aware of where you were and where you were looking at than he was aware of the curse. He noticed that something was about to go wrong from your expression first rather than by seeing it by himself.

When he turned his head around to look back at the curse it had doubled in size. He was in a jump midair and trying to process what was happening, it took him a second longer to realize that it had suddenly launched at you two with greater strength. At that moment, he was in an awkward position to stop it and whatever move he made would be delayed by a fraction.

He saw it as it happened in slow motion.

It was something outside of your league.

It was suddenly so much faster and wilder, nothing like the slow guy he had been dancing around a second ago.

It noticed the difference in power and you being the most vulnerable of the two.

You and Satoru were separated by a considerable distance. Its form morphed once again. It moved forward, opening a mouth full of raiser teeth, and splitted into two. One half moved in Satoru’s direction and tried to corner him, and the other— jumped aiming at your throat.

Satoru saw red.

When he came back to himself, the woods burned and there was a gaping hole on the earth where the curse had been. He turned around to ask you if you were okay, and as soon as he did his blood went cold. Your eyes were wide open, one hand covering your mouth, the other holding your stomach. Horror.

He was no stranger to that look. Many people looked at him as if he were a monster after they realized what he could do with so little effort. He enjoyed it, sometimes. He didn’t care most of the time. But now he realized he had made a terrible mistake.

Truth be told, when you came about he started to be a little wary of it. He wasn’t hiding it, his reputation preceded him, you were meant to find out about it sooner or later. He was just more cautious. He tried to not overdo it anymore, especially in front of you; he would make up excuses so you couldn’t come with him to certain missions and he would keep a close eye on the noisiest pair of elders so they wouldn’t run their mouths in front of you.

After you came into his life, the title of the strongest was more annoying than ever. Hunting, even. It caught your interest, it always caught everyone’s interest, but how many could look at him the same before and after witnessing what it actually meant?

His heart beated heavily on his chest.

He untangled his fingers from his hair, clearing the lump on his throat, making sure to keep his tone non-threatening.

“I’m not going to open it, baby. You can come out when you’re ready. I will sit right here, yeah?”

Nothing.

Satoru pressed his eyes closed, thinking full speed what he should do next. He was surprised by the rush of adrenaline that embedded his system. His body was instinctively ready to kick the door open but he held himself back. He had to keep a cool head, he needed to avoid scaring you further.

Think.

A sob came out from the bathroom.

No. No, please, don’t cry.

“Love, please. Let me give you a hug. Open the door for me.”

He had been too careless. He needed to apologize properly. He needed to see you and reassure you that he loved you more than anything and he would never hurt you. But at the same time –he realized– he was scared to see that same expression on your face again.

He held both hands to each side of the door frame, letting his head fall. What you two had was still fragile, it was still too early for a problem this size.

He was scared.

He had no right to try to hold you back just yet when this didn't even have a name. He was sure he wanted to keep you with him, he had known for a long time before he approached you to ask for a first date.

It was delicate.

Gojo Satoru was a god, they named him that and so stripped him away from his humanity; like so, he grew up empty. He was scared you could see that, how far away he was from human.

It was dangerous, for you and for him since no matter how many people talked about the lengths of his powers he came to know by experience that there were many things he could still not reach nor control. So many people wanted so much from him, and he attracted so many others with ill intents. On his darkest night he felt the strings that picked at his skin, holding to his limbs. An all powerful puppet.

But he met you and he was fool enough to think he could try.

He placed his hand against the door and called your name in a whisper.

“Please, please, open the door, love.”

But could he really let you go without giving a fight if you rejected him?

“I'm sorry. Please give me another chance. Please talk to me.”

Could he fight this greed that grew on his chest everytime he was around you?

“I would never, ever hurt you–”

His voice cracked.

He felt pathetic.

The reporter talking on TV warned the public of intense rains to come, and the most powerful sorcerer felt his eyes prickling and gritted his teeth.

Around you he didn't feel like the titan that people talked about and recoiled from. He was the Satoru that had been lost along the halls of the Gojo estate as a little kid, and the Satoru that was healed and held before he lost half of his soul later on. He felt complete again. Person again.

But what if he lost all of it. Again. Because of all his power. Again.

His head fell forward as the door opened, just an inch, taking him by surprise. Your eye picked through the crack, your cheek was covered in tears.

He blinked and stared, feeling his heart break by seeing you like this.

“Hello.” He said, a lame attempt to break the silence.

“I'm fine, I promise.” Your voice trembled on every word.

He sighed painfully.

Satoru straightened his posture and held a hand to the door. You visibly trembled and gave a step back, you looked like you wanted to protest but didn't say anything.

He opened the door completely and stepped into the bathroom. You followed his every move with your eyes, you tried to fight back the worst of your instincts, the ones that told you that this man could always do as he wished with you and you wouldn't be able to escape it.

He moved his arms up and you guessed he was going to go for a hug. It was hard for you to reciprocate just now, so instead you closed your eyes and nodded, to let him know it was okay.

But you didn't expect to be hugged by the waist, his head on your stomach.

You opened your eyes with confusion. Satoru was kneeling over the bathroom floor, hugging your legs with his head buried on your towel.

“I swear” he said in all seriousness, “I will never hurt you.”

He squished a little bit more, almost making you fall out of balance.

“I swear”, he repeated.

You felt his desperate grip, and as his fear sinked in, your's wavered, and you could finally feel how truly wrong you were about fearing this man.

“Satoru…” you called.

“Mhmm?” He said but didn't look up the way you wanted to so you could see his dazzling eyes.

You buried one hand in his silk hair and carefully ran your fingers through it. “Love, look at me.”

He refused, pressing his face harder against you.

You kneeled instead. There were you, with your face covered in tears with nothing but a towel, and Satoru with wet sweatpants on the damped floor and refusing to let you see him. You hugged him and felt his heart beating fast against his chest matching your's.

“I am the one who is sorry.” You whispered.

He held you with all his strength, almost leaving you out of air.

“I believe you. I don't know why I reacted that way. But I promise I believe you and that won't happen again.”

His breath shook against the skin of your neck. You run your fingers along his nape, reassuring him. He nodded and kissed your neck before ultimately raising his head and looking at you.

There were no tears but his eyes shined brighter. You held his face with both hands and brought him down so your noses would touch. The way he looked at you with those eyes, as if you were the most precious thing he had ever seen. You saw it clear as day, you had nothing to fear.

You moved closer so your lips would touch just slightly, “I love you, Satoru”, you said.

“I love you too”, he whispered.

[iwaasfairy]

┌─ “ ! „ CHALKBOARD AND NAILS

tw. noncon, yandere, dumbification, objectification, daddy kink, some degradation, some praise, threats, brief mention of murder and blood, hair pulling, forced oral wordcount. 4.5k

a/n. ♡ commissioned by the amazing @totalleelee ♡♡♡ here you are my loVE!!! happy late birthday to your friend as well, and I really hope you guys enjoy it! I always like getting to write new characters and Nanami was definitely a fun one. I had to make the fic longer bc I wanted moreEeeeee but yea i just really really hope you enjoy it, and thank you again a miLLIOn for commIng me iM so sO HONOUREDDD

nanami kento x fem!reader

You should think about what you’re doing. Lying upside down off the couch with your eyes big and long, distracting lashes and your hair hanging; casting playful shadows on the floor when you move. His couch. He’d like to believe you’re doing it on purpose -hell, most people would probably be inclined to- when you’ve got that coy, little smile on your face and your shirt rides up to reveal a sliver of skin above your pants.

He would assume if you had ever dared to come onto him in any way. But you haven’t, and so he can’t, not when you remain the perfectly sweet, kind, respectful graduate they hired only a few years ago— and it makes him too aware of you.

Nanami’s not the prim and proper bootlicker Gojo jokes he looks like; so among the other sorcerers, it isn’t even too illogical that you would cling to him a little. A kouhai dumped on his doorstep when the higher-ups decided to employ them fresh out of school. If it were anyone else, he would’ve complained until the choice was overruled. But you’re not anyone else. He can’t even lie about the fact that he’s grown quite the attachment to you.

Your bubbly, engaged energy and blueberry scented shampoo and cheap coffee in styrofoam cups that you always, always forget to throw away at the end of the day. Your chattering that rings through his brain before he goes to sleep and the way you talk and talk and talk when he won’t. You’re the exact opposite of an enigma, because that would require that you left him with some mysteries, and you don’t have the ability to keep your mouth shut. He hates how easy you wind him around your little finger, and he hates that he hates it.

Nanami’s not a dependant guy- and it seems to be your goal to prove him so fucking wrong.

“Why wouldn’t that be possible? I mean, it’d be hard if suddenly a curse shows up and you’re called up in the middle of the night and have to rush to work, and our rates of serious injury are pretty high. But I think I could make it work! Y’know, communication is key and all that.” Your pretty lips shine as you ramble on. You prop your head onto one arm, and turn over so your leg is basically straddling his furniture. “Have you ever dated a non-sorcerer while you’ve been a grade one, Nanamin?”

He lets out a slow exhale, and shifts his gaze back from the lines of your throat to his book so you don’t catch him looking. “No.”

“Not once? In like twelve years?” You raise a brow like you’ve suddenly discovered he’s some ancient fossil dug up from the canal.

“I prefer not to leave my partners for weeks on end with no explanation because the sorcerer world forbids it— so no. And I didn’t graduate twelve years ago, brat.” With the spine of the book he taps your nose, before getting up from the chair to join you on the couch. The few drinks have been abandoned as you finally let the blood back out of your head and wobble like a deer, blinking too slowly. Even now, you’re pretty. Prettier than he wants you to be, taking in the soft slope of your nose and the pillowy lips and your stupid flush on your face. Brat is right.

“I think I’ll do it,” you declare after a few seconds, and rest your head back into the couch with a pout. “I get lonely. And most sorcerers have giant egos.” He’s not sure if it takes him aback -can’t place the emotion that washes over him a few inches at a time- but he finds himself watching the side of your face a little too tightly. The cogs turn in his head and send some uncomfortable cold to gather in the pit of his stomach. Your lashes flutter and some wetness lines your waterline, and he can tell that you mean it. It isn’t the alcohol, he knows you better than enough.

When you look up at him, your faces are only a few inches apart— soft breaths filling the narrow space between. Has he ever told you he loves you? He’s not a man of too many words, that’s always been more your style than his— so probably not. But he does. So much it carves a gaping hole in his chest upon impact. He doesn’t have to say anything to see the way your eyes flutter shyly with the near perfect closeness. As your silence hangs as the room disappears, his hand twitching on his thigh. Aren’t you partly his like he’s yours? That’s how it should work. It’s the only logical course of action, and so he can’t help but lean in.

You’re just too shy to say anything- right? You wouldn’t hang out with him so much if you didn’t, wouldn’t trust and touch him, or confide in him so much if you didn’t. His heart burns in his chest the closer you seem to get. But before he can finish up the gap, you giggle and back away. “Wow! Hey, we almost kissed.” Your voice is a higher pitch than normal, but still rambly. Fuck. “I didn’t expect you to be so close when I looked up,” your nose and cheeks are burning hot, “you scared me, Nanamin~”

You stand from the couch instead, and lean towards him with that little smile that drives him crazy at night. “Senpai, it’s clearly time for me to go home. I’m getting sloppy.” You are. And as much as he wants to use that as an excuse to grab you by your waist and pull you into his lap, it wouldn’t do any good. Not when you’re too busy running your mouth to understand the consequences. He loves you, but you’re one infuriating little runt. You run your hand through his hair like it’s an intrusive thought, spilling loose locks onto his forehead, and then you smack your lips. “Will you see me to the door at least?”

For not the first time, he blames your loose lips for making it so hard for him.

+

You’re entirely different outside the four walls of his apartment.

It’s a coincidence that he finds himself across the street as he spots you walking under the streetlights with a little jump in your step. You look a different sort of formidable— clinging to the arm of some plain fucking loser that is so very clearly drooling all over you. It’s almost pathetic how easily swayed the guy is, as you bat your lashes and smile at him. And somewhere in the back of his mind, it rings a little familiar, but common sense and logic get pushed down a little under the feeling of anger that he feels bubbling up in him.

Not at you— though he told you he didn’t think it a good idea, you’ve always been a bit dense. In need of protection. It isn’t an option, and Nanami’s responsible for you. He looks out for you. This fucking loser though, is oblivious about anything but the skin your dress is showing off. In the brief few moments he gets to spot you walking off towards your street, that much becomes clear. You love making it hard for him. You’re basically magnetic, dragging him along from whatever chore he was doing to follow behind patiently, getting more and more agitated.

See, Nanami has thought quite often about what he is, and isn’t. You forced him to think it over whenever he found his mind wandering back to you each time it had the chance, squeezing around his cock and whining out your dramatics into his mouth. In his imagination, he’s easy to wrap up into a neat bow. With a begrudgingly growing interest each time you landed on his couch, or trailed behind him like a puppy at work. It’s because of all that introspection that he decided he isn’t a good do-er. He does good, and he is perfectly adequate at doing it too. But he doesn’t do it for the praise of it.

Nanami isn’t a hero. He isn’t a vigilante.

He’s a simple guy with simple wants: you. So there’s only one reason that crystalizes in his mind as he finds himself walking a good distance behind this fucking loser that you’re blinking stars up at. It isn’t a noble one. Just that every fiber in him aches to grab the guy by the back of his neck and kick his head like a soccer ball. You wouldn’t like that much, but he still wants to do it.

You’re beaming and chattering along like you do at such a pace that you don’t even notice that he’s started to follow behind. Hell, you barely even acknowledge a passerby to move out of the way. You’re totally zoned in to your doe-eyed, little fantasies— even as the distance gets closer and closer, and he’s walking down the now familiar streets towards your apartment. And as much as he wants to blame you, he can't. Not really. It’s not like he didn’t know what a sweet little cheerleader you were when you were prancing around his office with the shortest skirts known to man and a coquettish blink of your long lashes. But it’s different when it’s some two-bit, middle aged non-sorcerer with a five o’clock shadow.

It’s different when it isn’t him. Even you must know that. You must feel it.

The sky’s darkening as your conversation goes from enthusiastic to clearly flirty, letting your giggle ring out down the lane— as he makes up the last bit of distance. The guy’s probably musty breath reaching you as he swings his arm over your shoulder, as he pulls you close. As he fills your head with all kinds of promises that he definitely won’t actually meet as soon as he gets your pretty hands around his cock. He knows it, and he knows that even your innocent, sweet personality would take a hit if that happened. You wouldn’t be able to perform well at work, and maybe even your relationship with Nanami would suffer if you got your heart broken.

There’s a very clear path before him that ends right where you’re walking up the steps towards your door, and those pretty lips form words he can’t focus on. He walks up to the door, and only now do you glance behind you and your pretty eyes go curiously wide at him. “Nanami?” You’re so fucking cute. But that stupid fucking arm around your shoulders is in his way. It blocks you from view, and ruins the sight. It’s a bother. There’s only the faintest hints of  jealousy and rage left in his veins - when he gives you a quick nod, then turns towards the guy who’s now got an awfully dumb expression on his face. It reminds him a little of a curse, blank and narrowed and disturbed. He feels eerily calm, really. It’s a simple problem with a simple solution, isn’t it.

“What are you doing here-” you start to say, before you stumble back.

Blood splatters all over, and with an awfully easy motion that stupid head rolls and drops to the floor. It’s quick, and there’s a few seconds where he waits for the resistance. The uncomfortable feeling of guilt. But it doesn’t come—

Until your shaky hand clutches almost painfully onto his shirt, pinching him. “H- Nanamin. What the hell do you think you’re doing? What did you-” You gasp, breaking off into a choked cry when your eyes take in the sight before you, before squeezing your eyes shut entirely and starting to shake harder. “What’s- why?! What did you do? Why did you do that?! I can’t- I can’t even- what- why?!”

You shove him aside, and his foot lands in the mess as you fumble sticking the key into the lock— too shaky to control your own extremities well. But your mouth still hasn’t stopped running. “Stay away! Go away! You’re- I- hick- I don’t wanna look!” You finally manage to get the key turned by the time the tears are making your cheeks entirely shiny, snot running and lip wobbly like a five year old— and sink down into a crouch to start sobbing it out into your arm. “You just killed a-an-” You can’t even make it halfway through without breaking out into another squeak. “F-for no reason. I invited him here- seriously, what’s wrong with you?”

Your face doesn’t come up again for breath until he grabs you by the arm to help you up, and you shove at him again, almost yelling this time. “No, no, no no no! Leave me alone!” This little scene you’re making is gonna attract attention, you know. “Leave me alone, I want to go in!” Before the situation can get out of hand, he pushes your door open enough to toss you inside, and the body after you. There’s a muffled little whimper from you when it lands with a thump on your floor. But as soon as he closes the door, the surge of adrenaline calms.

He just has to explain it to you, give him a minute.

“I don’t wanna- I don’t-”

For some reason, the entire situation winded him, and his beating heart bangs loudly in his chest. He drops his weapon aside and kicks off his shoes, and goes to you— where you’re cocooned in your own arms, knees to your chest. “Hey, it’s-”

“Leave me alone!” you squeak, knocking his hands away from you, only briefly looking up. “Go. Hck- go away!” You’re crying so much that your eyes are red and your cheeks puffy. But he still grabs you by your arms and hauls you up into his chest, ignoring the way you make yourself dead weight. Brat. He wants to say it, but he’s pretty sure you wouldn’t be too happy to hear it at this very moment. It’s not like he blames you. He’s always tried to shield you from the more gruesome parts of the occupation as much as possible. Of course you’d be upset. “Nanamin~” you whine.

“Shhh, just calm down. It’s all good now.” His heart still beats so loud. Maybe he was angrier than he first imagined. He carries you -much to your dismay, if your sniveling cries are anything to go off- out of the hall and into your bedroom. Where it smells of perfume and girly body lotion, and so overwhelmingly like you it takes him aback a little. You’re still crying, and still talking- but he does his best to drown it out in favor of explaining. See, he’s always been such a sucker for you. Swallowing down the slight rasp in his voice, he allows you to drop back into your bed, and looks down at you. You’re still pretty even with your eyes clenched closed, and crying like a baby. “There, ‘s okay.”

He runs his thumb along your eyes, then settles down next to you on the plush mattress. “I didn’t mean to scare you. Listen-”

“How can I -hck- listen?!” You’re quick to turn your face away from him, and wrap your arms around yourself a bit tighter— probably unaware of the distracting way you push up your tits that way in that little implication of a dress. Really, Nanami swallows, you can obviously do much better than that loser that’s probably staining your carpet at the entrance. Your lip wobbles again, before you suck it into your mouth. “I don’t know what- or how- but that isn’t okay, Nanamin. I just-”

So again, he tries to get your attention, this time by grabbing your arm. “Just listen. I did it for you- if this was anyone else I wouldn’t have been so pressed.” It’s true. No one is a priority like you are. “I had to.”

“What are you talking about? How- is killing someone- oh god, there’s a dead guy in my house, Nanamin! I don’t k- what am I gonna do? Why would you-”

“I’m trying to tell you something.” His voice is lower and sharper this time, and your eyes finally shoot open to look at him. But it isn't that adoring little look you normally have, and somehow that pisses him off too. You really need to have everything spelled out for you, huh. He loves you though, really, he genuinely, genuinely does. As more than just an equal— if he could, he’d give you everything. He just doesn’t know how to say it, staring back at the wobbly tears on your face. “I love you,” is what ends up coming out, and then a breath.

And he’d say more if you weren’t such a talker.

Your face goes a little distant for a few seconds, before you shake your head. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“I will tell you, if you just-”

“I can’t accept that, senpai! You can’t just go around and kill-”

“I was protecting you!”

“From what?!” Before you even give him a chance, a real one, you start righting yourself on the bed and run a hand under your nose. And you stare at him with such disbelief and broken trust that it makes him feel a little dizzy. He doesn’t know exactly how he imagined himself spilling his guts, but it wasn’t like this. “You need to leave. And I need to contact someone from the higher ups to- take care of- I don’t even know,” you sob, “I don’t know how any of this goes. That’s so messed up, Kento.” That’s the first time you’ve ever addressed him by his first name. Scolding him for a choice he made purely for you. He did this for you. “You need to-”

He can’t let the first time end this way.

“Stop talking.”

“Stop talking?” You echo back to him, and glare, also getting up off the bed and farther away from him— and he can’t help but follow. “What did you think was gonna happen? That I wasn’t going to say anything?” As he gets up with you, you walk back a step, and your eyes flick back and forth between him and the door a few times. But he chases, and you jump in surprise when your back meets the wall, effectively trapping you between the wall and him. “I- Nanami-”

“Kento.”

You barely blink as you take a sharp intake of air, and then hold your hands up to his chest to keep some space between you two. “Look- just- we can talk about this, but I can’t just ignore that there’s a dead body in my house, Kento.” He’s really sick of you talking. You’re lucky he loves your voice so much, because if it was anyone else, he wouldn’t stand for it. Whatever you see in his expression must have you worried, because that slight defiance that remains gets awfully feeble when he reaches for you this time. “You’re scaring me. Please, just- hck- just back up. Let me process this, and then we can talk.”

“No, all your talking just gets in the way.” Your eyes go wide and a wave of heat washes over your features, making you look even more attractive. If he can’t tell you, he’ll just show you. You’ve got it all fucking wrong. What he feels for you is true love. Before you can go on another mad ramble, he grabs you and drags you back to bed, as gently as he can while having his hand screwed tight around your wrist. He wouldn’t ever actually hurt you. As you land on the bed, he holds you down— watching as you open your mouth to talk. But you can’t, because he’s already shoved two fingers between your lips and feels the way your hot, wet tongue squirms as he pushes them down your throat. “There, that’s better.”

Still you’re trying to talk, it’s almost funny. You whine around his fingers and gag when you can’t, breathing his name into an uncomfortable moan that just turns him on. You try to pull your head away, but you can’t. “You’re a lot sweeter when you’re not running your mouth sometimes, baby.” He can’t help it, it just comes out. He likes you so much, and you just look so cute gagging on his fingers and grabbing his sleeve like you’re not sure whether or not to pull or push. Tears start welling up along your waterline when he runs his fingertips over your soft, pink tongue. And his cock twitches in his pants.

That’s the good part, see. Even with all this fighting, you two still get along so well. You make him a better man when he’s around you. At least, in theory. He’s not crazy, he knows that holding you down and making you choke on his fingers isn’t really the best course of action -but you left him no choice- and he’s better off finishing what he started. “If you shut up,” he draws his fingers out of your mouth to start unzipping his pants, “I’ll let you breathe. If you don’t, I’ll make sure you won’t want to talk again.” It’s all up to you, pretty girl. Simple cause and effect. You take one sharp breath as you try to get out from under his weight, but there’s really nowhere you can go.

So you do what you do best, and whine. “Nanami~” It’s a baby-ish little whimper that makes him name sound so fucking good. But still. He grabs your face to squish your cheeks, and stares down at you with such intensity that you keep your cries in.

“It’s Kento.” His voice is a low, soft rumble. He wonder if it gives away the way his body feels right now, standing above you while his cock strains against his pants. They’re getting too tight to be comfortable. “Or daddy- you like that better? Say it.” You shake your head into his grip -but your ears start glowing another color brighter, almost like he’s caught you in a lie. Of course you do. You and him are made to be together. You let out another little squeak before he lets go of you to start undoing his pants. 

That apparently seems to be too much, because suddenly you’re trying to get up as you speak. “No, no, I’m not-” You’re trapped when he forces you back down and now yanks your head back by your hair, making you cry again. “Ow, please senpai— I like you, I really do- but I can’t- I- hang on.” The heat crawls up his neck to his ears watching your eyes go big as the belt falls and his pants go down his thighs. You really do look good on your fucking knees.

“I told you to stop yapping, didn’t I?” He asks in return, and finishes sliding his boxers down, kicking them aside. Then he pulls your face towards his cock and watches as you whine. “Open up for daddy. There’s only one thing your mouth’s good for.” You’re so easy to hold in place, and it sends unimaginable gratification through his body when your little tongue comes out for him. You’re really such a brat, making everything so fucking hard for him. 

You open your mouth enough for him to start pushing inside at just the slightest yank of your hair, making you whine and whimper as you shuffle around between his legs. Your hands come to rest on his thighs, but that doesn’t hold him from sliding the hot head of his cock as far as he can into your mouth right away. You look amazing drooling all over his cock, choking when he starts to move with the most patient moves he can manage. It’s not easy to do much of anything except rock himself on your soft tongue and feel your whining go down his shaft and balls. “There, now you’re making yourself useful. That’s what you do best, hm, fucking brat?”

“Agh, fuck- that’s- such a soft little mouth.” You make him feel heavenly, and by the way you’re shifting down there on the floor -trying and failing to get the friction you want- you’re also feeling it. He can tell by the way you blink up at him so slow, swallowing around him and letting that pretty voice out in the cutest, little moans. Just for him. Only ever for him. “You’re so lucky you’re this fucking cute,” he ends up rasping out, before letting you finally pull back to breathe when you start jittering. “Say something smart again, brat.”

“Agh, daddy,” you sob, drool spilling down your chin, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” He can tell you are. Your big eyes glossy and cheeks hot, you try to get up from the floor, and he yanks you up to turn you over instead. Your little dress rides up too easily, giving the rest of the way when he shoves it up your back. It’s almost embarrassing to see how wet you are, lacy panties soaked all the way through and peeled too easily aside to reveal that needy pussy. And you don’t even deny it, just shiver when he runs his finger up and down your slicked up cunt. “Please.”

He’s such a sucker for you, fuck. It’s almost like you know it. “My little cock slut, look at that. You’re dripping down your thighs, brat.” He spits on your center once before lining up and sliding in, and watching as your little pussy stretches around his cock with some effort— as you let out a lewd, almost desperate whine. “Fuck.” And Nanami hoists himself over you to start fucking into you, hips meeting your ass as he bottoms out, as you open your legs further to let him in. Your back half hangs pathetically over the end of the bed as he fucks into your tight, hot -so fucking hot and wet and beaming- pussy and his balls clap against you. You feel so good it’s hard to hear anything over his own heartbeat hammering wildly against his ribs.

“Daddy feel good inside?”

“Mhm, agh-yea.”

You too, baby. Nothing in the world feels as good as letting your pussy swallow and suck him in deeper, like you’re trying to hold him in that impossibly hot, blissful clutch forever. He can’t even hear much of your whining and moaning and pitiful struggle, but you probably haven’t stopped. You don’t even have the energy to close your mouth, trying to push back to meet his thrusts more even as he bumps against the end of your pussy— and his one hand is squeezed around your neck. But you look pretty this way. You look useful.

“Tell me how much you like me.”“So~ much, so much, fuck. I’m gonna cum, Kento. Daddy.” Your mouth’s still running when he snakes his hand underneath you to start rubbing at your puffy clit, and feels the way his own body starts to tighten when your walls clench wildly around him. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum. I want you to cum too, want to feel it- I wanna have you deep inside me forever, ah, ah. Oh, you feel so good, fuck.” It’s almost ironic when he thinks about it. How much he likes you running your mouth like this, begging for more. It’s poetic.

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