#kento nanami x black y/n

[spliffymae]

take a hint, kento nanami

⚠️ she/her pronouns, smut, pet names, bathroom sex, kento is a bit freaky, he is also jealous, established relationship, swearing, possessive nanami, kento is a dom if you squint.

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it was disrespectful, to say the least. the way gojo threw himself at you. how he would sit so close to you with his arm thrown over your side of the couch. how every story he told he had to touch your wrist or arm to grab your attention—despite you making eye contact and actively responding to him.

you two, along with all the staff from jujutsu tech were at a get together hosted by satorou, who just wanted to celebrate the end of the school term with his esteemed colleagues.

but he also wanted to use this party as a way to get to know you better. he had gushed to nanami about how pretty the school’s nurse was. how you were too sweet to him when he would come in to get checked after a mission. he would always tease that “your smile’s the only medicine i need.” which he knew was a stupid pick up like, but hoped you would appreciate his obvious corniness.

gojo was smitten with you. if he wasn’t knocking on your door for impromptu lunch dates, he was running by you every and anything that seemed ‘out of place’—a runny nose, pain in the neck, ache in his toes. gojo pulled out all the excuses he could think of to see you. 

and nanami absolutely hated it.

i mean, how could he not?

after all, you weren’t gojo’s girlfriend-you were his.

but alas, nanami was private and didn’t want to put his relationship with you out to everyone. he honestly didn’t see a point of it. the relationship you two had didn’t deter you from still treating him and his students after a mission. or stop either of you from obeying the rules.

“y’know, my students would love a health lesson from you, (y/n). it would be ideal to reach them first aid so they can help themselves and each other in the field, no?”

nanami was sitting on one of gojo’s lounge chairs he kept across the couch, legs crossed with a cup of water in his hand. gojo had offered him a much stronger drink, but he declined. he wanted to throw the water in gojo’s face.

“it would be, gojo. i should speak to other teachers as well. maybe they would like lessons too.” you beamed, and nanami felt the left side of his mouth twitch up. of course, you would act as if gojo wasn’t speaking with an alternative meaning.

“perhaps we should meet another time after school to go over what the students should be taught.” he was persistent, god was he persistent.

you nodded, “that would be smart, but i’m in a rush after school so maybe lunch would do? you could come to the office during the break.”

the way gojo’s lips curled into a smirk made nanami want to break the glass over his head. becauese of course he would think you’re alluding to something else, the sleaze he is.

“lunch would be perfect, sweetheart. thank you. a-and the students thank you too.”

you nodded, a small smile across your lips. you could feel nanami’s burning gaze on your face, but you did your best to not look his way.

“could i use your bathroom?” you asked, clearing your throat to rid you of any anxieties. you were feeling hot, whether it be from gojo or nanami you were unsure, but you were in dire need of a reset.

gojo smiled, “yeah um, my toilet down here is broken so just go up the stairs and to the third door on the right. it’s my masters en suite.”

he was sending everyone else to his general upstairs bathroom. but you? no, you deserved the privacy, absent of people rushing you.

you thanked him before getting up and walking away. despite having his blindfold on, nanami could see gojo staring at your ass. how it swayed underneath the maxi dress he warned you not to wear. the one that had an open back and showed your brown skin that seemed to glow under the roof lights of gojo’s house.

he wanted you dressed in a blouse with jeans but nooo, you pouted and complained about the sweltering summer heat and feigned exhaustion.

“i’m also a grown ass woman and if you want any tonight, don’t tell me what i can and can’t wear, kento.” you had sassed, patting his cheek before walking in to your walk-in closet.

“kento, be honest.” gojo started, pulling his colleague out of his deep thought.

“mm?” nanami hummed in response. it was still heavy on his mind, you and gojo. how insufferable it had been to be around you two. sure, you weren’t throwing yourself at gojo right in his face—but you also weren’t completely shutting down his advances.

gojo scooted to the edge of the couch and leaned in to nanami’s space, an indication he didn’t want anyone to hear but nanami himself.

nanami leaned in to listen, “do you think i’d have a fair shot with (y/n).?”

and nanami really wanted to break the glass over his head.

“m’not sure, satorou. do you know if she’s seeing anyone?” he feigned curiosity. because he wasn’t going to just say no. if he did gojo would take immediate offense and demand for nanami to explain himself. and god he just wanted to leave.

“she couldn’t be. no one dating a woman like that wouldn’t be out with her, having her on his arm. he’d be a jackass, if i ever knew one. that type of woman you keep close to fight off the creeps.” gojo leaned back after, putting both his arms over the back of his couch.

nanami didn’t say anything in return, he couldn’t. he felt his jaw clench in anger. “where’d uh, you say that bathroom was again?”

“hm? oh yeah it’s the second door on your left.” gojo didn’t find it odd nanami didn’t answer his question. honestly he knew the type of man his colleague was—stoic, quiet, to himself. he knew half the time he was just responding out of curtesy, not interest.

but oh, if only he responded.

if he had, nanami would not have gone up and left to go upstairs. he wouldn’t have reached upstairs to see the bathroom vacant, but hear a toilet flush. it came from gojo’s room.

inside, in the en suite bathroom, you had flushed down some napkins you used to wipe away the sweat that you had. gojo’s constant flirting was too much for you but coupled with nanami’s look, you were a nervous wreck!

it had been nice to get away from the party and have a bit of peace and quiet.

when you had finished freshening up, you stepped out to find nanami standing in the bedroom, hands in the pocket of his suit pants.

“kento, hey. oh gosh i’m so glad to see you.” you were relieved, the smile in your face proof of that.

“sure you weren’t expecting someone else? satorou, perhaps.” he walked closer to you. your eyebrows furrowed in confusion at his question.

“what? no. ugh, i wanted that man as far away from me as possible.” you shivered from the memory. you had been sick of gojo’s advances but he seemed to never pick up the hint.

nanami smiled, “good. because watching you two made me want to break my fist across his jaw.” he clenched his jaw again, the sight getting you to bite your lip.

the thought of him jealous was turning you on. how you knew what would follow when you two left the party. nanami jealous was rare. he was secure in himself and your relationship for the most part. but there would always be those days.

days like today.

“wasn’t even paying him any mind, kenny.” you stood on your toes so that you could be at the height to reach his lips, but kento straightened up some. your lips brushed his instead of kissing them.

“what was on your mind then, love?” he took his hand to cup your jaw, his thumb rubbing back and forth against your soft cheek.

“you.” it was quick. it had to be. you had no time to say anything else because nanami picked you up with the quickness and brought you to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter.

it happened in a flash. the way he choked you back against the mirror as he stood between your legs. he didn’t say anything, he just looked at you.

“you wanted me, hm? to do what? fuck you senseless right out there for everyone to see?”

you didn’t say anything. instead you moaned.

“wanted me to hit him? tell him to keep his fucking hands off you?” he leaned in closer, his minty breath hitting your face.

“kento…” you whined, but he didn’t care. hell, you didn’t even care—you didn’t even know what you were whining for him to do. you just needed him.

“she want me to help, hm? c’mon love,” he stroked your neck with his thumb. the sensual touch got a shiver to crawl up your spine.

you pouted, “kento please. i-i didn’t say anything to him.” and shouldn’t you be rewarded for turning down another man’s advances? especially a man as loaded as satorou gojo?…most women would fall to their knees for him at first glance.

nanami smiled, pulling you closer to him but still keeping hold of your neck. “i told you not to wear this thing, didn’t i? got all that asshole’s attention.” he gripped at the fabric of your blue dress. if he could he’d tear it off you. but he would wait until you two were alone to do that.

“i didn’t want it, kento.” god, you were so pouty. your plush brown lips smeared in a pink gloss just begging for his lips to kiss it. he was close enough to smell the peach scent that came from them. his favorite. “only wanted your attention, kenny. jus’ you.”

you were slowly grounding your hips into the counter for some kind of friction against your clit. you needed him to touch you, to mark you. god, if there was ever a time for him to break out of his shell, it would be now.

but you knew kento. he was timid, shy when out in public with you. yes, he had the confidence of a god when up against a curse, but when it came to you, you had him stuck.

or so you thought.

kento had dropped his eyes to see your movements and chuckled, “you’re acting like a bitch in heat. just wanting anything to ease this, huh?” he pushed your legs open and slapped your clothed cunt. you moaned on impact.

“k-ken.” your lips started to quiver. “baby i was good.” you begged but for what? mercy? for him to continue? to stop?

nanami pulled your body to the edge of the counter. he raised your legs to be propped up on the counter, folding you in what would technically be a mating press if your back was flat.

your underwear was on full display. a bright pink contrasting with the dark brown of your thighs. the was a damp spot that he groaned at. it’s like he became primal at the sight.

“keep your hands here.” he instructed yoh to hold your position as he lowered himself to the floor and brought his face to your pussy.

“kento, i don’t think i can be quiet. i think we should—ohhh.” your head flew back against the mirror as he licked a stripe up your pussy. he began to eat you out through your panties, his hand hiking them up so they would rub against your clit.

“oh fuck, ken please!” your grip on your shins tightened, eyes on the blond strands that moved in between your thighs.

nanami was hungry for you. he had watched you in the dress all evening and could practically hear his cock call out for your tight hold. your ass looked phenomenal, your breasts sat pretty, and he wanted to leave his mark on every part of your body.

he pushed your underwear to the side and fought the urge to roll his eyes back at what laid before him. your pussy dripping in your essence, pulsing around nothing in dire need of him—any part of him. his fingers, his tongue, his dick.

“she is so pretty, isn’t she?” he took his finger and traced your bottom set of lips, dipping his finger in only slightly to caress the inside. they would rub your clit a bit before he’d pull out and hold his finger to your mouth. he loved to watch you taste yourself.

and when you accepted his finger into your mouth, swirling the digit around, he wanted to cum in his slacks.

“when we go home, i’m gonna bury my face in this pussy until i get five orgasms outta you. but for now….”

he took his hand away from your mouth and unbuckled his pants. he pulled them and his boxers down to reveal his tall and hard dick, with a tip leaking precum.

“i want satorou to hear everything he can’t have.” he spat in his hand and rubbed himself, before positioning himself at your entrance.

he pushed only the tip in at first. your body tingle at the feeling. his thumb rubbed circles on your clit, making you wetter as he pushed more of himself inside.

“k-kento.” you breathed out, hand coming off your shin to press against his abdomen. it was a failed attempt at stopping him from bottoming out, but you were really not trying to have all your coworkers hear you.

“i mean, imagine his surprise when he sees it’s me who’s making you moan this way. making his little crush cry tears over my cock. what do you think he’ll say, love?” nanami had buried himself within you successfully, his balls now pressed against your ass.

“aht—no no, baby,” nanami tsked at you as he watched your eyes flutter. he gave your cheeks a couple slaps to alert you, “keep those eyes open or i swear i’ll stop.” he was breathless, and a part of you wanted to call his bluff.

“i asked you a question. what do you think satorou would say if he saw us?” he wanted your answer. because he wanted you to think of how embarrassed you would feel. how flustered and hot you would become from one of your coworkers catching you being used as a personal cocksleeve for nanami.

but then you began to think of how hot it would feel to possibly be caught by gojo. he did have a crush on you, that was clear. and he would have to see you on his bathroom counter, folded in half and getting stretched out by someone who wasn’t him.

“did you just clench around me? fuckin’ slut.” nanami hissed and stared at you in disbelief.

“kento please fuck me. make him know i’m yours.” you begged like your life depended on it. and what kind of boyfriend would he be if he didn’t grant your wishes?

his thrusts were slow to start. he focused more so on making you feel all of him instead of delivering fast strokes. it was almost passionate, but there would be a snap of his hips as he’d push back in that would remind you he was going to fuck you. and it was going to leave you either dumb or limping…or both.

when he started to pick up the pace, he put his hand on top of yours, pushing your bottom half more into the counter to get a better angle. “oh, fuck kento!” you cried out.

“have to be louder than that, baby. i need him to hear how loud he’ll never make you.” nanami was aggressive in his thrusts. they were swift, deep, and every other one would have your clit stimulated as it brushed against his trimmed pubes.

“kenny let me touch you, please. i needa feel you, baby please.” you were a teary eyed mess,yearning to feel nanami’s warmth on your body. his hands weren’t enough.

“wan’ kiss me, baby? can’t be satisfied until every part of me is on you?” nanami would normally kiss you right away as you asked. yeah, he was dominant in the bedroom but usually when you asked for a kiss he would be ready to plant one on you instantly. but right now?…oh honey you’d have to work to get those kisses.

“can’t stand seeing him touch you. then talk about you like your some piece of meat.” he fucked into you harder, speaking through gritted teeth. he was pissed at the way gojo responded to his question. how he viewed you as arm candy instead of an individual.

“my beautiful girl. smart and gentle. fucking sweetest pussy i ever had.” he moaned, “he’ll never look at you again without seeing me—without smelling me on you.” his hands came off yours and allowed you to push yourself up by your hands. you were more up straight now, and we’re face to face with your boyfriend, who had his forehead against your own.

“kenny please, m’so close!” you were unapologetically loud. he was snapping into your hips like he hated you, but god did he love you.

he loved the way you put your arms around his shoulders and brought him closer. he loved the way one of your hands gripped his blonde roots every time he stroked in while the other clawed at his shoulder. he loved the way you wrapped your legs around his waist, locking him in place.

nanami moaned, head falling back as your walls seemed to clench him just right. his left hand flew out and gripped the door frame while his right held your waist.

“fuck!” he groaned. you peppered kisses along his neck for a second before he brought his head down and captured your lips in a sloppy kiss.

“kentoo,” you squealed. “m’right there, babe.” you repeated it over and over.

“so cum pretty. and let me fill you up so you can carry my cum in that leaky pussy. sit next to gojo with me leaking out you.”

you pulled on his tie as you came, your hips rolling to match his thrusts. he came shortly after you, his cum painting your walls and filling you up.

you were a wreck. kento had slid himself out of you to look at the damage he had done. your knotless braids were sweated out, dress wrinkled with stains of yours and kento’s spit, sweat, and juices. he looked ahead in the mirror to see his shirt was also wrinkled, tie pulled loose and hair ruffled.

kento smiled and stuffed himself back in his boxers, quickly tidying himself up. you on the other hand, we’re leaning against the mirror, trying to recover.

“oh no, love, you’re getting some on the counter.” kento taunted as he looked down at the white liquid that seeped out of your pussy, shining against the marble counter. he chuckled to himself as he bent down and pulled your panties back on. he pressed two fingers to your clit, getting you to jolt and hiss.

“c’mon baby, we aren’t done yet.” he helped you come off the counter and stand on your feet. “may not be in trouble, but clearly i got to show you no one else can do what i do.” he kissed your forehead.

you smiled up at him with doe eyes, not a single thought except him behind your orbs. he did as planned, fucking you dumb and also getting you to limp as you walked.

“i love you, kento.” you mumble into his chest, putting your arms around his torso. part was because you wanted him to hug you, the other was because you needed him to help you stand straight.

“i love you too. now c’mon, you need some food in ya.”

it took a lot to surprise gojo. he wasn’t the naive or gullible type, so he often didn’t get tricked into the ruse’s of surprises. but oh, did he get one today.

he had gone upstairs to make sure you were okay. you hadn’t returned and he worried you had gotten mixed up or side tracked with the conversation you guys had. it didn’t phase him that nanami hadn’t returned.

he went upstairs to find the general bathroom in use, but heard what sounded like a cry from his room. he quickly walked over but stopped just as he crossed the threshold. he froze when he heard the most angelic moan leave your lips.

his cock strained in his pants, but the feeling of euphoria was shortly lived as you choked out, “k-kento…m’right there…”

and gojo swore his jaw hit the floor. kento? as in nanami kento?

he heard nanami demand you cum. he heard his teasing about the counter, and you going back out to sit next to gojo with nanami’s cum in between your legs. and he heard you tell nanami you loved him.

gojo was humiliated.

he was confused.

but worst of all, he was hard.

he remained frozen in place as you stepped out the washroom. he could smell the sex you just had. you looked fucked out, but you were glowing. gojo’s cock stirred as your eyes looked at him and you smiled. “gojo-san, thank you for such a great party.” you patted his shoulder as you passed him on your way out with giggled leaving your lips. you were going to grab your belongings and shoes.

nanami came out after you, ears perking up that gojo was in the room. he walked toward his coworker, tucking his shirt back in his pants. “i told you satorou, you should’ve asked her.” he simply shrugged and walked past gojo, who still stood frozen in shock.

nanami was positive gojo got the hint now.

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[morgluvsconnie]

“i’m home!” you lazily kicked off your shoes from a long night shift at work.

the house was quiet.

quiet.

wayyy too quiet.

“probably sleep.” you mumbled to yourself, referring to your husband, nanami, and your child.

taking off your coat and hanging it beside the door, you tossed your keys on the dining table and made your way towards the stairs.

“kento?” you said quietly, checking your bedroom.

you frowned a little at the fact that he wasn’t already peacefully in bed as he’d normally be.

you hummed, looking around before looking across the hall at your child’s room. opening the door slowly, you paused at the sight in front of you.

nanami and your child on the floor, paint everywhere.

nanamis face was painted a nice green and purple while your child’s face had smeared blue and yellow. you blinked, stepping into the room.

they both paused in their actions and looked at you with wide eyes.

nanamis hair was tied in two pig tails on the side with pink bows to decorate them, the same with your daughter. you opened your mouth to ask what happened, but couldn’t find the words.

your gaze moved down to the matching tutu nanami had on over his sweat pants with your daughter.

you couldn’t help but laugh a little. kento’s ears turned a slight pink as he looked away from you as you cracked up in the door way.

“oh my gosh…” you wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, walking over to them and looking at nanamis face and hair.

“what happened?” you managed to breathe out.

“daddy played dress up with me!” you daughter hopped up, an adorable smile on her face as her hands were soaked in pink, glittery paint.

you looked back at nanami, trying your best to hold in your laugh. “nanami…” you snickered, cupping his face and making him look at you.

your daughter hopped back over to nanami, grabbing his face and patting it. “mommy, isn’t he pretty? he’s a princess!” she smiled, giving nanami a kiss on the cheek with a ‘mwah!’ sound to follow.

nanami groaned, laughing nervously.

“i didn’t know you were gonna be home this early…”

[salaciousdoll]

· · Just in: Kento Nanami isn’t tolerating his young hot neighbor party habits, here’s what he has to say · ·

･˳ . ⋆ Reporting Live from Kento Nanami and Next door neighbor!Fem!reader ･˳ . ⋆

୨⍣୧ ⁺⁎˚ ⋆━━ Warnings : smut, Nanami is a hard!dom, hair pulling, creampie, fucked through orgasm, pet names( stupid bunny, slut, etc.), degradation is big time here, bed breaking( not just the head board), breeding kink, Nanami talks about getting you pregnant, hardcore, reader is mind fucked, Nanami is pussy drunk, reader is dick drunk, fluids( cream, squirting, drool), if I’m missing anything let me know WC: 1,081

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Nanami always kept his eyes out for the new neighbor who threw parties with mountains of people coming in and out. He was pretty tired of the parties you throw even if you never introduced yourself to any one of your neighbors. You were young and everyone in this neighborhood was either stepping into their 30s or older than that. Only reason he knew you were young was because of how often he’ll see you leave and come in with different boys and girls.

The parties you threw were rowdy and full on project x type beat except without trashing your house. Nanami would be sleep and all he would hear is screams, music, and even the sound of fucking near his window. It’s like you didn’t care about anything or anyone, not even the complaints or calls from the police the other neighbors sent.

So Nanami didn’t care about the way you were clawing at his chest with your long, pretty acrylics as he gripped your hair in a tight ponytail— pounding into your pussy from beneath you with no mercy. The squelching sounds weren't enough to make him stop, in fact, that’s the sole reason he kept going. He ignored your cries and scrambling to get away from him because of how good he stretched your little hole out.

“ you’re not lasting like I thought you would… I mean sluts last long, so why aren’t you?”, Nanami grunts into your ear, his hips thrusting up into your weeping pussy, angrily. He didn’t care about the bed hitting the wall as he fucked you like the whore you’re mother wouldn’t be proud of.

You coughed and tried to make eye contact with him, but his grip on your hair was too much for you to see his face under you. So you cried out your frustration through crystallized vision, “ M’not a slut. Please slow down, Mr. Nanami.” Your sweet little moans and whimpers were beautiful.

Nanami let out a loud growl like moan and wrapped one arm around your body while he now had some of your ponytail tangled and wrapped into his hands, he was making your hair messy just like he was making your pussy messy. You partially regretted coming on because of the dare, but in the same breath, you were happy because now you’re living two of your fantasies.

“ You are. You are. Nnnhh, you’re a little slut that’s been disturbing this neighborhood since you stepped foot in here. Shame on you, did your mother and father teach you anything or are you too dumb of a bunny to understand. Fuck!”, Nanami grunts out his words because of how tight your fluttering walls wrapped around his dick.

Nothing but cries and little chokes escaped out of your mouth. You couldn’t form basic words, how dumb can you be? Nanami balls were slapping on your puckered hole from how fast and rough he was going. You gave up on digging your nails into his chest because you were so fucked out and tired from the pounding he’s giving you. So now your bare chest was pressed onto his bare chest, sweat glands producing from both of you.

“ Please! Please! Please! M’gonna m’gonna— uhhnnn.”, your moans were suppressed by his smooth lips. You were screaming into his mouth as you squirted over his pelvis, his balls, and legs. Some of it was getting on his sheets and he didn’t care one bit. He was too angry at you to see how messy you’ve gotten his covers.

You tried to scramble off him because you were squirting too much and the pressure of it all was too much especially for your already beaten up pussy. It’s like Nanami has superhuman speed and stamina. He sped up even more faster as he fucked up into you, you and your pussy screamed and cried.

Nanami grunts were beginning to become broken, “ Sh-ittt, s’good, pussy is so good squirting like that. I guess all those boys coming in and out of your house taught you how to milk cock, perfectly.” Your eyes widened and then they rolled back into your head at the rolling of his hips hitting the inner thighs repeatedly.

As soon as he did one more snap of his hips, the bed frame broke underneath you two causing a loud noise to erupt from how hard it hit the floor. The poles attached to his bed fell in the opposite direction of you two. If someone were to walk in right now, they’ll see that it looks like a tornado hit his room with how broken the bed was. Yet that still didn’t stop him. He now had a great angle as he pounded your tired, wet cunt over and over with one knee propped up, so you were now fucking rapidly and properly. He felt your velvet walls sucking him in with your liquid coming out at the same time. You were perfect for his cock. Nanami’s cock was big, way too big for your pussy. He loved your pussy so much. He was too drunk on your pussy to understand that his bed broke.

“ My fucking slut, such an devilish little temptation you are, gonna breed this tight little pussy. Nghh! Hopefully that’ll get you to stop having these parties and fucking with those boy toys of yours…. Settle down and grow round and big with our child, how does that sound? Hmm.”, Nanami moaned as you were now creaming on his cock from how overstimulated you were.

Your brain was fogged and your words were slurred with drool hangin out your mouth as you answered him, well tried. Luckily he understood every word you said. “ Yesh—yess, I wan’ your babies. Ahnnn. Want to be full and bloated with your children, mmm mr. Nanami”

Nanami smirked in victory because now there were no more parties, boys, or loud music. Gotta love corrupting and breaking his pretty little neighbor.

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satoru gojo.

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choso kamo.

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nanami kento.

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sukuna ryomen.

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[wxxpingangxls]

big men with hefty muscles who purposely don't hold you still when you're having sex together - particularly when he's eating you out - purely because he wants you to think you have a chance at escaping his overstimulating grasp. no no no, he wants you to run away. he wants you to run away so he can yank you back to your place by your ankle, before giving you a knowing look. he loves seeing the sudden shock and fear over come your face before it contorts into pleasure once again. and instead of fear coming on your face, you come on his. he truly loves his life and more importantly he loves you.

Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Kishibe, Kenpachi, Shuhei, Shunsui, Reiner, Choso, Sae, anyone else 🤗

[shegetsburned]

archeology teacher!kento who’s your first-semester teacher for your anthropology major. he was recommended by one of your friends so you took his archeology class.

archeology teacher!kento who’s considerate and kind towards his students and has an inspiring passion for history although he comes off as stoic and aloof.

archeology teacher!kento who laid his eyes on you the first time when you came after class to his desk to ask questions, leaving a permanent impression on him with your cute demeanour and bright smile. your interest made him question his.

archeology teacher!kento whose athletic build molded by his tight blue shirt attracted your gaze more than once while he explained roman architecture with his back turned toward the class.

archeology teacher!kento whose subtle eye contact makes your heart flutter and your thighs clench together. he’ll always find your gaze whether you’re at the back of the class or on the sides.

archeology teacher!kento who won’t hesitate to take overtime if it means being able to deepen the subject with you and help you in any way he can.

archeology teacher!kento who shifts closer to you while showing you slides of ancient artifacts, occasionally brushing your elbow with his.

archeology teacher!kento who’s normally capable of separating sentimentalism from service, but can’t get you out of his head. thinking of you in ways he shouldn’t be thinking about when it comes to his students.

archeology teacher!kento whose hunger becomes more and more insatiable the more time he spends with you. his focus failing him every time you look into his eyes while he speaks or when you touch his elbow as you get up from your seat at the end of the studying session.

archeology teacher!kento who closes the door behind the last student after a two-hour long class on a friday evening, leaving you two alone. despite his tired figure, he insists that he can still work on some subjects with you.

archeology teacher!kento whose explanations are unusually incomprehensible and languorous. you ask if you should call it a day but his demanding eyes tell you otherwise.

archeology teacher!kento who leans on his desk, inattentively misplacing his stuff and shifting his weight closer to you, his cologne blesses your nostrils when his neck is to your height, forcing you to look up.

archeology teacher!kento whose heavy breath lends on your forehead when his hands grab the sides of your chair, pulling you closer, his thumb just slightly caresses your thighs sending shivers down your spine.

archeology teacher!kento who gives up any kind of restraint and self-control that inevitably comes with the job when he lifts you up on the desk, placing a ravenous kiss upon your lips, his hands tracing your curves up and down.

archeology teacher!kento who hurries his movements, skillfully undressing you with little to no regard for anyone that might enter and watch him fuck his student.

“n-nanami. is it okay?” you ask against his lips, already melting into his touch. you were certainly more concerned than him for the consequences.

but he had watched you for weeks, rubbing yourself against your chair, nervously biting your lips and nibbling at your pen while he taught the class. he had enough of your subtle grins and teasing smiles.

“i don’t care.”

archeology teacher!kento who gets off on your shy moans that echo through the whole amphitheatre. your hesitant whines are blocked by one of your hands until he grabs your wrist, pulling it down against the desk.

“let me hear you, sweetheart. let the whole school hear you.”

archeology teacher!kento who lowers your pants and underwear before unbuckling his belt and steadying himself right in front of your entrance, a grin on his lips when you ask for him by pulling his tie down.

archeology teacher!kento who mercilessly pounds into you, holding your hands down behind you and bending your body so your back arches against the wooden desk.

you wrapped your legs around him, pushing his weight forward, asking for him deeper, but the sheer size of his member was already enough to completely fill you. whenever he moved, it bruised your tight pussy, completely covering him with your seed.

archeology teacher!kento who places gentle kisses upon your ear and neck despite how greedily he fucks you. your nails dig into the desk to maintain yourself, every time he thrusts in.

archeology teacher!kento who easily but patiently leads you to multiple orgasms, keeping you in his class for more than one hour of overtime.

archeology teacher!kento who lets no part of your body undiscovered, leaving no place for the imagination when you end up completely naked as he eats your pulsating cunt just like you expected he would.

archeology teacher!kento who watches you leave his class for the tenth time, but this time satisfied. you left a delicious imprint on his lips and his hands that he’d think about for the whole weekend. he knew he needed to have you all to himself now and promised he’d ask you out for a proper date next time, hoping you wouldn’t say no to a teacher who had taught you so much already.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[angelbwrry]

while we’re young. kento n. 435.

cw ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪ nsfw link, unprotected sex,tent sex, dirty-talk, creaming, ummm praise? just a drabble . . . minors go away

nanami would probably enjoy scenarios that balance control and intimacy. he might like the idea of a quiet evening at home, starting with a slow, sensual massage that gradually leads to more intense moments. the idea of teasing you, making you wait and beg for him, is incredibly appealing to him.

he might also enjoy the thrill of more adventurous settings, like a secluded getaway where you both can explore each other's desires without any interruptions. role-playing could be another scenario he'd find intriguing, allowing both of you to step into different characters and dynamics, adding an extra layer of excitement to your connection.

overall, his scenarios would likely focus on deepening your bond while exploring new and thrilling experiences together.

“fuckkkkk nanami!” you sob out, your voice breaking with desperation as your hands reach out to grasp something, anything. the emptiness of the camping tent offers no solace, no anchor to steady yourself against the relentless onslaught of his hard thrusts. every powerful movement sends shockwaves through your body, your ass reverberating off his toned stomach with a rhythmic slap slap slap that shatters the serene silence of the woods around you.

nanami’s grip on your hips tightens, his fingers digging into your flesh with a possessive intensity. he loves watching you cream around his throbbing cock. he’s relentless, each thrust deeper and harder than the last, pulling you back in when you try to run, driving you to the brink of madness. your mind is a whirlwind of sensation, the pleasure so overwhelming that it blurs the lines between pain and ecstasy. you can feel the heat radiating from his body, his breath hot against your neck as he leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear.

“tight ass pussy,” he grunts, his voice low and rough, sending shivers down your spine. his words only heighten your arousal, your body responding with a fresh wave of wetness that makes his movements even smoother, more fluid. the sound of your bodies colliding fills the tent, a symphony of raw, primal desire that drowns out everything else.

your nails dig into the fabric of the sleeping bag beneath you, seeking purchase as you try to ground yourself in the midst of the storm. but there’s no escaping the intensity of his thrusts, no reprieve from the relentless pace he’s set. your moans mix with his grunts, the air thick with the scent of sweat and sex. you can feel the tension coiling in your belly, a tight knot of pleasure that’s ready to explode.

“please,” you beg, your voice barely more than a whisper, “please, nanami, i’m so close.

“such a cock slut, look at you drunk off my dick.”

[gardentool]

[Another Itadori training session]

Nanami: You couldn’t use Black Flash fast enough. You just killed Y/N.

Y/N: Honey…

Nanami: I can’t hear you, Y/N. You’re dead.

Nanami, to Yuji: They bled out in your lap. How will you break the news to me? Let's see.

Yuji: We don't have to do this.

Nanami: Ah, Itadori, how are things going with Y/N, the love of my life? Wait, why are you here at this late hour? And whose blood is that?

Yuji: Okay, I get it.

Nanami: It's Y/N’s? This is devastating. I'm inconsolable. And…

[Nanami snaps his fingers]

Nanami: I’ve killed myself.

Yuji: Cool. I can see this is gonna be fun…

[oreoluvskento]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream, and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards,

sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carrier, against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, on the back of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce, in the pool, in the garden, bent over, in the basement, against the window, having the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, era ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffing, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind blogging, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan introducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, body shivering, orgasmic, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, devious, scrumptious, amazing, delightful, delectable, unbelievable, body numbing, bark worthy, can't walk, head nodding, soul evaporating, vulcano erupting, sweat rolling, voice cracking, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell devolving, hair ripping, show stopping, magnificent, unique, extraordinary, splendid, phenomenal, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening sex

[dolcettamagica]

being nanami’s baby girl

[0hmyg0th]

#𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎★ ╰┈➤ the things you would do to make that man fuck you with his suit on﹒⪩⪨﹒

 ⸻ you didn't know why. usually, men in suits would be a turn-off for you; you felt like they would be too uptight, too much of a hardass. but damn. nanami kento ( grade 1 sorcerer) sat across from you in this hot and sticky conference room, in the blazing heat of Tokyo. and it seems like every season - like clockwork, he would wear that suit. that blue dress shirt that hugged his body so tight that you can see the mere outline of his pecs, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows having his beefy arms and the veins that traveled down to his hands, his fingers. 

you daydream about his fingers, wrapping them around your throat, down your mouth, in your wet pussy that would clench around him every time he would rub just right. you took your pen, the clicker part into your mouth. just slightly gnawing on it. but your eyes moved down further and you weren't even embarrassed to be looking. ken had his legs open, wide. i think he was so preoccupied with the sheet paper in his hand that he didn't even take notice of how tight his pants were. the tan-colored material stretched around him, his bulge made its way to the surface. you were almost positive that he wasn't hard right, that was just how it always looked. even on soft.

you bet it was curved. and you bet he doesn't shave either. all hairy and untamed and not even on his pubic area but everywhere. his chest area and then you just so happen to imagine him with a beard … nah that wouldn't suit him.

I'd bet he fuck hard, you thought. you would tie that unmatched tie he always wore but never matched with the other colors he wore around your neck. he would take you senseless, not even apologizing for it. hell, you would be the one to convince him to do it. you envision him spanking you, telling you how much you've been a bad girl.

you smirked. twirling yourself in the rolling chair you sat in. You could feel the faint heartbeat of your clit throbbing. you need friction, so while everybody pays attention to the all-mighty gojo. you rubbed your thighs together, it wasn't the friction to bring you close to the edge but it was something you closed your eyes to, oh boy the things you would do to make that man fuck you with his suit on. right here, right now.

"y/n.." the six eye sensei spoke. even with that stupid blindfold on you can tell all six of eyes was looking at you. and he and you both knew why... fuck

he definitely caught you. and he will never let you live this down. ever

☄. *. ⋆ nanami kento [ this is exactly how i imagine ken to be in that conference room ]

✎ main mlist ﹒⪩⪨﹒comments and rebogging is appreciated but not required :) ﹒⪩⪨﹒ leave requests for jjk charcters if you want more!

[cvpidzcvrse]

ʜᴜsʙᴀɴᴅ!ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴs

MDNI, get away!!

✦A/N: this is just something small to post before I start working on a new fic. it’s between Gojo and Ony hopefully I’ll figure it out by tonight. but enjoy this one loves!!

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Headcanon: Nanami Kento.

⋆.ೃ࿔*･Warnings: oral, mdom, a little nsfw headcannons, and unprotected sex (wrap it up guys)

(some of the headcanons are directed at black women)

Husband!Kento proposed with a necklace instead of a ring because a ring is too easy to lose. He’s a meticulous gentleman, so he takes the necklace off whenever you take a shower and leaves a trail of soft kisses along your neck. 

Husband!Kento Refuses to let you wake up to the horrid and deafening ring of an alarm clock. Instead, he peppers your face with soft kisses and runs his large hands over your body softly.

“My love, It’s time to wake up.”

You groan slightly, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes and pulling the covers down to your waist. You come face-to-face with your husband’s loving eyes. He runs his hand along your hips and presses a sweet kiss on your lips. The Passionate act still lingers seconds after his lips leave yours. 

“Let’s have a good morning, beautiful…”

Husband!Kento loves it when you share your gossip with him. Samatha’s marriage is falling apart? He knows. Erika has a new girlfriend? He knows. He listens to every word leaving your plump lips and remembers just in case you quiz him about it later on. 

Husband!Kento adores the way your hips sway when you’re cooking or getting ready for bed. He’ll always watch you, whether he’s doing paperwork at his desk or simply just enjoying your presence. His eyes will always be on your body and you can feel his loving gaze every time. 

Husband!Kento did tons of research on how to take care of your hair. He knows how difficult it can be to take care of black hair so as the loving husband he is, he wants to help you in every way possible. Always asking if you need help taking down braids, helping you detangle your hair, and even helping you find out which hair product is better for your hair type. 

Husband!Kento loves your hair so much that he even gives it a soft tug when you’re doing a good job sucking his cock. His hand is always on your head, usually pushing you down further on his cock. 

Husband!Kento favorite position is cowgirl. He loves the way your love handles feel under his grip. He’s completely mesmerized by the way you throw your head back and the rhythmic movement of your tits. Seeing the way your engagement necklace hovers over his face completely sends him over the edge. 

Husband!Kento has a rewards card for a local lingerie store around your shared house. He has to buy lingerie often because he rips it off of you the moment he sees that lacey, bright-colored, bra and panty set sitting on your smooth skin. 

Husband!Kento is only rough if you ask him to or when you catch an attitude with him for no reason. He loves sex when it's slow and sensual. He likes the intensity of it. He also enjoys punishing you when your frustration is aimed at him for no reason. 

“Mmm…Ke-Ken! I-I’m…fuck…s-sorry” 

You’ve lost count of the amount of orgasms you’ve had. Your juices are soaking the sheets, your limbs are tied to the bed, and your stunning husband is sitting in a chair facing the bed watching you lose your mind.

“Apology not accepted.”

He turns the vibrator up another level. 

Husband!Kento loves fingering you while he’s on a business call. His calm and composed appearance completely contradicts your messy one. His stoic facial expression doesn’t convey any hint that he’s knuckles deep inside of his wife.

[ramonathinks]

Nanami Drabble (18+ age gap, slight corruption, manipulation, videotaping, slight smut) let’s ignore that this is a repost .

Politician!Nanami who’s running for mayor. Besides him, it’s just one other guy. Nanami isn’t corrupt, prides himself on that fact — nobody can ever really find anything he did wrong, his track record is amazing. But, then he meets you, his young new secretary who wears glasses and a tight pantsuit that he stares at whenever you bend over.

Politician!Nanami who’s so close to your fathers age but he aged well. Built and sturdy. Tall and broad. Talks with a deep voice that makes you clench your legs.

Politician!Nanami who insists that you ride in his limo with him, he doesn’t mean for what happened to happen but it does. Your hands pulling his cock out free and with hushed whispers and gasps you finally put him in your mouth. His hands grabbing a full head of hair and choking you a bit, it’s been so long since he had any real touch on him besides his own.

Politician!Nanami who has meetings in his office with you under his desk, bent over and ass up, teasing your wet folds until you can barely hold it together.

Politician!Nanami who’s slowly falling in love with you and really hates it because he knows how the media will treat you.

Politician!Nanami who feels a bit betrayed when he learns you’re his competitor’s daughter, even more betrayed when he realizes that maybe you were using him.

Politician!Nanami calling you late at night to ask “why” and “was everything a lie” which you just sniffle and say no, but now he can’t truly believe you.

Politician!Nanami who threatens to release a tape of the time you two spent together, even though he won’t do it.

Politician!Nanami who’s convinced that he just needs to get out of the race, ready to withdraw because either way nothing makes sense to him anymore.

no part two

[shegetsburned]

❝ a man of honor ❞ w. kento nanami 𝜗𝜚.

BRIDGERTON AU⌇

• — dearest reader. this author finds herself bearing the most curious of news, for it isn’t without surprise that the viscount nanami has caused ruckus amongst the young ladies of the ton, upon his arrival. gracing us with his presence, he has not yet announced himself eligible for this social season and, i believe, does not intend to do so. but doesn’t love find itself in the most peculiar of places when one least expects it? • — a/n. let’s just say that bridgerton has, yet again, a hold on me, also, i am in no way an historian nor a perfect writer but i do hope y’all can enjoy this different little piece.

.nsfw.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who, despite himself, had found the need to return to london for a matter of affair and is set on departing as unbothered by the social season as he was when he first arrived.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who has never taken his social standing lightly and knows he’ll be the object of many desires considering his status as a seven and twenty years old unmarried man. described as a man of honour, suited for the finest lady, but buried in his work and duties.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who attends most balls, making quick appearances here and there and avoiding hungry mamas at all costs, partially hiding in the gardens or engaging in business conversations with other suitors, always eager to return to his chamber. that was until he found the most beautiful excuse to not participate in any courting competition and declare himself ineligible to the ton. you.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who had found you hiding in the very same place he was, that night. a very debutante, who didn’t feel yet a need to marry. you had approached him in need of advice, not in need of a husband. you knew who he was but had no intention nor expectation for any kind of courteous exchange. you just wanted to know how he was successfully avoiding many of his greatest admirers without breaking a sweat.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who did not give much thought to the both of you talking at first, it was easy and the conversation never felt forced. you did feel like a breath of fresh air. you had attracted attention amongst the men of ton quite easily with your gorgeous smile and attentive gaze, which kento had immediately noticed but when you felt like he was really listening to the words you uttered, you became quite acquainted to the viscount’s presence.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami whom you had invited for dinner with your family and was confirmed to be quite the gentleman everyone said he was. well, at least, that’s how he appeared before your family. from across the table, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. the way you parted your lips to eat or placed your mouth so carefully around the gorgeous glass to drink hypnotized him. your warm smile and laughter were music to his ears, therefore most of his attention was directed towards you.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami whose thoughts becomes dreams in a matter of weeks. your body draws itself in his head. every time you graze his shoulder with yours, his heart flutters. he’s almost ashamed to admit that he’d rather sleep than awaken alone in his bed when he’s been having the most indecent dreams about the gorgeous debutante he’s unable to have. your words resonate in his sleep until they become pleads and moans he wishes to hear.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who despite his title, his honor and even his words, became aware of the fact that he wanted much more than being friends with you. although he didn’t want to burden you with his occupied life, he couldn’t help but boil when one curious man came to your encounter, asking for a dance. you weren’t a fool and quickly noticed the viscount’s name written all over your dancing card moments later. you did wonder how it would look to the eyes of everyone else, but he surely didn’t care.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who has privatized your company not only by dancing with you all night during the ball but also by inviting you to his estate in london. it wasn’t long before you realized how occupied he was but also how he tried his best to escape your chaperone and have you all to himself in his bureau.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who loathes the thought of not having you close to him. he had offered no ring nor promises, yet here he was, teaching everything your mama hadn’t. taking away every ounce of purity you once displayed to every other eligible suitor with his careful hands. you could still feel his lips along your neck and his hold around your waist hours after the act.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who truly believes he is a man of honour, even with your legs parted for his hand to explore your most sensitive places with your naked back against the walls of the library of his estate. the sound you make, he wished no other men to hear when it graced his ears, hurrying his movements and developing the most intense of needs. he trailed your back ever so gently to detach and remove your gown with such delicacy it made your whole body shudder.

˗ˏˋʚ viscount!nanami who, despite engaging in such shameful activities, roams around you, just as before. having eyes only for you and ignoring every little distraction that came his way. the rest of the ton surely did wonder how the most anticipated pairing of the season will officially come to be. many questions lingers in one’s mind when two individuals such as yourselves spend so much time together. had he purposely made you wait to attract the other suitors’ attention and find you as desirable as he did? had he already compromised your integrity and claimed you for himself in secret? he did fancy himself the gentleman, so why hadn’t the big question been asked already?

surely, you did know it wouldn’t be the last time you’d be able to call him "my lord" and it certainly wouldn’t be the last time he’d be able to look at you in the eyes and call you his lady.

© shegetsburned 2024 please do not repost/edit/or claim my writing as your own.

[sanjisblackasswife]

Can u pleaseeee do a part 2 to the nanami cam girl fanfiction 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

Part 1 Of Nanami x Cam!Girl Reader Here

Blk!Fem Reader in Mind

CW: Pervert Nanami, Nanami with a voice kink, Idk. Smut fr w some plot.

“Sssshit, yes baby….” Nanami’s voice growled from the back of his throat, his legs beginning to rise as his body tenses for a moment. His groans echoed through his empty apartment, only thing luminating his room was the lights of the city and his phone in his hand.

He threw his head back to land on the headboard, mind feeling a little fuzzy. This orgasm definitely drained him way more than any this week.

Maybe because this particular video he was using to get off was his and only for him.

“I um…i hope that was good for you Mr. Nanami.” She spoke breathlessly holding up the camera above her face as she laid on the fluffy pillows on her bed, eyes were dilated, cheeks flushed despite her skin tone, strands of hair on her forehead. She must have overworked herself this time. She did cum more than usual, as requested of him. “I never came that much, I almost feel embarrassed i couldn’t last as long as I should of.”

“You did amazing, sweetheart.” Nanami thought as she began to ramble a bit….per requested. Her voice was almost the equivalent to an angel through his ears. So soft, feminine and gentle.

Almost the polar opposite of her whiney, loud, slutty voice when she moans his name.

“I never gotten a um…private suggestion and you’ve been…so sweet with your donations I actually was able to get a new camera for it so of course I had to show you!”

“I noticed.” He thought, a faint smirk arising on his face.

“As promised though please do not share this video or post on any other platforms. Please.”

Nanami clicked off the video to give a long sign of relief. Her voice was too cute;

“Please.”

His thoughts still going a mile a minute, “Maybe next time she can beg to cum for me.”

Shaking his head to clear some of his perverted ideas he got up to take a quick shower and put on some new sheets. He actually tired himself out tonight, but he still couldn’t completely fall asleep.

He was tired yes, but everytime he shut his eyes they fluttered back up.

Tossing and turning on his bed he reached for his phone again, maybe another rewatch?

The shame nanami felt watching the streamer was now completely gone, he only watched her anyways and something about her voice always helped him not only get off, but fall asleep.

He remembers hearing a very….perverted conversation with Geto and Gojo about listening to sexual audios when they are too sleepy to watch a video, but too awake to fall asleep.

…It was 7am and honestly Nanami tried to ignore it, but Gojo was so damn loud.

With a moment before reconsidering he reached for his airpods and phone off the dresser again and scrolled through her videos.

This one. This video where she first moaned his first name was soothing

….to him.

Laying on his back, gently allowing the weight of his lids to fall shut he turned up the volume of his phone and just listened to her.

He replayed the video so much he almost can invision what she was doing in the exact moment she was speaking.

Nanami had no intention to touch himself again, just to simply hear her, but how naive of him to think he can listen to the wet sounds of her cunt and her soft moans and NOT have a body reaction.

He felt himself get hard, palming his shaft he rubbed it through his boxers, face getting red from the lewd thoughts he imagined from the video.

Nanami invisioned him on top of her, throwing her pretty thick leg on his shoulder, kissing her ankle to distract her from the full feeling of his tip and a few inches of shaft pushing its way inside her. When she moaned Nanami’s name he imagined that’s exactly how she’d sound the moment he bottomed out.

Without noticing his hand was down his boxers moving his fist at the same pace she was fingering herself.

Nanami wasn’t the type to make A LOT of noise when hes self pleasuring. He’s more vocal when with a woman, but his thoughts almost felt like reality he started to speak to himself as if she was there.

“Goooood good girl, sweetheart. Keep your eyes on me…yesss fuck—-so good taking me in like this….”

He never really got off to just audio before, but somehow with his eyes shut he felt more sensitive and it wasn’t long until he felt close again, but he tried to hold on until til she was as well.

“C’mon baby…just like that cum with me. Yes fuck—-“

It probably would seem embarrassing to see such a big strong man whimpering in his bed alone at the thought of fucking a girl he doesn’t even know, but fuck it he did not care. It felt too good to him

It wasn’t too long until he made another mess. Sucking his teeth he just grumbled to himself knowing he needs to grab a towel, but before he does that, he moves over the table in his phone and clicks “New Message”.

While still coming down from his high, Nanami sends another $200 donation and private message to the pretty streamer stating;

“How much would it be for a private phone call?”