#nanami drabbles

[rizsu]

he's married ?! nanami kento.

sum. he's easily the top most handsome guy within his job. his relationship status is unknown, so what happens when his co-workers ship him with a female worker?

nanami is well known within his company. tall, insanely fit, and an attractive voice. it's not uncommon for men and women alike to find themselves thinking about him often. what's not common is knowing about his love life. no one knows anything and he would've kept it that way. but when push comes to shove, and you're shipped with someone who's not your beloved, nanami will make it known that he's not only taken but married.

in the coffee-break room there are three guys. now, there's nothing unusual about this — no, no. they're just three guys that are co-workers... except there's a twist. they aren't your regular co-workers, they're your uncommon trio of male gossipers and nanami just so happened to be their newest victim.

"shh, shh! he's here," guy one, tichi, whispers to the others, raising his eyebrows and pointing his chin to nanami's position.

the other two take a quick glance, nodding their heads when they've seen nanami's back faced towards them. it's a perfect moment to strike up a conversation, especially since it's just four men here.

guy two, tacho, shuffles his feet to the empty space near nanami. he pretends to open a sugar packet, fiddling with it as his eyes peep over nanami's shoulder. his heart skips multiple beats when the man himself turns around.

"morning to you, tacho," nanami greets, nodding his head before he turns his attention back to his cup of coffee.

"y-yeah, morning!" he stutters, awkwardly smiling in return. he turns his head to the other two in the background, mouthing the word 'help' to them. unfortunately, they do not give the aid to their friend. instead, tichi fakes a series of coughs and guy three, toeny, gives him a confident double thumbs up. there's no hope, tacho sighs.

it's a silent moment between the men — only the sounds of coffee brewing and a spoon coming into contact with the mug can be heard. tacho's mouth itches him, he happened to remember his group's recent conversation about nanami. he must ask — even if it costs him a mutual co-worker.

"so, nanami," he begins, waiting for nanami to give him the undivided attention.

nanami doesn't face him, but he hums in response. tacho doesn't mind this as an answer, so he continues, "i was wondering if the rumors of you being with the new worker, yeri, are true?"

there is one big lie in that question: there are no such rumors. it's just a theory the trio has been gossiping about every night. nanami's been helping out yeri for quite some time, one can only think that they have a special connection going on.

"that is bullshit," nanami gives a firm answer. nothing more, nothing less.

tacho's stunned, he blinks a few times to recollect himself. "oh — so you're not with her?"

nanami doesn't answer yet, but the two in the back give their unwanted reactions. tichi clicks his tongue three times, shaking his head in disappointment at tacho's second question. it's obvious dumbass, he thinks. toeny, on the other hand, presses his lips in a thin line, pretending to read a magazine that's been on the counter.

nanami reaches into his pocket, whipping out his phone. the trio's confused until nanami speaks.

"i am married man. this is my wife," he educates, pressing the power button to show you as his lockscreen.

he collects three gasps, internally nodding at their shock. that's right, i'm gladly taken.

"all this time you've been... MARRIED?!" tacho's voice heightens, he drops his spoon in shock. it's unbelievable yet somewhat believable.

nanami breathes out a 'yes', raising his arm to show the wristwatch. "she bought this for our five-years anniversary recently. it's quite expensive, going over four-thousand," he brags, emphasizing on key words.

he's been waiting for the precious day where someone indirectly asks for his relationship status. the day has come and he will spend it bragging about his beloved.

nanami doesn't give them a chance to speak, he carries on with his bragging, "she's a very lovely woman. all my bentos are made by her and she writes little notes for each. some may think it's childish but that's bullshit! they just haven't experienced the love of a woman. matter of fact, her most beautiful moments are when she's freshly awake. the smile she gives me is nothing but angelic."

his speech doesn't stop there, but it did for the trio. his words went in one ear and out the next. nanami's blabbering about his wife immediately set a blank face upon tichi, tacho, and toeny. they're jealous and also surprised.

"the way a woman can change a man will never not be amazing," toeny whispers, blankly gazing at nanami's ongoing speech.

[daisynik7]

“Just one more. For me?” Nanami’s breath is hot on your ear, tugging your lobe between his lips. He’s working overtime to pleasure you, pressing the fluttering vibrator deep into your clit, slipping it up and down your leaking cunt after every climax, only to smear your cum back onto your swollen bud. He’s still fully clothed while you’re sat completely naked on his lap on the couch, legs spread wide for him, your face buried in his shoulder, moans muffled against the fabric of his t-shirt that’s damp with your drool. Your arms are wrapped around his neck, holding onto him for dear life while his free hand massages gentle circles on your back, as if he isn’t just wrecking you apart right now. 

“Too much,” you stutter, giving him yet another orgasm. It’s your third of the night. He asked for one more after the first, then again after the second. And, of course, he asks again, as he turns off the toy, setting you beside him as he shrugs his pants off his legs. “Another. Please?” he coos, giving you a naughty grin.

You nod, lying flat on the couch, spreading yourself wide for him once more. Your eyes are hazy watching him stroke his cock vigorously in his fist, licking his lips while he positions his head between your legs. When his tongue laps at your arousal, you let out whine, sitting up to stare at him. “Kento!” You were expecting him to fuck you, not eat you out. Not that you’re complaining. 

He reaches his hand up to your chest, pushing you back against the couch, fondling your breasts. “Just one more, like this.” His lips latch onto your sensitive clit, slurping and sucking on you like he hasn’t already made you come three times, unrelenting and vicious. You whimper from the sensation, knees wobbly, toes curled into the cushions, vision blurry as you gaze up at the ceiling, reaching your fourth high. He chuckles into your skin, giving you a wet smooch on your bud before nuzzling into the plush of your inner thigh, humming. “That was a good one, wasn’t it?”

You relax, pussy fluttering around nothing, still feeling the euphoria coursing through your body. Before you can properly process what’s happening, too fucked out to think straight, he drapes your legs over his shoulders, fingers wrapped around his veiny shaft, tapping his cockhead on your puffy clit. He flashes you that winning smile you can never deny, eyes hungry for more. “Last one, I promise.”

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami who pushes all his weight on you when he fucks. Strands of hair stuck to his forehead, beads of sweat forming on his face, and his warm skin slapping against yours creating immense pleasure between the two of you. Kissing you sloppily because he doesn’t care, all he needs right now is to feel the love of his life. Bare bodies pressed together, as his cock works diligently into you. Enthralled by your beauty and the faces of pleasure you make, he continues staring at you, madly in love. The peak of lust arriving soon, he buries his head into the crook of your neck, placing soft kisses into the sensitive area. He finishes inside making sure not to waste a single drop as he has one goal: to see you round with his child. 

Just a thought....

[m-ayo-o]

thinking of husband Kento who makes his wife cum from spanking <3

He started it as a punishment but when he realised how much his slutty little wife was loving this attention he started rubbing your pussy and spanking you simultaneously. It made for quite the head fuck, but when he bent you over his knee and you started squirming and creaming your panties he couldn't stop.. he just hand to make you cum right through them.

He saw a pool of slick building, making your panties stickier and wetter with every spank, so he just did it harder and harder till your little body started trembling, his handprints all over your ass, pussy messy and leaking.

"Aw, we're gonna have to find a different punishment now, sweetheart."

He coos between smacking you and sliding his fingers over the sodden pool in your panties.

"N-no-no--" you beg shamefully, but he's already made up his mind.

"Mm, you're soaked, princess..." he tuts and pulls at your pussy.

Ugh, what a mess you've made.

"But--b-but Ken- Kento~"

"Yes, honey?"

"mm-- m gunna... gunna.. uh---"

"I know, mm, just this once... I'll let you cum like this."

And he spanks and rubs you through it, getting you off with his hands, helping you ride it out by grabbing on your ass and grinding you over his thick fingers.

"You did it, sweetie," he coos and squeezes your cheeks, "came through your panties for me.."

And he swears if you didn't spill that coffee on his shirt earlier he'd be telling you how proud his is before ripping those panties open and licking you clean.

However, because you did make a mess on him before work, and because you are such a clumsy little slut, he decides to tie your wrists to the bedframe with his suit tie.

Before he strips.

Jacket off, braces off, shirt off...

He watches you drown in lust and squeeze your thighs at the sight of him, making him smirk.

"Calm down, sweetheart."

And he pulls down his pants and boxers, proceeding to tug himself off in front of you, deciding that this can be your new punishment until you somehow learn to cum to the sight of him alone.

He's sure if anyone could manage it, it would be you.

kento

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men doing the bicep trend. Their s/o will tie a pink string on their bicep and once they flex it’ll break off!!!

Doing the ribbon around biceps trend with JJK men

Pairings: Gojo x fem!reader; Nanami x wife!reader; Toji x fem!reader; Sukuna x fem!reader

Word Count: 1,8k

Synopsis: Tying a ribbon around your boo's biceps and watching how they flex it off? Hell yeah.

Notes: not proofread, Sukuna's part is a little short because I wanted to get this out today, I'll have my knee surgery tomorrow so sorry for ignoring your comments and messages, I'll get back to you when life gets a little easier lol, totally love and appreciate your interactions, I hope you have fun with this!

Gojo Satoru

„Come here babe, I need to show ya something real quick.”

You can’t help but yawn, annoyance dripping from every pore. Oh, your boyfriend is definitely too fit for the fact that it’s still dark outside. What time is it? If he woke you over a strange video he saw on TikTok again…

“Can’t this wait like…4 hours longer?”, you try to resist his urgent wish, shielding your tired eyes from the harsh light of the lamp above.

“I might forget until then. Hey, do you have like a band or something lying around in the bathroom?”

A…band? Your eyes dart towards him, nothing but sheer excitement written on his face. What on earth is Satoru up to now?

“My pink dress has a satin band around the waist I guess”, you mutter.

Maybe this is all he wants. Yes, he just grabs the satin band and goes straight back to sleep-

“Thank you babe!”, he shouts over his shoulder while opening your wardrobe with so much enthusiasm that the door almost falls out of it.

You flinch, rubbing your temple in a desperate attempt to keep yourself together. You love your boyfriend with all your heart, appreciate this childish side of him more than anyone else. But not when you have an important mission tomorrow and had maybe 2 hours of sleep…

“This better be something important, Satoru”, you mumble through your fingers, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Okay babe, ready to see something really big?”

“I swear if you slap your d-“

“Look at me!”

His insisting tone forces you to remove your hand from your face. There he stands, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers paired with a tight black shirt.

And a pink ribbon wrapped around his biceps tightly.

“Now watch.”

With one flex of his veiny biceps, the ribbon opens itself, your pink satin band falling to the floor while he looks at you expectant.

“I have one question”, you begin, eyes still resting on his delicious arm.

“Go ahead babe.”

“How on earth did you tie that ribbon yourself?”

He opens his mouth, nothing but pure outrage written on his face.

“Is this really everything you’re thinking about!? I just gifted you my strong arm!”, he barks overdramatically at you.

“You’re the best present ever”, you purr at your fuming boyfriend, gently stroking his arm when he finally gets back into bed.

“But if you wake me over something like that ever again, I’ll murder you.”

Nanami Kento

“Why are you looking at me with those eyes, darling?”

You blush immediately, the day dream of that trend you saw earlier on your beloved husband not leaving your mind. Kento with a bow around his strong arm. Kento flexing his arm in front of you, causing the ribbon to open up.

…Just like your legs.

“You’re daydreaming again.”

You force yourself to look up at him only to find out that he’s already looking at you, soft eyes lightened by a spark of curiosity.

“It’s just…I saw that trend online and it kinda…reminded me of you…”, you mutter, embarrassment crawling up your veins.

You’re acting like a horny teenager over a man you call your husband for several years by now. Kento is the epitome of a gentleman, the most elegant male being walking on this earth. How stupid to even consider wrapping a ribbon around his biceps…

“Don’t be embarrassed, (y/n). Tell me what’s on your mind. What exactly is this trend about?”

He puts the paper he was reading aside and wraps his fingers gently around your chin, slowly but surely making you lose your mind. It should be forbidden for a single man to be this captivating. Should you…Just tell him? Your imagination runs wild, breath getting stuck in your throat by the simple thought of him actually doing this…

“Tying a ribbon around your biceps and opening it by tensing your arm”, you blurt out.

His eyes widen just the slightest. Oh no, does he think you’re weird, desperate, pathetic? You should really stop roaming around social media late at night-

“Why not trying it, then? Even though I don’t think I’m strong enough to untie a ribbon with my muscles.”

Wait…Did he really say yes? You blink over and over to make sure he’s not messing with you until he gets up and grabs a roll of ribbon from your cabinet before cutting off more than enough of the black band. Before you fully realize what just happened he takes off his dark blue shirt, naked skin getting exposed to the dim light of the room.

And your merciless gaze.

“Would you mind helping me out? I can’t tie a bow on my own with just one hand, darling.”

You force your mouth to stay closed, keep your palms from getting sweaty. This is your husband, goddamn.

Your husband, wearing nothing but his work pants. Your husband, holding up a black band, waiting for you to wrap it around his strong arm only because you couldn’t stop imagine him doing a stupid internet trend. Out of instinct, you follow the invitation of his stretched-out hand, fingertips pulsating against his firm muscles while you tie a perfect little bow.

Until he flexes his muscles, forcing the band to untie itself in slow motion. His beefy arm, veins threaten to pop open any given minute. How is it possible for a man to be in this shape when relaxed? Your gaze is fixated on his delicious sight in front of you – so focused that you don’t notice his other hand grabbing your chin before it’s too late.

“It seems like you’re enjoying the view”, he comments softly.

“Just because you are the view, Kento”, you clarify with a small smile, allowing him to drag you into his strong arms.

Toji Fushiguro

“You want me to do what?”

You grab his arm tightly, doe eyes making it hard for none other than Toji Fushiguro to focus. What did you see on the internet again? “Ribbon around bicep”…What the hell?

“I want you to tie a pink ribbon around your bicep and pop it open with your beefy muscles”, you explain briefly.

“Come on babe. Why can’t I just wrap my hand around ya neck instead?”

“Tempting”, you purr, finger gliding over his firm chest delicately slow.

“But you’re the perfect match for that trend. Now sit your ass down and gimme your arm.”

Just before Toji is even able to press his longing lips against yours, you shove him onto the couch and position yourself on top of him, pink ribbon dangling from your fingertips.

“C’mon (y/n)”, he groans, pouting like a little child when you slap the hand that tried to dig into your butt away.

“Hold still. I need to concentrate”, you instruct him.

“Promise we’ll fu-“

“DONE!”, you scream out, the sheer excitement radiating from your voice making him stop mid-sentence.

His eyes follow your gaze, revealing a wonky-looking bow tied around his biceps so firmly that it might burst any minute.

“And now you want me to do what?”, he questions.

It’s hard to keep himself from smiling when you sit in front of him grinning like an idiot. Is that really all it takes? A fucking ribbon wrapped around his biceps? What a strange thing you are.

But still…

You look so breathtakingly gorgeous that he can’t keep up his annoyed façade.

“Flex your muscles babe!”, you instruct him, index finger poking into his biceps.

Fine, he’ll do you the favour. Slowly, he lifts up his arm before popping open the bow with ease, watching the shocked expression on your face.

“That trend was totally made for you, Toji!”, you shriek, your eyes still fixated on his arm.

“Let’s do that again.”

“I know something better.”

All it takes is a swift motion for you to lay underneath him, your hot breath escaping your lips in shock.

“I’m next, babe”, he breathes out.

Bonus: Sukuna

“Why did I even agree to do this…”, the king of curses mumbles while you’re busy tying another ribbon around his arm.

“Hold still, I’m not done yet.”

“You already tied this one three times, (y/n). I’m getting impatient.”

“Oh, I know you don’t. Deep down you enjoy me caressing your arm”, you reply with a cheeky grin, carefully forming another bow around his fourth arm.

Tying a bow around a single arm already sounding inviting, but the stinging fact that your lover has not only two but four arms to offer for this delicious trend…There was no way in hell for you to resist this opportunity.

“Really deep down”, he grumbles.

“I’m done. Now stand still and don’t move until I say so”, you bark at him while taking a few steps back.

“Watch how you talk to me or I’ll-“

“Shut up Sukuna, your threats don’t work for me. Okay, flex your muscles in three, two, one…”

Out of instinct, he lifts up his four arms and pops open every ribbon you tied so laborious these pasts minutes. Damn, he really feels like an idiot, standing in front of you shirtless with pink ribbons falling from his arms. But that look on your face, the way you clap your hands in sheer excitement, that phone…Wait.

“Did you film this, brat?”

You blink a few times, the smile on your face disappearing as fast as it came.

“Maybe I did”, you reply, quickly turning on your heels and sprinting away.

“Delete that right now!”

“I will watch this every time I go to bed!”

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[kentosbabes]

Cozy Nanami Headcannons

He pretends to sleep with his glasses on while sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, just so he can feel your hand caress his face.

He loves to exchange books with you and leave notes in the margins with his impeccable handwriting, usually they’re really insightful but sometimes he’s a little silly and likes to make you laugh.

He likes to be a gentleman, definitely respects the road rule- tugging you to the side of the pavement and putting his large hand on the small of your back when you two cross the road.

He likes when the two of you nap together accidentally, the feeling of you legs tangled up and your back hushed close next to his. He can fall asleep easier when you’re next to him, hearing your heart beating and seeing the rise and fall of your chest.

He likes to wake you up with a kiss to your temple and coffee just the way you like it in his hand waiting for you to get up.

He is really good with children, as much as he likes to pretend to be awkward with them. As soon as you turn your back he plays with them, picking them up and spinning them and listening to their every command seriously.

He loves it when you bury your face in his chest to shield your eyes from the bright light flooding into your bedroom from the window.

He loves it when you cat stretch next to him in bed, he knows you push up against him on purpose but he just kisses your nape and pulls you in impossibly closer.

He loves to massage you after a long day at work, feeling you relax under him because of something he has done makes him happy.

After care is so important, almost as important to him than actually having sex with you. He takes it very seriously, bubble baths and massages. The work.

Occasionally, he surprises you with a homemade treat, like cookies or muffins, that he drops off at the office to brighten your day.

He likes to share a quiet moment with you before work, sipping your favorite warm beverages and discussing your plans for the day.

He has a small polaroid picture of the two of you at the park after he’s asked you out for the first time.

He is on Pinterest religiously, if he sees something that gives off a you vibe he’ll put it in his folder he has just named ‘darling’.

[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

[pseudowho]

"How well can you drive?"

(help me find the Nanami artist in the banner, for crediting and thanks/permission!)

Nanami Kento's driving skills are put to the test, as the reader decides to put her mouth to good use.

Warnings: You've heard enough, 18+ as usual

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"How well can you drive?" you asked Kento, elbow leaning against the tinted windows as the car engine rumbled along underneath you. You had a long journey ahead, the weather was fine, and you felt...naughty.

Kento kept his eyes ahead as he frowned, bemused; "Well..I've never been in an accident that was my fault." You hummed to yourself, not satisfied with his answer. Kento sighed.

"I passed my test with just one minor." You hummed again, legs crossed, fidgeting in your seat.

"I've...never made you feel unsafe in the car, have I?"

"Oh god, no. Never." Kento looked satisfied.

"Then I'm a pretty good driver, I'd say," glancing at you as your eyes glinted, "...why?" You looked to Kento, biting your lip, eyes wicked.

Your hand was resting on Kento's thigh now, and you stroked it, fingers creeping to his inner thigh and higher with each movement. Kento let out a breathless cough, and gripped your hand. Stopping at traffic lights, he fixed you with a deep frown.

"Behave yourself," he scolded, "that is grossly irresponsible." You pouted, eyes still glimmering deviously, heat pooling in your belly as he told you off, only spurring you on.

"Well...let's see how good of a driver you are, hmm?" Unclicking your belt, you leaned over the centre of the car to drape yourself onto his lap. He reached over you, stunned, changing gears as the traffic lights changed and the car shifted to life again.

Your mouth was on his thighs, leaving soft little nips up the inside of them, as you gently unbuttoned the lowest buttons of his shirt, untucking it from his trousers as you stroked the sensitive skin at the bottom of his abs. Kento coughed again, alarmed, desire trickling through him, split with anger at how poorly behaved you were being.

"This is a terrible idea," he grumbled, as your mouth drifted to his v-line, kissing along the soft patch of honey-coloured hair there, leaving lovebites and marks above his belt. Your fingers gently unbuckled his belt, pushing it aside. You were satisfied to feel Kento's body betraying him, palming the outside of his zipper as his cock swelled underneath it.

Kento's foot stuttered on the accelerator as you squeezed him through his trousers and the car juddered forwards-- "fuck," Kento hissed, holding your hand against his zipper, looking down at you with restrained fury. You giggled. He sighed.

"Whatever it is you want to do," he pressed out through gritted teeth, "I'm sure I'll remain an exemplary driver." He shot you a stern look.

"So finish what you've started." You didn't need to be told twice. Kissing your way down his belly again, you unbuttoned his trousers, and, gripping his zipper between your teeth, slowly undid it. Kento gulped-- "You are feral," he hissed--concentrating hard on the road as he felt his cock twitch in his boxers.

With you slipping a hand inside his trousers and squeezing his rigid cock, Kento sat up in his seat for a moment to push his trousers down enough that he sprang free, long, thick and pink-tipped against his belly.

Kento groaned as your hot little mouth immediately encircled the tip of his cock, your hand gripping him at the base, as you swirled your tongue around him with a happy hum, licking off the precum as Kento gasped, eyes drifting closed for just a moment. Kento focused on gear changes, his brain stuttering when you cupped his balls as he altered his speed, another car pulling in front of him. He groaned as you sucked, sinking your mouth down his cock.

Kento's head swam, low moans rolling out of him as you worked your mouth up and down his length, tapering your lips almost closed around his tip before sucking him back in, tongue licking firmly against the underside of his cock. One of Kento's hands left the wheel to sink into your hair, urging your mouth down so your nose scraped against his hipbone.

"Ah, ah-- shit--" Kento swore, hips flicking upwards as you gagged, the back of your throat closing around the tip of his cock, "just like that-- please, shit, please--" Kento braked hard at another set of traffic lights, relieved as the car jolted to a stop, his hands white-knuckled on the wheel and the back of your head, pulling your hair at the roots as he pressed your head down against him.

You moved your head quickly now, his cock drenched with spit and pre-cum as your throat bobbed around him, intermittently gagging around his throat as Kento groaned, hand loose on the back of your head as you swallowed around him, Kento's eyes squeezed shut in agonising pleasure.

The car behind yours beeped and Kento swore, pulling off quickly as he realised he'd missed the lights changing, his orgasm approaching, pleasure ebbing through his thighs and lower back. Focusing on gear changes had Kento nearly stalling the car, and you took him deep into your throat, moaning around him.

Kento nearly went blind with pleasure as the vibrations of your moan shot through his cock, his hand flying off the gearstick to grab your head again, pressing your nose down to his hipbones again as he came, his hips bucking as spurts of cum shot down your throat, pulling your head back so he could feel it settle on your tongue.

He gasped, his skin prickling with the aftershocks of his orgasm as you languidly licked him clean, looking at him with that same wicked glint in your eye as you swallowed. Kento groaned again, shaky and trying to compose himself as he continued to drive, quiet for a few moments as he indicated and pulled into a service station.

His head dropped back against the seat and a drip of sweat ran down his forehead, and Kento scowled at you as you grinned, happy with yourself.

"First, we grab a drink," grumbled Kento, "then, we see how well you can drive."

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Look, I promise I'll behave myself and write some fluff next week.

[http-tokki]

"Ken," you call from the kitchen, arms elbow-deep in dirty dishwater. "baby, can you come here, please." You hear a chair scrape against wooden floors. "Yes, angel?" Kento walks in a few seconds after answering you. "Can you pull the plug, please? I can feel something there, and I know if I touch it, I'm gonna puke." you wince, unable to move your hands in fear of touching the soggy food again. Nanami chuckles and reaches into the soapy water to pull the stopper on the drain. "Anything else?" he rinses his hands under the water, removing any residue of bubbles and grime. You turn your head to look up at your fiance and purse your lips for a kiss. Kento obliges, pressing a soft kiss against your lips. You love him for so many reasons, a list that spans the width of the earth and then some but in moments like these, where he willing reaches into dirty water just because you hate the feeling of soggy food, you love him a little more.

[chrollohearttags]

jealous, possessive lawyer!nanami and his super pretty, plus size assistant. Who’s always strutting around in adorable and sometimes revealing outfits, always getting hit on by his rich, sleazy clients and the plethora of other suitors that drop off flowers and gifts throughout the week. You’re completely oblivious the power you hold or that you’re attracting all this attention. That is until your boss calls you into his office at the end of the week to give you a bonus…and to make you come until you can barely even stand! Hiking your leg on the edge of his desk as he falls to his knees and takes your panties along with him..licking and lapping every crevice of your plump little pussy until you’re scratching on the wood and clawing at his hair. Too bad he only responds by slapping your thick ass and tells you to keep riding his face until he says stop. Or making you climb on top of him; sitting back down in his swivel chair and stroking that cock to the sight of your pretty titties spilling out of your new dress. It’s way too inappropriate for work wear but he doesn’t mind. So as long as he’s the one ripping it off of you. Truthfully, it’s what you get for keeping him so aroused all week..and blindly doing so at that. But he’ll be certain to vent all his frustrations in the way of bouncing you up and down as the room fills with your loud screams and the creaking of the chair. Not to worry, he’ll just lift you mid air and keep thrusting until his nut is made home inside of that tight pussy. And when you ask if you’re too heavy, clawing up his back in the process, he’ll only laugh and tell you:

“Sweet girl, I’m more than capable of handling you. I’m the only man who can..the only one you’ll ever need.”

[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 12 [ NANAMI KENTO X AGE GAP ] cws age gap + corruption kink (sort of) + (mentions of) oral (f & m) + creampie ! MDNI

getting with someone younger than him was something nanami hadn't expected, but also couldn’t complain about.

there was something about you, a sort of innocence that came with being at a certain stage of your life where you were you still figuring everything out that made you almost endearing, the way you looked at him, how you allowed him to take care of you, making kento almost go mad. he loved how you trusted him, letting him lay you down on his bed and undress you, allowing him to decide the pace, how fast or how slow he wanted to go, even if deep down you were the one calling all the shots, your body language, how you reacted to his touch, being what made him decide what to do.

he would kiss down your body slowly, taking your pieces of clothing one by one until you were completely bare for him, that being when he would kneel down between your legs, licking up your pussy and tasting you, always letting out satisfied hums in the middle of it, getting up again when you had cum on his tongue and your slick was dripping down his chin. only then, when he was sure you were ready, would he fuck you — and you just loved how sure of himself he was, how kento clearly knew what he was doing, and how effortlessly it all seemed to be to him, how he could make you reach an orgasm at almost the snap of his fingers. every thrust, every kiss, every single touch was calculated to make you moan the loudest, scream his name the loudest. it fed into his ego, but you didn’t care, because even with that he still made you feel better than any guy your age ever had, and that was more than enough to keep you hooked, to keep you wanting more of him, never quite satisfied, and you knew the feeling was completely mutual, taking note of how he looked at you, how when he came down your throat after fucking your mouth or how when he filled you up with his seed after fucking you dumb he would look at you with a sort of adoration in his eyes that was impossible to fake, how they would glisten with love and desire before he was leaning down to kiss you one more time.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !

[daisynik7]

Nanami gets a kick out of how innocent and pure you are in front of others. Around friends, family, coworkers, strangers, you’re still that shy, timid girl he fell in love with all those years ago. Always smiling with kindness twinkling in your eyes. Perfectly sweet to just about everyone you meet. You’re beloved by everyone in your life and in his. A true angel in disguise gracing this mundane world of his. 

When it’s just the two of you, though, you turn into a completely different person: a fiend hellbent on making him lose his goddamn mind.

Tonight, you're locked in your bedroom, fucking each other silly. Well, it’s more like you're fucking him. You straddle his lap, riding his cock, already so sensitive from his first orgasm. His creampie leaks out from your pussy, making a mess between you, but you don’t care. He’s twitching from overstimulation, moaning your name as you bounce faster on his dick, pumping another load out of him. He’s spent beyond belief, but he knows better than to deny you of your fill. No matter how much he whines about how sensitive he is, he wants this. He needs this. 

Limbs wobbly from exhaustion, he kneels behind you, watching with half-lidded eyes as you position yourself on your hands and knees, teasing his wet cock between your ass cheeks. He stares at your pussy, drooling with his cum, already eager to be back inside you. He lets you do all the work, be in control, use him as your own personal sex toy until you’re satisfied. And that doesn’t happen until you throw your ass back and forth on his dick, filling yourself up with his third creampie of the night, the sheets beneath you ruined with sweat, spit, and slick. 

To Nanami, there’s nothing better than being fucked stupid by you, his gorgeous, perfect wife. 

[velvetcrimsonkisses]

Nanami who just can’t help making a mess of you when you look so pretty baking in the kitchen. Especially when it’s for him. Holding tight onto your hips as he drills his cock in you from behind, spreading your ass to see himself disappearing into your sopping cunt. Throwing his head back in pleasure as his grip on your bum tightens. His free hand fingering your pussy so you both can cum together. He looks so good coming down from his high, dress shirt unbuttoned at the top, thick veins on his arms protruding, and his arm muscles bulging. Lost in the view in front of you, he gets your attention by swiftly lifting you up onto the counter so he can have a taste of his favorite dessert…

i'm so giggly about this...

[m-ayo-o]

18+ pregnancy ; husband kento

Thinking of the moment Nanami Kento makes you his wife, carries you into your bedroom and tells you he's going to give you his kids...

You've been begging him, but he wanted to wait.

And now, on your wedding night, he's making it his only mission to get you pregnant.

"Again-" he's panting, stripped bare of his suit.

Your first few rounds, he kept your dress on.

But now it's off, he claims your whole body till you're covered in a thin sheen of sweat- you look ethereal.

"My angel-"

And he insists he's gotta keep going.

How many times has he cum?

You've lost count...

"One more--"

He's running on pure instinct.

Adrenaline.

Lust.

His muscles flex and his body has never looked more

godly

He stops when you can't continue.

"K-Kento-- ple-ease"

He doesn't realise how weak you sound till it's too late.

He pulls out and tilts your body up, to keep it in.

Then, in that same position, he lowers his mouth to your clit and makes you cum till you pass out.

He doesn't let you leave the bed in the morning without another round, finally satisfied when he sees that positive test by the end of your honeymoon.

[yunnuys]

Nanami Kento

He’s loses his cool when it comes to you (๑>◡<๑)

☆ Nanami who is a responsible and respectful businessman.

☆ Nanami who is never late to work and sometimes even works overtime.

☆ Nanami who never loses his temper even when his coworkers are complete idiots.

☆ Nanami who’s number one priority was always work

☆ Nanami who never cared about relationships, especially not in his workplace

☆ Nanami who’s always cool and collected, but not when you come into work with those skin tight skirts on.

☆ Nanami who stutters when you he thanks you for bringing him coffee and pastries for the 3rd time that week.

☆ Nanami who can’t keep his eyes off your breasts when you lean down to place them on his desk.

☆ Nanami whose pants gets tighter when you brush past him to get to your cubicle.

☆ Nanami who shrugs you off when you ask him why he’s been staying in his office more often.

☆ Nanami who spends those few minutes fisting his cock with you on his mind, getting startled when you knock on his door and calling out his name with that heaven sent voice of yours.

☆ Nanami who finishes what he started earlier when everyone goes home, pumping his cock slowly as he wishes it was your hand stroking him.

☆ Nanami who edges himself and blows his load while groaning out your name. His cum spilling onto important documents that he’ll have to reprint later.

☆ Nanami who stays silent for a moment cursing himself for not being able to keep it in his pants like he’s some stupid teenager.

☆ Nanami who cleans up his mess and reminds himself to reprint said documents while mumbling “woman will be the death of me.”

☆ Nanami who knows he’ll just do it the next day,, and maybeeee get the courage to ask you out ( ◠‿◠ )

Jus something short nd sweet

[ponderingmoonlight]

Ahh moonlight you don’t know how much I wanted to send in a request but I was at work.

Anyways how would the second years or first years react to y/n dating Nanami or Gojo.

You make your way to Jujutsu High, so ready to finally see your boyfriend again. He didn’t come home for what feels like forever, busy with assisting the young ones on multiple missions.

“I’m not a teacher, darling”, he reminded you over and over again.

“You sure sound like one. I want to meet those kids someday!”

And this means today. A little surprise won’t hurt him, right?

“Nanami-sensei!”, you hear a male voice shout out of a classroom nearby, your heart instantly melting.

“Don’t call me that”, the oh so serious voice of your boyfriend replies.

You can’t help but grin from ear to ear, heart filled with warmth in an instant. While he acts all serious, strict and aloof, you know better than anyone else what a sweetheart Kento Nanami really is. That boy calling him teacher made his heart skip a beat, will haunt him forever in the most precious way. While Kento never wished to be someone people looked up to, he has become a real role model in the world of jujutsu for the young ones.

And what a handsome one.

“Can you just shut up, Itadori?”, a female voice mutters annoyed while you draw closer.

“Did you hear that, Fushiguro?”

“I don’t listen to you guys…”

“Oh, so you think you’re better, huh? That’s bold from someone who looks like a sea urchin-“

“Take that back right now.”

“That wasn’t really nice, Kugisaki. It’s not Fushiguro’s fault he looks like that.”

“What is wrong with you kids…”, Kento mumbles under his breath.

“Hi!”

Complete silence, all pairs of eyes are set on you while you smile at all three students sitting in front of their desks gently.

Before your eyes get glued onto him. Kento, standing in front of them with his flexed arms crossed. Kento, with his sleeves rolled up just enough for you to see his veiny forearms. Kento, with an utter look of surprise plastered on his normally so neutral face.

“Darling, what are you doing here?”, he questions softly.

“DARLING!?”

As if his students disappeared into thin air, Kento crosses the room to wrap his arms around you immediately.

“I wanted to stop by and see who you’re working with.”

“There’s no way she’s your girl”, the girl in the middle murmurs.

“You never told us you have a partner, Nanami-sensei!”, a pink-haired boy suddenly blurts out.

“Don’t call me that”, Kento warns him with sharp voice.

“You know they will never stop talking about you, right?”, he murmurs against your ear.

“Nanami-sensei, I-“

“I’ll slap you”, your boyfriend grumbles.

“He won’t”, you assure the pink-haired boy with a cheeky grin.