#namami x reader

[bluukive]

!MDNI: Random hcs - JJK

an - just some random thoughts about my malewives. VERY explicit, do NOT interact if you're a min0r

ᡣ𐭩 G. Satoru

Fụcks you like he's shooting a pọrno, which he kinda is because of the camera that he's holding. Makes sure to get all the scandalous angles, like close-ups of your pụssy lips spread around his thick length. Obnoxiously zooms in on your face and mocks the way your mouth hangs open and eyes roll back.

Pụssy talking, hehe... has full-blown conversations to you when he's between your thighs and even assigned it she/her pronouns because he's inclusive like that. Tells your drenched cụnt all about his day whilst he's french-kissing your entire pụssy. Licks up all the strands of slick that connect his lips to yours like someone's starved him.

Messy. Won't hesitate to spit in your mouth and kiss you senseless, urging you to do the same. Nasty with it, quite literally tongue-fụcking you to the rhythm of his hips.

ᡣ𐭩 G. Suguru

Has a dacryphilia kink TRUST ME. I don't mean it out of pain, but he likes seeing you cry out of desperation or because of how good HE is making you feel. Not anyone. Just him. He likes kissing or licking away each tear, murmuring condescendingly into your ear about how you look so pretty crying for him.

Wants his hair pulled. Not gently, but enough to have him hissing at the slight sting. He wants his entire head to move when you do this, especially when he's eating you out from below. He doesn't mind it when you forcefully guide his movements like this.

Heavy into worshipping. With you, he'll cụm all over your chest, thighs, ąss. EVERYWHERE, and that includes inside. Suguru would then lick it all up, muttering about how utterly devoted he is to you. His hands are soft when it comes to dragging them all over your body. He truly makes you feel loved.

ᡣ𐭩 T. Fushiguro

NAASSTYYY MAN mmfngn my fave. This man grunts, groans, treats sẹx like a whole workout session and doesn't feel accomplished until you're both sweaty and red. He's so animalistic when he's really into it, leaving handprints and bite marks wherever he can.

Loves positions that can really show off his strength. This includes full nelson, mating press, doggy with a foot on the back of your neck hello??? Gets all mean when he deems the arch of your back inadequate (Inspired by @/tonycries I LOVE it when she includes this)

Voyeur but only with you. Likes watching you pleasure yourself and failing because he KNOWS he's better than whatever you use on yourself. Jerks off with that stupidly cocky smirk of his, pretending like his bąlls aren't aching to be drained. I don't know who he's trying to fool.

ᡣ𐭩 N. Kento

Has a secret folder in his phone named something completely random, like 'meetings' or 'important'. The folder only consists of the filthiest voice recordings of you during intimate times (sounds of you taking his cọck so well down your throat, skin slapping against skin, your moans most importantly)

Loves (consensual) sleepy sẹx. He loves how domestic it feels to wake up beside you and coax you into a state of arousal. There's no rush to either of your movements as he spoons you from behind, one leg over your hip and cọck nestled deep within.

Refuses to cụm until you have at least twice. Your pleasure comes first, and he takes great pleasure in gently squeezing his cọck so that he doesn't cụm early (just from seeing you feel good). His head would throw back, exposing the column of his throat that rumbles with a groan from edging himself <3

ᡣ𐭩 S. Ryomen

Scent obsessed. His senses are definitely heightened compared to yours, and he'll obscenely sniff every part of you, dragging his nose and tongue in areas ranging from between your legs or the crook of your neck. Can definitely smell the adrenaline and fear when there's (consenual) chasing involved.

Cụms literal buckets. Enjoys seeing that slight pudge in your belly after a thorough marathon of him dumping his thick load into you repeatedly. NOT ashamed to eat you out after either. Maybe fantasises about that bump growing into something more. He thinks you'd look pretty all pregnant with his 'heirs'.

Loves the sound of you gagging on his cọck. He knows he's big, but hearing you struggling to take him deep into your throat boosts his ego even more. Holds you down and feels the way you spasm around him, enjoying the way you let him roll his hips further into your mouth. Dare I say he cụms in your mouth and grips your throat tight enough to feel you swallowing...

[cr4yolaas]

hi :) if it’s not too much trouble, can you write about the jjk boys with a blind reader?

feel my love for u! — various jjk men

tags: fluff for all but toji; his is a little bittersweet ʅ(◞‿◟)ʃ, may or may not be an inaccurate rep of blind individuals, gender neutral reader, not proofread

notes: thank you for your request anon !! i didn’t really get too specific with the reader being blind, as i wasn’t sure how to go about it without jumping to conclusions. hope u all enjoy regardless ^_^

𝜗𝜚 nanami kento is caring, without bounds. the first time he meets you, he’s indifferent to what you believe sets you miles apart from your peers. he thinks you’re silly for doubting yourself, but he understands that your beliefs have their roots. and so, he is gentle — although he has a busy schedule that leaves him rather unavailable, he always ensures that there is space for you. he finds peace in the little routines he’s built around you, whether it’s morning walks shared when the crowds are low as he intertwines your hand with his, or quiet evenings spent with delicate touches and whispered words only for you to hear. he does his best to accommodate you in any way you deem necessary — all he wants is for you to be comfortable.

𝜗𝜚 gojo satoru adores you a little bit more for it, but he won’t say that out loud. at times, he’ll find himself using it as a means to hold your hand at any given moment, insisting that he just wants to help — even if you laugh at him and argue that you’re fine. by extension, he unapologetically grows more attached to you. he develops a habit of latching onto you the moment you enter his field of vision, serving as a display of both his clinginess and his willingness to be there for you. he’s touchy, but he’s careful — he’s aware of how many obstacles you have to traverse around throughout your daily life, and he’s more than eager to guide you through each hurdle. he’ll sit with you in silence as you trace the features of his face, and at the same time, he’ll always give a piece of himself for you to hold onto while he rambles on and on about his day. he’s willing to adjust in any manner to make you happy.

𝜗𝜚 toji fushiguro bears an unmatched degree of hesitance when he first meets you. his lifestyle isn’t the safest, so to say. he’s rough around the edges, and he admits that to you as soon as he discovers your condition. but with your persistence, he finds himself longing for more — uncharacteristically, he yearns for the delicate moments you share. he yearns to feel you fiddling with his calloused hands as you conversate, he yearns to hear your voice as you scold him for being a little too reckless, he yearns for the simplicity and vulnerability you bring to his life. and yet, he knows it’s not good for you — he tries, he tries oh so hard to fight against his heart, but he can’t quite name the last time he’s felt so cared for before you. he’ll admit he’s overbearing at times with his protective mannerisms, but he’s desperate to cling onto you, even if it drives him to the edge.

𝜗𝜚 choso kamo is simultaneously curious and eager. he had interacted with curses who couldn’t see, but to witness a human with the same troubles was new to him. he wants to know everything — he wants to know your daily routines, what you struggle with the most, what you do to accommodate yourself. but most importantly, he wants to be there for you. even if you insist that you can suffice, he wants to support you by any means necessary. yuuji once told him that it’d help to keep you within arms reach whenever you need it, and he takes it a little overboard — you find his arm wrapped around your waist every minute, and he tugs at the fabric of your shirt when you try to pull away. he grows a little too jumpy, as well — his hands instinctively grab at any corner near your head, and he almost always runs by your side whenever he sees you walking alone. regardless, he loves to learn about you and serve as a pillar for your troubles.

[actuallysaiyan]

😈😈 soooooo kento's darling wife was getting flirted with by a random guy and kento feels the urge to "claim" his wife against the wall of their bedroom. How exactly would he do that?

I think he would be able to keep his calm and be cool about it. He'd be leading her home, an arm wrapped around her to keep her so close.

The minute they are behind closed doors, he has her pinned against the wall. Their kisses are so hungry and fierce. His hand lingers on her neck, but he's not pressing hard. Just enough to feel her pulse quicken under his touch. He looks deeply into her eyes, a smirk forming on his face.

"I don't even have to ask you. I don't even have to make you confirm it. I see just how much you adore me in those beautiful eyes of yours."

He hoists her up, helping her out of her clothes while he pushes his pants down past his ass. Pumping into her hard and fast, but still making sure she's enjoying every moment of it. His eyes almost never leave here as he fucks her stupid.

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[tiedsuccubus]

What position was nanami’s mom getting clapped in to create such a beautiful man

[saintsole]

gege when i catch you gege

art by: silentsnow777 on ig!

[carnalcrows]

ONCE UPON A TIME

DISNEY X JUJITSU KAISEN CROSSOVER MASTERLIST.

in honour of my blog hitting 2K followers, I'll be having an event!! (of sorts)

content warnings: 18+, smut, angst, top and bottom reader depending on the story, ftm reader in 1 fic, ftm character in 1 fic, flower language, too much plot.

status: about to begin

comment to be tagged!!

dividers belong to @edensrose

LAVENDER'S BLUE

Starring...

Gojo Saturo as Prince Charming,

and

the Reader as Cinderella

cast: Geto as the Evil Stepfather, Mimiko and Nanako as the Evil Stepsisters, Toji as the Captain, Shoko as the Fairy Godmother, Megumi, Yuuji and Nobara as the mice,[etc].

synopsis:

Your life’s never been a fairytale. With a cruel stepmother, two spiteful stepsisters, and no way out, you’ve learned to keep your head down and dream in silence. That is, until a reckless, too-handsome prince crashes into your world—one who’s just as desperate to escape his own.

Two strangers. One night. And a chance to finally run.

A WHOLE NEW WORLD

Starring...

Choso Kamo as Princess Jasmine

and

the Reader as Alladin

cast: Gojo as the Genie, Geto as Choso's man in waiting, Megumi as Abu, Gakuganji as the Sultan, Mahito as Jafar, Yuuji as Rajah, Toji as the military general, etc.

synopsis:

You’ve always survived with quick hands and quicker lies, never expecting more from life than the next stolen meal. But when a chance encounter pulls you into the palace—and into the orbit of a quiet, sharp-eyed royal—you find yourself tangled in something far bigger than either of you imagined.

In a city of secrets, maybe the greatest risk is letting someone truly see you.

UNDER THE SEA

Starring...

Suguru Geto as Ariel

and

the Reader as Prince Eric

cast: Yaga as King Triton, Gojo as Flounder, Nanami as Sebastian, Shoko as Scuttle, Kenjaku as Ursula, Kaori as Vanessa, Utahime as Grimsby, Megumi as Max, etc.

synopsis:

The sea has always sung to you. But it isn’t until you’re pulled from its depths by a stranger with eyes like ink and a voice that haunts your dreams that you start listening.

He doesn’t speak. He walks like he’s learning how. And something about him feels like déjà vu wrapped in salt and longing.

Three days. That’s how long you have before you lose him forever.

And he? He’s already given everything just to be by your side.

DAYS IN THE SUN

Starring...

Sukuna Ryomen as the Beast

and

the Reader as Belle

cast: Naoya as Gaston, Gojo as Lumiere, Geto as Cogsworth, Shoko as the swan brush thing, Kaori Itadori as Missus Potts, Yuuji as Chip, etc.

synopsis:

In a quiet town where nothing ever seems to change, your life is far from peaceful. When your father is taken by a mysterious monster who demands you take his place, it feels like there’s nothing left to hold on to. At home, you’ve never known love or warmth—only distance and silence.

So, when the chance to escape comes, even under such dark circumstances, you’re left wondering if there’s more to this strange creature than what you’ve been told.

FIXER UPPER

Starring...

Toji Fushiguro as Kristoff

and

the Reader as Princess Anna

cast: Nanami as Elsa, Yuuji as Olaf, Megumi as Sven, 8 as the Duke of Weselton, etc.

synopsis: In a kingdom frozen by a mysterious curse, you set off on a journey to find your estranged brother. With only a few trusted companions by your side, you venture into the wilds, hoping to uncover the truth behind the cold that has gripped your world.

Along the way, you’ll face challenges that test your strength and your heart, but nothing can prepare you for the secrets that lie ahead. As you unravel the mystery, you begin to question who you can truly trust—and whether you can break the curse before it consumes everything.

EVER EVER AFTER

Starring...

Kento Nanami as Robert

and

the Reader as Giselle

cast: Gojo as Edward, Nobara as Edward's daughter, Geto as Nancy, Megumi as Pip, Meimei as Queen Narissa, Toji as Nathaniel, etc

synopsis:

You were on the brink of your fairy tale come true—soon to marry a charming prince in a world of magic and dreams. But when a jealous spellcaster drags you into the harsh, unforgiving real world, your fantasy shatters. Lost and out of place in a city that doesn't believe in happily ever afters, you find an unexpected ally in a cynical man who has long dismissed such notions.

As he helps you navigate the struggles of this new world, you begin to question everything you thought you knew about love. Torn between the prince you were meant to marry and the real, grounded connection you start to form, you must choose which kind of love is worth fighting for.

© carnalcrows on tumblr. Please do not steal my works as I spend time, and I take genuine effort to do them.

[nilla03]

𝑩𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 ✰

𝑃𝑙𝑜𝑡：𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑢𝑏

𝐶𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠： 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛 𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖，𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ 𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔，𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑐𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑏𝑦

Nanami wasn't thrilled about you going out, but he let you go. You had pouted, kissed his jaw, and assured him you'd be safe, promising to text him throughout the night. He trusted you-of course, he did-but that didn't mean he liked the idea of you in some dark, crowded club, surrounded by drunk men who wouldn't know how to keep their hands to themselves.

Still, he kissed your forehead before you left, his large hands squeezing your waist as he muttered, "Be good."

You had every intention of listening. Really, you did.

But a few drinks in, and things started getting a little hazy.

You were laughing with your friends, dancing under the dim neon lights, feeling warm and weightless as the alcohol pulsed through your veins. You had been texting Nanami like you promised-little updates here and there-but at some point, your replies got lazy, a few too many typos slipping in, and then... nothing.

That's when he decides to come get you.

By the time Nanami arrived, you were at the bar, giggling at something your friend said, a drink in your hand that you were already too tipsy to finish. He spotted you instantly-your pretty outfit, your glossy lips, the way your jewelry caught the low lights. You looked like a doll, and you were practically glowing, but the moment his sharp eyes landed on you, all he felt was irritation.

Of course, you had gotten carried away.

You didn't even notice him at first, too busy swaying to the music, but the second a warm, familiar hand touched the small of your back, you gasped. You turned, blinking up at him with wide, glassy eyes, a smile spreading across your face.

"Kento!" you chirped, stumbling a little as you reached for him. "You came!"

Nanami exhaled through his nose, steadying you with one firm hand. "Of course I did," he said, his voice even. "You stopped answering your phone."

"I did?" You frowned, pulling out your phone and squinting at the screen like the little device had betrayed you. "Oops..."

Nanami only shook his head. "We're going home."

You pouted, clinging to his arm. "But I was having fun."

"I can see that," he murmured, his eyes flicking down to the way your dress had ridden up from all your dancing. His jaw clenched.

"Come on, sweetheart. We're leaving."

The ride home was quiet.

You sat in the passenger seat, still tipsy, playing with the hem of your dress, stealing little glances at Nanami He was gripping the wheel tightly, his jaws is expression unreadable.

You knew that look.

He wasn't angry-not really-but he wasn't happy either.

When you pulled into the driveway and he helped you out of the car, his hands steady on your waist, you leaned into him with a dramatic sigh.

"Kento," you whined, tilting your head up to look at him. "Are you mad at me?"

His golden-brown eyes flickered down to you, his fingers tightening slightly around your waist. "No," he said, calm as ever.

You let out another little whimper, pressing against his chest. "I just wanted to have fun," you mumbled. "Now l wanna feel good..."

You curled your fingers into his shirt, tilting your face up for a kiss, but he only exhaled sharply through his nose.

"No."

Your brows furrowed, and you let out a small, needy sound as he pulled you inside, guiding you toward the bedroom.

You thought he was going to give in, but instead, he sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled you onto his lap-his thigh, to be exact.

You blinked, confused for a moment. "Kento?"

"If you're so desperate," he murmured, his hands resting heavily on your waist, "you can help yourself."

Your face burned as you realized what he meant. Your thighs squeezed together on instinct, your hands resting on his broad shoulders,

"That's mean," you whispered, trying to shift in his lap, but his grip tightened.

"You were being a brat tonight," he said, his voice low and unwavering.

Your breath hitched.

He was warm beneath you, his thigh firm and unyielding as he kept you still. You squirmed, just a little, testing him, but his fingers dug into your waist, keeping you in place.

"Go on," he murmured, voice deep and smooth. "Show me how bad you want it."

Your lips parted slightly, embarrassment and arousal mixing in your chest, but you listened.

You shifted against his thigh, feeling the friction immediately, and let out a soft, desperate little whimper.

Nanami exhaled through his nose, watching you with sharp, dark eyes.

You whined again, pressing your forehead against his shoulder, but you didn't stop moving. His thigh was so firm beneath you.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt, your breaths coming out in short, needy little gasps.

Nanami hummed, pressing a slow kiss to your temple.

Your body was trembling-hot, desperate, on the edge-but Nanami still wouldn't budge.

His hands stayed firm on your hips, guiding you over his thigh, keeping the movements slow, controlled, not enough.

You were falling apart, your whimpers turning into soft little sobs as you rocked against the hard muscle, your slick staining his slacks, making a mess of him-but he didn't seem to care.

"You're crying again," he murmured, voice smooth, unaffected. His eyes moved down to where your hips stuttered against his leg. "Pathetic."

You were pathetic, and you didn't care.

You sniffled, rubbing your teary cheek against his chest, trying again to grind harder, to chase the relief you needed, but his grip tightened, forcing you back into that slow, agonizing pace.

"K-Kento," you gasped, nails digging into his arms.

"Shh," he murmured, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "You can finish, sweetheart-but only if you do it my way."

You let out a broken little whimper, nodding frantically, your body twitching against him. "I-I will," you hiccupped, pressing your face against his shoulder. "Please, I-I c-can't-"

Nanami hummed, finally letting you move again-but not how you wanted.

He controlled it-pressing your hips down harder against his thigh, making you grind exactly how he wanted, dragging you over the fabric just right, making the friction sharper, deeper, more.

You sobbed, your fingers curling into his shirt, your thighs squeezing around him as the pleasure hit, sharp and overwhelming, making your whole body tremble as you came with a choked little gasp.

Nanami exhaled slowly, watching you shake in his lap, his grip loosening just slightly, smoothing over your soft, overheated skin.

"There you go," he murmured, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your forehead. "That's my girl."

You hiccupped, still trembling, still trying to catch your breath as he rubbed slow circles into your back, grounding you, keeping you close.

"Messy little thing," he sighed, his voice softer now, amused.

You sniffled, pressing a weak little kiss to his jaw, blinking up at him with glossy, exhausted eyes.

"Still mean," you mumbled, breathless.

Nanami sighed, brushing your hair back from your sticky, flushed skin. "You're exhausting."

But he was soft with you now, gentle-pulling you close, letting you curl against him, keeping his big hands warm and steady on your body, even though you'd ruined his pants, even though you'd whined and begged like a spoiled little brat.

[lilacgaby]

kento's favorite part of his day wasn't waking up an hour earlier than you to prepare your favorite breakfast, along with your coffee just the way you like it.

it wasn't waking you up gently, with a kiss to your forehead as you stirred. a smile overcoming your face as he carressed you, helping you down to the kitchen.

it wasn't chatting with you on the couch, his body on yours as you two spoke endlessly on whatever was on your minds. his hand on your knee, his hand supporting his face as he nodded along to whatever office gossip you had for him that day.

all those were close contenders, don't get him wrong. but nothing beat the brief moments where he'd be taken care of by you.

you, who fixed his hair every morning. his stubborn side part wouldn't move he reasoned, that's why he needed you to do his hair for him, to run your fingers through it with a light styling gel. to stand in front of him as he got to stare at you, wanting to close his eyes as you rub his scalp but simultaneously wanting to burn your face into his memory.

you, who tied his ties everyday, making sure they were fastened before he headed off for the occasional mission he'd take on. he didn't have time, that's what he said everytime you met him at the door, standing on your toes to peck a kiss on his lips before he left.

you, who placed two final kisses on his cheeks as he walked out the door.

he loved taking care of you, but he couldn't lie and say he didn't love you taking care of him that much more.

[myluckyluv]

His Cunt, His Rules

CW: Rough sex,Free use dynamic (consensual),Daddy kink,Degradation kink,Praise kink & Spanking kink

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI.

The door shuts harder than usual. His keys clatter. His tie is halfway undone. Nanami Kento is done with the world.

All day, he thought of you—how warm you’d feel under his hands, how soft you’d be in his lap, how good you’d sound moaning his name.

But what he hears instead? Moaning. Already.

He rounds the corner and stops dead.

There you are. On the couch. Hand between your thighs, tank top rolled up, playing with your pussy like you didn’t belong to someone.

His eye twitches. His cock twitches harder.

“You touching yourself without me, sweetheart?” The tone is calm, but deadly.

You gasp and jolt up. “Kento—! I didn’t think you’d be home yet—”

“Clearly.” He drops his bag, loosens his tie the rest of the way, and strides over with that focused fury that makes your legs tremble.

“You forget the rules?” he asks, kneeling between your thighs. “Or were you just hoping to get caught like a filthy little slut?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls your fingers out of yourself. Soaked. “Disgusting,” he mutters, but the way his pupils dilate says he loves it.

He sucks your fingers clean—eyes locked on you—then slaps your inner thigh.

“Turn over,” he says, voice like gravel. “Elbows on the couch.”

You obey, heart pounding, and before you can fully settle, his palm crashes down against your ass—loud and stinging.

“This ass bounces when you touch yourself too, huh?” he sneers, smacking it again. “You like being a disobedient little whore?”

“N-no, Daddy—I was just—”

“Just being a dumb little brat who needs to be reminded who owns this cunt.” Smack. Smack. The strikes fall in rhythm, leaving you breathless, teary, and aching.

“Count,” he growls.

“One—t-two—three—” you gasp through gritted teeth, voice breaking by the eighth slap.

He soothes the sting with a rough hand, gripping your reddened cheeks. “You dripping for me now, sweetheart?”

He slides his fingers between your thighs. “So fucking wet. Didn’t even need me, huh? Just a needy little toy with no self-control.”

Then he’s between your legs—licking, sucking, devouring like it’s his personal mission to break you open.

You moan so loud it echoes off the walls, body quivering with every flick of his tongue. And just when your orgasm builds—

He pulls away.

“No.” He spits on your cunt and slaps it. “You come when I let you.”

You sob into the couch cushion, desperate, ruined.

Nanami rises to his feet, unzipping slowly, deliberately. “You want Daddy’s cock that bad? Ask for it like the pathetic little cumdump you are.”

“Please, Daddy—want you to fuck me, use me—make me yours—”

“Already am yours,” he mutters darkly, slamming into you in one brutal thrust. “This sloppy little hole was made for me.”

The rhythm is merciless. His grip bruises your hips. Your thighs slap back against him with every stroke. His belt still hangs from his pants—swinging as he ruins you.

“You think anyone else could fuck you like this?” Smack. Another slap to your ass. “No one gets this pussy but me.”

“Only you, Daddy—please, please—” you cry, overwhelmed, overstimulated, ruined.

“That’s it. Take it. Let Daddy fill this cunt the way you need. Fuckin’ bred like my dumb little housewife.”

Your orgasm hits so hard you scream, legs trembling, body convulsing. And he doesn’t stop. “One more,” he grits. “You’re not done. You’ll come for me again.”

He fucks you through the overstimulation, your body twitching, your mind melting, until the second orgasm breaks you down completely.

He groans as he finally spills inside you, burying himself deep, thick cum filling you to the brim. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s fuckin’ mine.”

And as you pant, sweat-soaked and ruined, he leans over, whispers into your ear:

“Next time, you even think about touching yourself without me—I’m tying you up and spanking you until you cry.”

[pixelscutz]

kento nanami headcannons 𐙚

nanami shows love through actions,, he notices the smallest things—if you like your tea a certain way, it’s always ready for you before you ask. if you’re tired, he’ll run you a bath and fold your laundry.

he's protective but not controlling, he won’t hover, but he’s always watching from the sidelines. if someone so much as disrespects you, he’s using that grade 1 sorcerer strength to handle it quietly and quickly

he's an old-school romantic, - flowers on fridays, handwritten love notes, and forehead kisses before bed. he genuinely believes romance should be consistent, not flashy

he knows your coffee/tea order by heart – and he’ll bring it without asking, especially when he knows you’re struggling

he loves helping out out in small ways - such as holding the grocery list while your looking for the right item or carrying EVERY SINGLE BAG to the house

loves writing letters to you - isn't the most flashy person but he wants you to know your meaningful and important

he’s sooo good with your family/friends – polite, attentive, and slightly reserved, but once he warms up, he’s the dependable man everyone respects.

very serious about your safety – he double-checks the locks before bed. keeps water in your car. always makes sure you text when you get home. it’s not possessive—it’s love disguised as responsibility.

when you’re anxious, he grounds you instantly – just puts his hand over yours, looks you in the eye, and says in that deep voice, “you’re safe. i’ve got you. just breathe.”

he's lowkey clingy when he trusts you – like... will not let you go to sleep without being at least a little tangled up in your limbs. if you move away at night, he instinctively pulls you back to his chest.

[star-har]

mornings with nanami

your face is the first thing he sees.

soft. serene. framed by the messy sheets and that sleepy morning glow, like the world outside paused just to admire you.

nanami lies still beside you, one arm tucked behind his head, the other slowly moving—gentle fingertips tracing the curve of your cheekbone, brushing a strand of hair from your lips. he could watch you like this for hours. although he supposes he already has.

he doesn’t know what time it is, doesn’t think to check. the only thing that matters right now is the way your lashes flutter just a little, like you’re starting to stir, and the way your nose wrinkles when he trails his thumb over it.

god, he loves that.

he loves you.

he exhales softly and shifts, ready to get out of bed—quietly, carefully, because he knows how much you dread waking early on the weekends—but the moment the mattress dips, your arm snakes around his waist with precision that could only come from experience.

“mm-mm. where d’you think you’re going?” you mutter, voice thick with sleep.

“was going to make breakfast, darling,” he murmurs, sighing to himself but there’s only amusement there.

he turns back to look at you, a smile tugging at his lips as his eyes drink you in — messy and warm from sleep. your hair is tangled, a little drool drying on your cheek, eyes puffy and half-lidded. so beautiful, it almost hurts. so you; raw and real and impossibly sweet.

“oh? gonna feed the ghosts? ’cause you’re not leaving this bed.”

he huffs a quiet laugh. “you need to eat, sweetheart.”

“i need you to stay right here.”

your fingers slip under the hem of his shirt, warm and unapologetic as you pull him back into you like gravity. he lets himself be dragged, arm sliding easily around your waist, his body falling into place beside yours like it was always meant to be there.

“you’re incredibly manipulative when you’re half-asleep.” and yet, he’s peppering kisses into your shoulder, already adjusting the blankets so that you’re shielded against the apartment’s cold.

“and you’re in love with it.”

he lets out a quiet sound—somewhere between a chuckle and a sigh. “unfortunately for me, i am.”

you grin against his chest. “unfortunately?”

“i meant it in a very romantic way, beautiful.”

you tilt your head up, eyes still heavy with sleep, but smug. “I’m sure.”

he kisses your forehead. “if i stay here too long, i’m going to fall back asleep.”

“exactly. that’s the point.”

“you’re going to be mad when i don’t make pancakes.”

“i’ll forgive you if you stay in bed with me all day.”

he sighs, soft and a little defeated because he knows he’ll end up doing just that. just because you asked.

and yet. “ten more minutes,” he says, closing his eyes, holding you impossibly tighter.

“you say that every time, honey.”

“and now i mean it.”

you snort, burying your face into his chest. he breathes in the scent of you, the quiet, the peace of it all—and gives in completely. he’ll stay in this bed for however long you want if it makes you happy.

the morning slips away, forgotten. and the afternoon. and the evening. breakfast be damned.

[jaegerbby]

➳ someone older: chapter two

--͙[kento nanami x female! reader]-͙-

╰┈➤ word count; 5694

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

╰┈➤ caution; best friend's dad! nanami, age gap (20s & 40s), masturbation, oral sex (female receiving), mentions of family issues.

| chapter 3 |

you have not stopped thinking about nanami.

you counted every second that passed since you last saw him.

your best friend asked you so many times why you were not coming over but you never gave her a truthful response.

you feel like your heart is pressing against your chest, on the verge of ripping out because it calls for nanami.

but he hurt you, he really hurt you.

"hey, you spacing out again?" yua drops into the seat beside you. you perk up almost immediately. the rest of your friends are gathered around the table playing cards.

"i'm just tired."

"are you sure? you seem so sad lately." you know she is just concerned and you really did try to hide it but your heart is breaking.

"i don't have anything to be sad about." you reach for the bag of chips from her, putting a handful into your mouth. you are lying again.

"if you want to talk, we can go upstairs." 'did something happen at home?' it is tethering on her tongue. you know she wants to ask. you are starting to hate being asked that.

"it's really nothing."

you see it on her face that she is about to push the subject. you feel sick to your stomach, you feel sick to even think about the things you keep to yourself.

"yua, you got anymore beer?" her words are interrupted by one of your friends.

"you already had like three." yua calls with a begrudging roll of her eyes. 

"c'mon, one more." you stand so quickly yua flinches in surprise.

"i'll go get it." you feel like you will suffocate if you have to think anymore.

you swipe your hand over your face as you hurriedly walk off. you might be too lost in the mess in your head because you do not realise you slam into someone until their hands grip your shoulders to steady you.

water drips on your skin and all you can see is blonde hair and brown eyes that you found yourself constantly wishing would be on you.

his chest is hard, your hands trail lower and nanami glimpses down when he realises. he releases you to take a step back and clears his throat.

nanami walks around you and you turn your body to follow him. you think you would always follow him. you would do it without a second thought. he reaches up to grab a cup from the cupboard and his shirt raises.

his shirt raises and your eyes trail over the defined indents of his hips, the veins that are on his lower abdomen and the blonde hair that trails downwards.

your lips part and you reach for his hand that rests on the counter, your pointer finger tugs on his pinkie. nanami's shoulders tense, you wish you could coax your hands over the muscles and rid him of any worry.

"can we talk?" nanami breathes hard at the sound of your voice. he knows nothing good ever comes out of talking to you. because when he talks to you, he starts thinking and before he can think coherently, he finds that he already got too close to you. 

he does not respond but he faces you, your head tilts back to look up at him.

"you told me you'd make it hurt. you did. you really did." your fingers trail along his palm before you grasp it tightly. "and yua asked me what's wrong. everyone always ask me what's wrong but i only want to hear it from you." your voice trembles, pursuing your lips.

it is the last thing he wants to see, he told you he would make it hurt but he swears his heart is being crushed just the same. he knows he should have stopped from the start.

you are the last person nanami should have gotten close to. when you look up at him with watery eyes, he wants to go against everything he told himself.

"i want to know that you care because that means i'm not the only one feeling like this right?" you want to ask him if he knows your heart is dying to be near him.

you squeeze his hand tighter. his hand feels so right in yours, it feels like his hand is the only one you are meant to hold.

nanami wants to tell you he does not feel anything for you. he wants to say it for your betterment but he cannot bring his lips to form those words when he does not mean them in the slightest.

he wants to put his arms around you and rid you of any sadness. he wants to do any and every thing to ensure another tear never fills your eyes.

when he does not respond you step closer. you bat your eyes in the sweetest way. all you do is tempt him.

"can you ask me what's wrong?"

he knows saying it would mean admitting he feels something too. kento says it anyway. "what's wrong?" he wants so desperately to call you his baby. your eyes light up when you hear it.

he can feel you holding his hand tighter, nanami cannot help but squeeze yours gently.

"i want to be close to you all the time but you won't let me."

he breathes shakily. it is the first time you have been around since that day.

he cannot admit it but your absence has been debilitating.

"i told you, this can't happen." you smile anyway. you are flashing him that pretty smile that is going to linger in his mind for days to come.

"i know." you wish you did not like him. it would have made everything easier but kento is impossible to not like. there is not a world where he could exist and your heart would ever be able to resist him.

you do not know how long you stand there, staring at each other, listening to nothing but the sound of shared air.

"i'm sorry." he says. his eyes are soft, he looks disappoint, he hates that he hurt you. the last thing he wants to do is add to your worries.

"it's okay." you say it but he knows you cried because of him.

he cannot help himself, not when it comes to you.

his hands cup your face and he hears your breath hitch as he leans in to nuzzle your nose with his.

then you're wrapped in his arms.

you're wrapped up in kento's embrace with your cheek pressed to his firm chest and his scent filling your senses.

you hold him like you never want to let go.

"i'm really sorry. i shouldn't have said it." his voice is deep and he's so close it's said right into your ear.

you hug him tighter.

"you don't have to be sorry. i'm tough anyway."

you barely separate.

you are still too close, far too close for it to be appropriate.

"yn." yua calls and you flinch. she walks into the kitchen. "oh, dad."

nanami steps further away, his hand finding his glass and yua looks between you.

"we're totally not drinking." she quips.

"i believe you." although the raucous behaviour of your friends outside proves her statement wrong.

she turns her attention back to you, "are you ready to head back?"

you wring your hands, your eyes still on kento but he does not look at you.

"you can go ahead, i need to use the washroom first."

---

you should not be here. you would like to pretend it was not intentional to end up in nanami's bed.

it started so innocently.

but it became so difficult to leave. how could you leave such an enticing scent? one of chypre and fougere. one of expensive cologne that you want to bathe in. you want to be covered in anything associated with nanami.

you writhe on the sheets, burying your face into the pillow. when his scent invades your senses, you lose all reason.

your thighs press together, you would give everything up to him. you would put every fucked up part of you into his hands and hope he saw something worthy in them.

you stroke your covered cunt, the ache between your legs intensifying. you wish you were being bent over by him, you wish he was pressing your face into the nest of his smell to muffle your cries.

you lowly curse, a low mewl of his name escapes your mouth as your fingers coax along your cunt.

it is an itch that only nanami can scratch because even as you strip your lower half bare and glide your fingers down your slit it is not enough.

your toes curl as you collect the syrupy juices leaking from you and slowly sink a digit inside. your pussy pulses, all you can think about is nanami's fingers and the way they would feel inside of you. you want to know have far they would reach, how experienced they are.

you need to know, you need him to show you.

you breathe shakily, slowly slipping your finger out before plunging it inside.

your brows furrow. you wonder how nanami would take you.

would he be slow and gentle? you shiver as the gummy walls of your swollen insides squeeze your finger.

would he be rough and go so hard you tremble? you slam your finger in this time. your cunt squelches, body writhing along the sheets. you feel like he would do it this way.

like he would pound his thick fingers into your pussy and make you delirious.

but his would stretch you out more than one of your fingers, so you add another. your thighs tense at the intrusion and your back arches off the bed.

you cannot wait, no your legs spread further and you plunge your fingers into your leaking hole. you do it over and over. again and again. until liquid coats your digits in copious amounts and drool fills your mouth.

when the stroke of your fingers filling your gooey insides is not enough the pads of your fingers find your clit and you roll it roughly.

you think nanami would take your cunt without any regard, with unleashed aggression.

the soppy noises of your pussy getting fucked fill the room, all you can think about is him and how desperately you need him to stuff you full. to make you whole.

kento told you sorry. he has told you a lot of things. you try to rearrange the syllables to phrases that make you wetter. things like him calling you a good girl and telling you how perfect you feel wrapped around his cock.

"kento. mmgh kento." you whine, you try to stay quiet, truly you do but the thought of him touching you instead makes you brainless. it rids you of any care.

your fingers curl and glide along your swollen insides, you shove them in to the knuckle. slimy liquid drips down and splatters every time you fuck back into your cunt.

your hips stutter, moving in tandem with your fingers. you pinch the stilted bundle of nerves before rolling it again. your hand moves frantically.

but it is still not enough, it is not enough.

you need nanami to get there. you need him to feel something.

"kento." you brokenly cry, your eyes rolling back as the way you fuck your cunt open grows rougher.

it seems he knows when you need him. like you call and he comes.

"what are you doing?" his eyes are alarmed, you barely hear the click of the door locking beyond the sound of your pussy getting filled.

you should stop, in fact, you should be ashamed. you are anything but that. your heart alights at the sound of his voice. your stomach erupts with too many butterflies to contain.

you whine, your insides feel like they are throbbing. your hand stills, slowly pulling them out as an onslaught of liquid seeps from you.

nanami can see it all. he can hardly get passed the sight of you on his sheets, fucking your cunt. like he wants to do instead. he cannot get passed the sight of you with disheveled hair and a brainless expression or how wet and messy your cunt is. he can see it, he can see it from here and it tears his mind apart.

"come, please." you mutely whimper, your voice sounds too intoxicating. you are intoxicating because against his better judgement he finds himself drawing closer.

he finds himself sitting beside your breathless body. "you said you were going to the bathroom."

you tilt your head to meet his distressed face, you want to see what nanami looks like at every moment. how his eyebrows quip up, how his jaw tightens. you want to see how his features contort in any circumstance, with any emotion. you want those to be yours.

"i got lost." you rasp. when he is this close, you can see every vein and ridge on his skin. every muscle and freckle. it only makes your cunt beg for more. it turns you into a desperate slut because nanami is right beside you and he is the only one who can make it all better.

"it's not your first time here." he rakes his hand through his hair. the still dampened strands hang over his forehead. it makes him look younger.

"it's my first time in your bed." your sticky fingers find his forearm, he is so tense. his eyes avoid you, fists tight in an attempt to regain some composure. it does not help in the slightest.

it is hard to ignore you when your cunt is stripped bare for him to see, when you do not even close your legs to hide away from him. it is hard to ignore the liquid you taint his skin with because he knows it came from your creamy pussy and he wants to get his fingers covered instead.

he wants to cover something else with you too.

"won't you look at me?" you reach down to stroke your swollen clit, squeezing nanami's arm as he clenches his jaw and lets out a sharp breath.

you press harder, your hips rocking. "please, kento, please just once."

you both know it could never be once. you lie to yourself that after this nothing will happen. that you would stop here.

nanami lies to himself too.

you do not hide the smile that impresses on your face as nanami climbs over you.

he grips your wrist to bring your slick sodden fingers into his mouth. all you can feel is heat when his tongue strokes over them and he sucks every bit of your essence. his expression is pained as he pulls back "why do you have to taste that good? have you not ruined me enough?"

he leans down and you swear he is going to kiss you but all he does is brush his lips along yours. "you taste so fucking good, sweetheart." nanami does not think he could stop now that he knows what you taste like.

you reach up to stroke the shaven hair just above his nape and tug him closer but nanami turns his head before you can kiss him.

"kento." it is quiet.

"we can't."

frustration fills you, you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders, pressing kisses to his cheek. you are selfish, you need your fill. even if he does not admit it, he needs it too. perhaps more than you.

he relishes on the soft feeling of your mouth on his skin.

"let me see." he grips the sides of your waist as you leave wet kisses.

"baby, let me see your pussy. i need to see how messy she is." you think you might cum from his voice alone.

you do not want to let him go but you want him to see your cunt, you want him to touch and feel and sink inside you.

he sits up on his knees, his rough palms gripping your thighs to hold you open. he lets out an exasperated sigh. "everything about you is pretty. she is so fucking pretty, sweetheart."

you feel every callous on his rough hands as he glides them up your stomach to your sternum. he thumbs the fabric of your barely there shirt before he tugs it upwards.

"fucking hell." his lithe touches trail over your breasts before gliding down to squeeze your hips. "so gorgeous. you're the prettiest woman i've ever seen."

you want to kiss him. you want him pressed flush to your skin. all you want is nanami but you cannot have him.

"you were fucking this pretty cunt open, weren't you? what were you thinking about when you were shoving those little fingers in this leaking hole?" his voice is low. you only heard him like that once before.

you think about it all the time.

"you."

"yeah? what did you think about, sweetheart?" his nails nick your skin. nanami cannot believe he has you under him like this. he cannot fathom that a pretty thing like you ever spared him a second glance.

this is far more than he deserves.

"you touching me. if you would be gentle and nice like i know you are or," you swallow it down. the way the words instantly wash a heat over your body. "if you'll be mean."

"how mean? wrapping my hand around that little throat while i stretch your tight cunt or bruising this cute ass when i have you bent over?"

you feel like you will pass out. your body writhes like you want to put more of you into his hands. you want his touch on you always.

"i want it like that, kento, want it anyway you'll give me."

"anyway? if i shove my cock in this little hole and fuck it even if you're crying, even if you can't take anymore you'll still want it?" you moan at his words, your body jolting at the thought.

"anything, kento!"

his touches grow softer, your thighs ache to press together, more slick drips from you. he makes you lose it entirely.

"i would worship you, i could be as rough as you want and i would still worship you. cause that's what you deserve." he reaches up to caress your cheek. "you deserve every bit of affection and love and i wish i could give it to you." but he cannot. it sours your mood when he says it.

it rips your heart out.

"you can give it to me." you want it, you ache and crave for it. from him, only him.

"i wish i could, i would do anything to have you, baby. i would do anything to make you mine." those words are so empty.

"then do it." your voice breaks. tears prick your eyes and his narrow ones fill with pain. you know you cannot have him. you know that and it was certainly your mistake for ever entertaining the idea. for ever hoping.

he leans down to nuzzle his nose with yours and you find yourself leaning closer hoping for a kiss but he does not give it to you. "don't cry, sweetheart. please, don't cry."

you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. it is not a real kiss but you will let it suffice. "can you touch me?"

"i can't do that, baby."

you throw your head back with an exhausted cry.

"i'm telling you, you can. you can do anything to me kento, please."

nanami cannot let himself touch you because he will not stop. he will not let you go. he wants to put his hands all over you, he wants to memorise the marks on your skin, the contours of your flesh.

nanami wants you more than he can explain.

he swallows hard, nanami is worst than you.

"show me how you want me to touch you."

"i want more than just showing you."

"i'm right here." his large palm comes to caress your cheek and you find yourself pressing further into his touch. he is so warm. "we can pretend it's the same. i want to see it. i want to see how you fuck this pretty cunt when you think of me."

when he talks like that, when he touches you, when he leans down to brush his lips against yours and makes you crave for more. how can you refuse?

your cunt is a mess and you are too. your fingers find your slit, rubbing the underside along your entrance. you wish it was nanami instead.

he huffs a low groan, eyes trained on the liquid coating your digits as you stroke your pussy. "fucking hell." his hands press against the back of your thighs to hold you open. to spread your legs so he can see every bit of your soaking cunt.

you bite down on your lip, maybe you can pretend that nanami is yours as much as you are his. even though he does not accept it.

all you can thing about is how big his hands are, how big he is. everywhere he touches you burns. just like the way he burned himself into your soul.

"can you put them in for me? can you let me see what your pussy looks like when she's taking them?" his voice is sin. it must be. his touch grazes down your legs. "i know she takes it so well, huh? know she looks so good when she's getting fucked."

you could cry. you are crying.

"would look the best if you were fucking me." you whine and nanami hums. he hums and you swear you feel it down every bit of your body. to your bones

"yeah? i know, baby. i know, sweet girl. your pussy would look so good spread around my fat cock. would take it like you were made for it."

"i am." you are made for it, for him. you need him closer. you need him with no space because right now, any distance makes you sick.

"you are. fuck, you are." he grits his teeth, your body melting as he crowds over you and his mouth presses kisses to your neck. "show me, show me what i can't have. put them inside." and you listen. you listen because you are gone for nanami in a way you have never experienced before.

your fingers are covered in sticky liquid, you are wetter than usual. it is because of him. it does not take much to slide two fingers.

it does not take much to shove them in to your knuckles but the ache inside you cannot be quelled unless nanami takes you. "you're so good. how's it feel?"

"like i need you." you voice brokenly whispers. you slowly slip out before slamming back in. you are past the point of depravity. you movements grow repeated and rougher. harder and deeper. as deep as you can get.

you know nanami would go deeper, he might go so deep you lose your mind.

"you've never been fucked properly before, have you?"

you can barely hear him over the messy slurping noises of your fingers pounding into your cunt. over the splatters of your liquids between your legs or the feeling of your cunt clenching down every time you press your digits inside.

but you hear him. you hear him because he is yours. he is the only one you want to hear at every moment.

"nuh uh."

"i want to do that for you. i want to fuck your pussy open. i want to spread her out and stuff you so full you'll go dumb." he keeps his lips over yours, he keeps his voice low. he keeps tempting you. you want so deperately to press your mouth to his. you want so desperately to pull him close and feel the softness of his pink lips. you could try but nanami is stronger than you.

he is so much stronger and if he wanted, he could pin you down without much effort. he could pin you down without a muscle flexing.

"your fingers can't get deep in that little cunt like i can." your body writhes, you curl your fingers but it does nothing to relieve the burning in your abdomen. you arch your back off the sheets almost instinctively. like you want to show nanami all of you is for him to take.

"then fuck me, gosh, just fuck me." you grind your palm into your clit, your hips rocking as you sink your fingers inside. nanami's eyes are hooded, his pupils are blown so wide all you see is black.

he breathes a little harder seeing your fingers plunge inside your soaking slit. they are covered in sticky liquid and so messy all he wants to do is lick them up.

he wants to put his mouth on you and taste your cunt.

his hands find either side of your face, his palms are rough but the way he touches you is so gentle. his nose nudges yours, nanami is so close you swear you will pass out.

"i would fuck you harder than this sweetheart cause i can't help myself. you think i could have any composure once i'm inside this leaking hole? i couldn't if i tried because you destroy me. i would fuck this cunt until your legs are shaking and i have you shaped to my cock."

you squeeze your eyes shut as you pump into your cunt harder. your toes curl and your head feels dizzy.

nanami presses kisses to your cheek before trailing to your neck. you can almost pretend that he is fucking you. almost. because you know the girth of his cock would be an entirely different sensation that your fingers.

you know he would be so deep in your guts you might be too brainless to function.

you know if nanami really fucked you, he would ruin you for anyone else.

he already has.

your hand aches from the vigorous pace you have, it aches as you slam and curl your fingers.

"please, please, please." your lips press against the sharpness of nanami's cheek bone. you would do anything for a kiss.

"doing so fucking good, sweetheart. you're close aren't you?" he knows, of course he would. he sees it in the way your jaw hangs with broken moans, your barely open eyes and the way your thighs tense. "let me see how pretty you look when you cum. let me see how she creams. i know you'll make a mess, wish i could have it on my cock." you whine at his gravelly tone.

"kento, you can. you can have it." any way and any where he wants it.

"cum for me. want you to cover those fingers for me." you would do anything for him.

you kiss his jaw, reaching down to roll your clit in frantic circles as you finger your pussy. you thrust your fingers as hard and fast, wishing it was nanami's cock instead, wishing you could feel the stiffness of his cock being pounded into you.

"kento, please." you whine, your body jittering as you slam into your slit. your thighs flex and tremble, fucking into your hole as you cum. your gooey walls clench and pulse, covering your hand in sticky liquid. you fuck into yourself with uneven pumps of your fingers as your hips buck up.

nanami thinks seeing you cum is the greatest sight he has ever witnessed. he sees your pretty lips parted in cries, he sees your back arch up and drool down your jaw. he sees your pussy cream, wishing all that mess was covering his cock instead and he got to feel you clamping down on him.

when your fingers still they are trembling. they slip out with strands connecting them to your slick covered pussy. nanami's mouth is watering.

"such a good girl, baby." his hands coax along your body, your chest is heaving and there is so much juice dripping from your cunt that it soaks his sheets.

he feels like he won't have any choice but to press his face into that spot later and jerk his cock raw.

your coated fingers stroke along his lips, smearing them with the glossy fluid and his darkened eyes find yours. your breath hitches as his heated muscle slips out to lave along them.

he groans before his mouth engulfs your sodden digits and he sucks the creamy cum off.

he huffs a low curse and you jolt when he kisses the corner of your mouth and trails a flurry of frantic kisses down your warm body.

they are open mouthed and wet, your thighs jumping when he buries his face between your legs and the flat of his tongue trails along your entrance.

his rough palms squeeze your thighs and your fingers find his hair. you mewl, rocking your hips into his face as nanami desperately laps at your entrance. he incessantly glides the slimy muscle of his tongue along your sopping slit.

your jaw hangs and you pant when his tongue presses past your entrance and wriggles within your walls. nanami sucks and slurps at your pussy, he devours the mess between your legs without any regard.

he groans, the sound vibrating through you as he lowers his jaw to fuck his tongue further inside you. nanami loses his sensibility around you. you love nothing better than that.

you taste like this is all okay, like nanami can have, fuck and love you without any obstacle. you taste like you were made to be with him and he cannot do without you.

he plunges his tongue repeatedly inside of you. he loses himself in your cunt despite not fucking it. he loses himself because it is you and you rid him of any coherency. when nanami truly comes to, you are riding his tongue and he is fucking you with it like he cannot get enough of you.

truthfully, he cannot.

you whine when he suddenly yanks away, he feels punished to. to be ripped away from your oasis of a pussy is punishment. nanami wants to eat your cunt up until you cry.

until he takes everything and you have nothing left to give.

the pretty blond strands press against your stomach as he lays his head down. a defeated breath escapes him.

his hands squeeze your sides like they want to be embedded in your body. he does not want to take his hands away but he must because the second nanami is near you, he makes all the wrong choices.

he sits up, swiping his mouth and avoiding your exhausted bare body exposed for his prying eyes like he has not seen you cum or had his tongue deep in your cunt, like the taste of your sweet essence is not lingering in his mouth and giving him a permanent craving.

"you should go downstairs."

your eyes widen, you do not want him to push you away.

"kento." you brokenly speak, you hurriedly sit up and your hands find nanami's t-shirt to yank him in. finally, finally, you kiss him. finally your tongue is in his mouth in a messy exchange.

your fingers knot in his shirt as your tongue rolls over his, his lips are soft and you can tell he is holding back. you can tell he does not want to give in to you.

"please." you whimper against his mouth before your hand grips his throat and nip at his bottom lip. nanami laves his tongue overs yours before he tilts his head and leans in to kiss you fully. his lips move languidly whilst he gropes your naked body.

"please stop doing this to me, baby." he says quietly, caressing your cheeks then softly pecking your mouth. once, twice, he might do it too many times to count.

nanami finds you addicting.

"i just want you. is that too much to ask for?" you softly kiss him, stroking his adam's apple before you wrap your arms around his broad shoulders.

"it is. you know it is." he wishes things were different and when you flash him watery eyes, his chest aches. "you are the most gorgeous girl in the world. you're too good to be true. i wish you weren't anything to her so you could be something to me." it breaks your heart. he rips it apart but nanami is the only reason it beats.

you wish you could be selfish. you wish you could throw the biggest tantrum. why can you not be something to both of them?

"get dressed and go downstairs like this never happened." he nudges your nose with his, your eyes flit over narrow eyes and angular features.

how could he ask you to forget this when you hung onto every single moment you had with him?

you want to protest, you want to stay here with him.

it seems kento can read your mind.

"i promise i'll give you a kiss if you do."

"just one?" your lips pout, all you can see, smell and feel is kento.

you would not have it any other way.

nanami finds you too cute, he finds you as someone he wants close at all times.

"just one." it pains him to say it. how could anyone ever kiss you just once?

kento is a gentleman, it is one of the reasons why you wish he could truly be yours because he helps you get dressed and you find yourself with your arms around his shoulders while you kiss him.

you find yourself holding him close. you kiss him despite how breathless you know you will be because stopping this one kiss meant you would not get another.

you do not want it to end just yet.

you do not want to leave nanami alone at all.

the truth of the matter is, when you came into this world, nanami already lived his.

your best friend is proof of that.

still working on pt3

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[fawnoria]

thinking about cockwarming nanami kento in the bath… how the heat makes it easier to take all of him. (in theory) 18+ (𓇼 ) warnings. cockwarming. size kink. 𓏲࣪ mdni

the bath is hot—near-scalding—but you both prefer it that way. stream curls in lazy spirals around the tile, thick with the scent of hinoki oil and the faint mineral trace of bath salts. kento sits at your back, long legs spread to cradle you between them, the firm plane of his chest pressed flush against your spine. one broad hand anchors at your hip. the other drapes along the rim of the tub, wrist resting behind your head, veins visible through the droplets running down his forearm.

his cock is already sheathed deep inside you.

you’d eased down slowly, thighs trembling as your cunt stretched to accommodate him. the bath helped: heat loosening your muscles, water lapping against your stomach, easing the sting of fullness. still, the stretch was unrelenting. your walls gave with effort, not ease. even now, settled atop him, it feels like too much; pressure blooming low in your belly, something you’ll never grow used to. you shift a little. he grunts.

“stay still,” kento murmurs, lips brushing your temple. his voice low, graveled from restraint. “you said you wanted to warm me. so be good. jusy sit.”

you can feel every ridge and vein, the dull throb where you’re split open around the thick girth of his cock. hot inside you, the length of him heavy and unforgiving, pulsing with want. your cunt flutters despite itself, involuntary and greedy. he feels it—of course he does—and you feel the sigh he gives behind your ear.

“always so tight,” he drawls, one hand sliding up your abdomen beneath the water, fingers gliding between the swell of your breasts. “clenching already and i haven’t even moved.”

“can’t help it,” you whisper, squirming again.

his hand palm flattens against the outline of himself on your belly. “i know you can. you just won’t.”

you whimper, because he’s right. you love this: the pressure, the fullness, the intimacy of it. he shifts beneath you, pelvis rolling slightly up into the curvature of your ass, and the movement forces a wanton sound from your throat. you lurch forward but his arm catches you, pulls you back.

“shhh,” he soothes, pressing his lips to your shoulder. “just a little longer.” the water ripples around nanami’s hand returns to your thigh, thumb rubbing slow circles near the crease, just shy of where you want him most.

exquisite torture in the form of pleasure. not just the stretch—it’s also the restraint. the waiting. the unbearable lull of no friction, just weight and fullness and the constant pulse of your cunt trying to accommodate him.

“ken… i wan’ to move,” you whine, a bit petulant.

“i know, love,” he says gently, as though he’s not hard as iron inside you.

“but you won’t.”

and you don’t. not yet. but it doesn’t change the fact that you’re pulsing around him again—hot, tight, slick—and he’s so deep you swear you feel him in your belly. his mouth lowers to your neck. and this time when his hips rock up, slow and torturous, he doesn’t stop you from rolling down to meet him. the water sloshes high against the tub.

“you’re gonna make a mess,”

but you both already have.

[recordingmae]

JJK men x reader

your feeling insecure about your chest size, thinking it’s too small!

Characters; Nanami Kento and Yuji Itadori. (Gojo’s, Toji’s, and sukuna’s ver. Here!)

Disclaimer; yuji might be a bit ooc and few grammar mistakes, fem reader!

Author; guys I think I should add one more character to this group but I don’t know who…ALSO IM SORRY IF THIS IS OOC I LITERALLY TRIED SO HARD BUT I WAS STRUGGLING WITH THESE GUYS💔

Kento, N.

Itadori, Y.