#nanami kento oneshot

[churipu]

SURPRISE COOKIES FOR MAMA 𓆝 ⋆｡𖦹°‧

ִ ࣪𖤐 featuring. nanami kento x female! reader

ִ ࣪𖤐 warnings. both of you have a three year old daughter, broken conversations from your daughter bcs she's a kiddo, i'm leaving all of you to name your daughter.

note. midterm week, i'm going to try uploading, but if i don't, just know that it's not me ignoring my wips or you. love you all mwah <33

"this me!" (daughter) pointed at an old picture of . . . a young you with a blue thin strap floral sun dress posing cutely in front of the camera — a big smile on your face, showing off your pearly whites, "i pretty."

nanami who had his back leaning on the couch could only muster out a soft chuckle, he had his hand on the young girl's small waist to hold her up right; preventing a tumble or two, "that's mama. she looks lovely, doesn't she?"

(daughter) craned her head up to face nanami, her e/c doe eyes blinking, ears unbelieving that the portrait was her mother, "mama? no, this me! i so pretty," she pointed her chubby finger towards the portrait, which is undeniably almost as big as she is.

"mhm, that's mama," nanami caressed his daughter's head lovingly, "you do look a lot like mama, you know?" he whispers, eyeing the portrait (daughter) had laying on her small lap.

half a decade ago — nanami told himself that he isn't fit to be a family man; he swore the both of you talked about kids, and how you'd both wait at least until later on into the marriage. but (daughter) was a surprise pregnancy, and the best thing that has ever happened to the both of you.

"this no mama, this me papa," (daughter) pouts, her soft lips puckering out slightly.

nanami used his free hand to flip the photo album, showing a picture of (daughter) as a newborn. a pink colored bandana around her small head, eyes shut in content, "this is you the day you were born," he cooed out, letting his daughter take in the picture.

what a bundle of joy she is. nanami remembered every second he spent inside the delivery room by your side — letting you dig your fingers inside his flesh, because he knew the pain that you were going through at that moment couldn't compare to anything else that he was feeling. all he cared about was you and his daughter.

"this me?" (daughter)'s meek voice resounds. nanami nodded, eyes gazing into his daughter's doe ones, "i so pretty."

nanami smiled warmly, "yes, you are pretty, just like mama," he compliments; pinching her chubby cheeks gently, "it still surprises me how you're an exact copy of your mama . . ." he pats her head, his palm engulfing her whole head.

(daughter) nods her head vigorously, "mama and me twins!" she cheers happily, kicking her feet.

the male chuckles, "mhm, twins," he wrapped an arm around her waist and pulled her up — standing as he puts the picture album on top of the coffee table that sat in the middle of your living room, "mama's coming home soon."

"we take cookies out of cooler, papa," (daughter) pats her father's cheeks gently before wrapping an arm around his neck to hook herself close to nanami, "warm for mama."

nanami vaguely remembered the day he passed by a baking class near his office. where he first saw you, holding onto a young boy's hand — no younger than six years of age, guiding him to whisk what seemed to be cake batter. he stood out of the glass pane, staring into the class for at least the next three minutes out of his twenty-four hours just to look at you.

he thought you looked pretty (and the display cake looked pretty as well, but that was besides the point).

but he never saw you again until three months later at the same place, and you noticed him. surprising. considering he was staring yet again for the second time. but he didn't think that you'd go out your way to talk to him right at that moment — and he was thankful you did.

"mhm, we're going to warm it up for mama," with ease, nanami opened the cooler and grabbed a plate of messily made classic chocolate chip cookies wrapped with saran wrap. (daughter) contributed to most of the procedure, and nanami thought it was the third most beautiful thing besides you and her. he's a proud dad.

the process of warming the cold cookies was short — with (daughter) prepped on top of the counter, with nanami's arms right by her sides. the two of them smiling at each other in silence, waiting for the oven to let out the satisfying 'ding!', hopefully before you came through the door.

unfortunately, things don't always go the way he wanted. and there you were, with your usual (color) coat slung over your arm, heaving out an exhausted sigh, mumbling out a soft, "i'm home."

(daughter)'s head turn to face the door, eyes widening in panic as she then faced nanami, "mama home, papa," she whispers, covering her mouth to hold back a loud giggle.

nanami nuzzled his nose into hers, "want to go hide from mama?"

the young girl nods her head, almost immediately wrapping her arms around her father's neck, "go go go, papa, hide, hide!" she whispers, giggling as she fit her small face into the crook of nanami's neck.

nanami laid a hand behind his daughter's head, he passed by you who had just walked through the short hall leading towards the living room, sending out a slight signal through his eyes as he walks into (daughter)'s sage colored room. he laid the young girl down onto the rugged floor, "go go, hide from mama."

the girl wasted no time scurrying under her bed, giggling softly. on the other hand, nanami walked out of her room with a small smile, approaching you.

"something smells good," you greet the male, opening your arms for a hug. i mean — what else do you need after a long day of work besides a warm hug from your husband?

nanami's arms felt like a blanket engulfing your body, he buckled his knees slightly to press a short kiss on your lips, "(daughter) has your baking abilities, 'm not surprised. good day at work?"

you nod, "tiring day, a boy spilt heavy cream all over the floor and his mother blamed us for it," nanami's face hardened a bit after hearing your story, "she practically went on a cursing spree in front of the kids, the cops had to restrain her."

the male grazed his finger on your cheek, "i'm sorry about that, she didn't hurt you, did she?"

you shook your head, "no worries, where's my baby, hm?"

nanami pinched your nape gently, "she wanted to surprise you with her cookies, she's in her room hiding. go see her and i'll be there with the cookies, yes?"

"you're too nice to me," you jokingly said.

"just to you," he rolled his eyes, brushing his lips over the hollow of your nose, "go, go. she's waiting for you."

you pulled yourself away from his embrace, putting your coat on top of the kitchen's counter before sauntering over to (daughter)'s room, knocking on her door. which resulted in an indubitable string of laughter from your own blood and flesh from under the bed, "baby? where're you?"

her soft and hushed giggles didn't stop when you step inside her room, "are you . . ." you pretended to open the closet, "here!"

and (daughter) stifled back a laugh when you failed to find her. and the next attempt, you squat down to eye under the bed, "there you are," her loud laughs finally chimed out, "give mama a hug, please?"

the young carbon copy of you crawled out from under the bed, immediately rushing to your lap to give you a warm hug, "i miss mama . . ." she pressed a kiss to your cheek, "mama miss me?"

you cradled her body back and forth, "mama misses you so much."

"i have surprise for mama," (daughter) abruptly pulled back from the hug, "surprise cookies for mama!"

the scent of chocolate entered your nostrils as nanami walked inside the room with a plate of freshly warmed chocolate chip cookies, "it's not a surprise anymore when you tell mama about it, isn't it?" he asks with a slight chuckle.

"'ts okay, mama still surprised. i bake cookies with papa," (daughter)'s eyes twinkled with happiness when nanami laid the plate down on the floor, "i bake cookies like mama. try try mama!"

and so you did, "'ts so yummy, good job, baby!"

nanami tugged on your arm towards him, slithering an arm around your waist, "'f course she did, you're her mama, y'know?" the male leaned in to place a short kiss to the tip of your nose.

(daughter) shrieks out, "papa cooties!"

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[beneathashadytree]

HUSBAND!NANAMI TEXTS

Warnings : slightly suggestive at first, big font cause i’m blind, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : mild crack, little smidge of hurt/comfort, fluff <33

Additional notes : I’ve had non-stop exams for the past like month or two, so here’s a little something cause I miss my man 💔

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[junosmindpalace]

kento thinks you’re pretty.

your appearance doesn’t stick out in any drastic way, but the sense of stability you bring with simply a kind smile and gentle voice make kento think, from the moment he first stood in front of you as you introduced yourself as awkward teenagers, that you were pretty.

he sees you mostly in passing, and he always bows his head respectfully in response to your small grin and accompanying wave. you weren’t bouncing off the walls or getting yourself into whatever sort of mischief his other upperclassmen typically did that warranted frequent violent scoldings from yaga, and in a way it was comforting. perhaps because you presence was grounding amidst the world of chaos he lived in. it's a world that doesn't suit him very well.

it’s a hot summer day and he notices you sitting against a tall tree and basking in its shade. the heat makes his thoughts go a little awry and his eyes linger on you for a little longer than what can be considered a passing glance. you take notice of him and wave with a small chuckle, and kento thinks you’re really pretty.

too pretty to be hanging out around the juveniles he calls upperclassmen, having to tolerate their nonsense on the daily. but also way too pretty to be hanging around someone like him.

you’re too pretty for the society this school trains you to contribute to. with every passing glance, with every month that goes by they the two of you grow closer, with every conversation you hold with him and every kind act you perform, he’s more and more sure of it.

he confesses this to you as if you held pliers to his mouth and threatened to yank his teeth out if he didn’t, when in actuality your arms were wrapped lovingly around his waist and you stared up at him in confusion.

it’s been years since your high school days now, your features more mature and your souls a little more hardened and having taxes that needed to be paid, and kento still thinks you’re pretty.

he’s no longer a student, and he no longer wears his hair in that god awful side part that you used to tease him for, but he still finds himself staring at you and thinking that you’re too pretty for this god awful world. with every meal you share in your apartment, with every late night conversation prompted by some ridiculous thought you had, with every lingering hug and kiss before you two head off for work, he continues to be more and more sure of it.

it’s reaffirmed to him time and time again, and it kills him. maybe out there there is a world worthy of your beauty, that’s as beautiful inside and out as you are. but it’s certainly not the one you two currently live in.

but you reciprocated his feelings at eighteen and gave him time at twenty two and didn’t hesitate to happily accept when he asked you to move in with him at twenty five. you helped bandage him up when he got hurt and brought his favorite bakery treats on your way home from the school.

your own beauty made his world a little prettier.

you told him you’d like to see the world outside of your norm someday. maybe malaysia, you thought to yourself aloud as you drifted off to sleep in his arms the night he asked you what you had in mind.

and so he will do everything in his power to create a world that’s as pretty as you.

[zygomantic]

Smells like Home

Synopsis: Nanami comes home. You've missed him.

Pairing: Nanami Kento x reader

Content Warnings: None. It's pure fluff.

Your bedroom door creaks as it's opened, a sign that whoever is coming into the room is trying not to wake you. Your eyes open anyway and the first thing you register is the lamp on your night stand, casting a yellowish light over the bedroom. You happily press your face deeper into the pillow. Nanami's smell still lingers.

"... didn't mean to wake you, dear," you hear that deep, soothing voice apologize. He sounds tired, you think to yourself. Nanami had to work longer today and you know he hates it just as much as you do.

"...Wasn't asleep. Waited for you."

You hear him hum in response and instantly know he doesn't believe you. He knows you too well. He turns around to look at you, pausing his undressing, and catches the grumpy face you're making at him. The blanket covers your fave, shielding you from the cold air. Nanami chuckles, amused and relieved. He missed this, missed you, even if he saw you earlier today.

After changing into his sleeping clothes, he makes his way to his side of the bed, leans over and gives you a small kiss on the forehead. You pull him into the sleep wrinkled bed, pulling on the blanket so it covers the both of you.

You sling your leg over his and press as close as you can. Nanami wraps his arms around you with practiced ease, not moving an inch when you decide it isn't close enough and move half of your body on top of his. You tuck your head into his neck, and each inhale smells like his signature cologne and home.

[ofstardustanddreaming]

a much needed pick me up

oneshot summary: (the request) when nanami picks up his firstborn girl from kindergarten, noticing she was kinda upset (him not knowing why), so he secretly thought of taking her out to a candy store, knowing that can cheer her up.

content warnings: none

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami

female reader

anon request

a.n. - i'm sorry if this is a bit rough, i don't often write parent fics, but i hope this was okay!

Today, you were entrusting Nanami to pick up your daughter from school. You had some errands of your own to run, and you knew you wouldn't be able to pick her up like you typically would. You felt bad, but Nanami understood that your life was busy too. And it's been a while since he's picked her up, something he misses doing.

When he arrived at the school, he was checking his phone to see how early he was, but pleasantly surprised that he was there right on time. The children were being let out, and he kept a close eye out for his daughter.

He saw her running towards him, a warm smile taking a hold on his face as she came running towards him. He lowered himself to her level, pulling her in for the hug that she was wanting. He felt his heart cave in when he felt tears hitting his neck though, not wanting his daughter to feel sad.

"Missed you." She says into his neck, and his heart melts.

"Yeah, I missed you too. Did you learn anything in school?" He asks, trying to ease into a conversation about what might have happened to make her cry. She shakes her head against his neck as he starts to stand up from his position. He feels disheartened, unsure how to help his daughter.

He puts her in her car seat in the back, hesitating a moment, not wanting to get in the driver's seat yet.

"You okay, bug?" He asks, wiping a tear from her cheek. She shakes her head begrudgingly, not wanting to speak. "Did you want to talk about it?" She shakes her head again, and his mouth turns downward. He drops the subject, a little bit at a loss. She's never really had a bad day before, and might have trouble regulating emotions. He just wants to help, but isn't quite sure what to do at the step where she doesn't want to talk. He'd have to consult you for help.

But he knew of something that could brighten her day a little bit. There's a candy shop that's on the way to the park that you, Nanami, and your child frequent to let her play, and she often looks at the window excitedly, as often kids do, and points with some pleading to go in. You have been in there once to let her pick something out, but don't want to build the habit of constantly eating sweets. But Nanami thinks right now is an exception to the rule.

Your daughter doesn't really have a sense of direction at that age, so it really was surprising to her when Nanami pulled into an area she didn't recognize initially. But when she saw the walking path that you guys took to the park, she immediately perked up. She looked up hopeful at her dad, and he gave her a smirk.

"Come on, let's go to the candy store. I'll let you pick out a few things." He says, grabbing her by the hand to make sure she doesn't run off to far to get injured. Her excited shouts of glee made his heart warm up, glad to know his daughter was feeling a little bit better. He knows it isn't a permanent fix, but even for a tiny while he wants to see her mood improved.

When they had entered the shop, the jingling of the bells had signaled their entrance. He was hit by the smell of sweet candy, getting easily enticed himself to pick up some candy. His daughter took off, running to some of her favorite picks of candy, and some new ones she wanted to try. He gave a soft call of "careful" after her, keeping an eye on her as he picked some candy out for himself. He was also looking for some of your favorite candy as well, knowing exactly which ones you loved.

He walked towards the counter, making idle chat with the worker there since there weren't that many customers in the store, and he waited for his daughter. The worker giggled at her excitement, seeing how your daughter ran around as if she was on a sugar rush herself. She eventually moves up to the counter, holding up her goods to Nanami. She looks nervous, thinking she had grabbed to many sweets for him to agree too, but he takes what she had grabbed at puts them on the counter.

The cashier rings him up and he takes the bag in one hand when she presents it to him, where he then picks his daughter up with his other hand when she holds her hands up and asks to be held. It was a quick walk back to the car, and an even quicker back to the house, yet it felt elongated by the fact his daughter was back to being sullen. He was worried and wanted your input on how to help.

"Go see your mother." He says as he ushers your daughter through the door, and he feels his heart warm to hear her slight giggle as you excitedly greet her, the smell of dinner wafting through.

"How was school today?" Was the magic question from you, which causes her to burst into tears as she runs to her room. It leaves you befuddled, and you walk to the door entry where it's hidden from the kitchen, to see if Nanami knew why she was upset. He shrugs as he comes over to you to hug and kiss you.

"She was upset after school, she wouldn't say why. I stopped by the candy store to see if it could cheer her up at all, and she was happy. For a little bit at least." He catches you up, stating he'd hope you might know why if the school had called home to say why she might be crying.

You put down your cooking utensils, ushering Nanami towards your daughter's door as you both plan to figure out what the problem was. You both sat on the bed that she was on, curious as to what the issue could be. You pull your daughter up, pulling her into your side to comfort her.

"What's up bug? Bad day at school?" You ask her, and she looks up at you tearfully.

"I just miss you guys." She says, sniffling through the sentence. And you realize what this might be about as you make eye contact with Nanami, who was realizing it himself.

"Oh I see. We haven't had the chance to all hang together. We can change that though. I'm sorry bug, we've been busy with work, and you've had school. But we can change that now, where we can go to the park tomorrow if you'd like. And I know you got candy today, but maybe tomorrow we can go again. At least one more time. I know that's your favorite place." You tell her, and she slowly starts to beam.

"Really?" She asks softly, and you nod, while Nanami picks her up.

"Of course." He replies, which causes her to smile more. "I can always call off some evening shifts, we have been pretty busy lately. I'm sorry you've felt this way bug, and thank you for telling us. We'll always make time for you." He says smiling down at her, and over at you. Maybe the candy store will be the new spot to create happiness.

[empyreanwritings]

Two Feels Better than One

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!Reader x Nanami Kento

Word Count: 2.8k

Summary: You have wanted Nanami for far too long, and it seems Gojo feels the same way about him, too. This is technically part two to Two is Better than One but can be read as a stand-alone one-shot!

Warnings: (18+ Only, MINORS DNI) This is pure smut with vv little plot; threesomes - M/F/M and M/M/F dynamics; face-fucking; slight degradation, heavy praise kinks; cunnilingus; finishing inside but no breeding kink; usage of "princess" and "sweetheart"; spanking; fingering; overstimulation; hair pulling; and of course, we have an eiffel tower bc I could not resist.

Every part of your body feels nothing but Gojo and Nanami. Their touch feels too much and not enough all at the same time. If Nanami pushes, Gojo pulls. You don’t know who to focus on, but even if your brain tries to pick one, the other tips you over and demands your attention again. 

“Please,” you whine, fingers digging into Gojo’s thighs as he holds you flush against his chest. 

“Please what, princess?” He coos. “What do you want?” 

“I-I can’t take it much longer.” 

He gently grips your chin and forces you to look up at him. “Oh, poor thing. You want to come, don’t you? But I haven’t given you permission. You can hold it.” 

Nanami lifts his head from between your thighs, his fingers still delicately rolling over your clit. Your juices cover his chin from the last half hour of eating you out. His usual gentle demeanor has been replaced by a man starved. Starved for you, starved to make you feel as good as he feels to finally have you.

“You can come for me, sweetheart,” Nanami urges you with a smile. “I’ll let you come.” 

He slowly pushes his fingers into you, gasping with you at the sensation. The tight coil in your stomach threatens to snap, but just before you can give yourself over, a sharp sting on your cheek pulls you right out of it. 

“Don’t you dare come, princess,” Gojo hisses as he soothes the sting with a sloppy, open-mouth kiss. “You come when I tell you to.” 

Nanami leans down to press a kiss against your clit, letting his fingers drag in and out of you until you feel the coil tighten again. His fingertips brush against that spongey, delicate spot, and the second he does, you whine again, which only fuels him to keep going. You aren’t sure how long you can hold back, but Gojo’s fingers are still holding your jaw, reminding you of his threat. 

“Come for me,” Nanami moans against you. “Please come for me, sweetheart. I need it.”

Something about the way he moans when he’s fucking his fingers into you so gently makes you snap. You moan his name as you come, back arching off of Gojo’s chest despite his hold on you and legs quivering around Nanami’s head. 

“There it is,” he groans at the sight of you dripping down his wrist. He fucks you through your high and laps up what he can with his tongue when you’ve collapsed. You try to push his head away–too sensitive to keep going–but he doesn’t budge, and you don’t have the strength to fight back. 

But you can’t relish in your orgasm for long. Gojo’s chest rumbles underneath you, and his eyes are filled with a cold fury when you finally bring yourself to meet them. 

“Oh, princess.” His tone is filled with faux regret. As if his next words will hurt him more than they hurt you. “You’re going to regret that.”

Nanami sits back on his knees, silently watching the two of you. He’s never seen Gojo be mean to you, but you seem to like it when it’s in the comfort of your bedroom. His pants are tight; he’s aching to get his hands on you again, but Gojo has a plan for you. All he can do is sit back and hope it involves him somehow. 

Gojo shoves your back until you’re on your hands and knees. Your face is at eye level with Nanami’s lap, but you don’t have time to admire how big his bulge is because Gojo’s wrapping your hair around his fist and pulling you back slightly. 

“Look what you did to poor Nanamin,” he whispers into your ear. “You selfishly came before either of us, and now his dick’s practically popping out of his pants.” 

“Satoru-” 

He smacks your ass so hard, you might have fallen forward if he didn’t have a tight grip on your hair. “I didn’t ask you to speak, princess.” 

You whimper but remain silent, which Gojo praises as he massages the sore spot on your ass. Nanami wants to say he’s being too rough on you, but you’re enjoying it. He doesn’t have to see your pussy to know it’s dripping from Gojo’s rough treatment. If you had a problem with his actions, you would have said something by now. 

“Since you wanted to come so badly, you’re not gonna stop coming until I tell you, you got that?” You don’t respond, and Gojo chuckles. “Such an obedient little princess. But while I take care of ya, you need to take care of Nanami, okay? Suck him off, make sure he knows you’re thankful for what he did.” 

He loosens his grip on your hair, letting you go enough so you can grip onto Nanami’s belt loops. You look up at Nanami. You’re asking for permission he had granted long before you three started, but he nods all the same. Your eagerness to get your mouth wrapped around his cock has him ready to bust out of his zipper, which is why he’s grateful you finally released him.��

“You’re so obedient for Nanami,” Gojo hums against the curve of your ass and bites it. You gasp at the pain and push yourself back against his mouth. “You’re making me jealous, princess.” 

You don’t look back at him to argue–you’re too focused on Nanami’s cock in your hand. He’s thick. Your fingers barely manage to wrap around most of him, but you try anyways and give him an experimental tug. Once. Twice. He’s moaning over such small movements, and it makes you excited to see what else you can do to get those noises out of him. 

Nanami strokes your cheek as you place a kiss on his tip and lick at the small bead of precum already pooling there. You swirl your tongue around his head, and though Nanami doesn’t let go of your cheek, his eyes close, and his head falls back, letting himself enjoy every delicious second you spend tasting him. He’s not even upset you haven’t fully taken him in your mouth yet because your tongue feels that good. 

Gojo doesn’t mind the attention isn’t on him, but he still takes this opportunity to swipe his tongue between your folds to get it back. He promised you orgasms until your body physically couldn't take it anymore, and he was going to uphold that promise now. 

If Nanami ate you out like a starved man, Gojo devoured you like it was his last meal. He wanted your cum on his tongue for every course. And if someone told him he had to choose between eating your sweet pussy and living, he'd rather die right after he made you come again. 

You're still so sensitive from Nanami's treatment that it doesn't take you long before Gojo's driving you over the edge again. He fucks his tongue into you, alternating between sloppily licking every inch of you he can and stroking his tongue in as deep as it'll go. The noises he makes are obscene, but you're gasping and wiggling so much he knows you love it. 

He doesn't give you time to adjust after your orgasm hits, either. He feels your juices coat his tongue, and he's already adding two fingers in you to bring another one just as quickly. 

"F-fuck, Satoru-" You mewl. 

Gojo snaps his head up but doesn't stop the movement of his fingers. "If she's talking, you aren't being satisfied, Nanami. Shut her up and fuck her mouth."

Nanami sucks in a breath to argue, but you're already gripping onto his cock and agree with Gojo. Yes, fuck my mouth, Kento. Please. You're so desperate to feel him fill up your throat, and Nanami doesn't hesitate after that. 

His hands gather up your hair to use as leverage as he slowly pushes his cock into your mouth. He doesn't stop until he feels you gag around him, and even then, he holds it for a few seconds before pulling away to let you breathe. He does that several times until he finally finds a rhythm he likes and focuses solely on how warm and wet your mouth feels. 

Gojo seems satisfied by his pace because it isn't long before he's leaning down to flick his tongue between your folds again. His tongue matches Nanami's pace, but his fingers move on their own. They fuck you brutally, relentlessly until you're coming around them, moans muffled by Nanami's cock. 

"Shit, princess, you're doing so good for me. You're ready to take me, aren't ya?" 

It's not a question. It's a warning. Gojo gives you no time to prepare before he's yanking his pants down and shoving his cock into you. You cry against Nanami's cock, fingers digging into the man's thighs and tears pooling in your eyes. Nanami falters for a moment, but you shake your head. You're okay. You like it. 

"Oi, Nanami." 

"Hm?" He tears his gaze away from you to look over a Gojo, who's got a shit-eating grin on his face. 

"High-five?" He holds his hand out but doesn't miss a beat when he thrusts into you. How he manages to focus on so many things at once will never cease to amaze Nanami. 

"No. That's childish." 

"C'mon! I've always wanted to do this."

Nanami sighs and reluctantly holds his hand out so Gojo can smack it. He has no idea why Gojo wanted to do that so badly, but he refuses to ask. The answer may be worse than the action. 

Instead, he turns his focus back to you. Your drool covers his dick, and tears are running down your face, but you haven't once told them it was too much. You took it all; you wanted to please them. Not just Gojo–you wanted to please Nanami, too. 

The thought pushes him to come. He hits the back of your throat with the first load and moans your name loudly as they keep coming. You moan with him. He imagines it's his name that you're saying. He hopes it is. 

And you swallow as much as your throat allows. When he pulls back, only a small amount escapes down your chin, but he captures that with his thumb and greedily shoves it back in your mouth. You even take that beautifully. 

You lean forward and press another kiss to his tip. He smiles warmly down at you, and it's such a tender moment he almost forgets Gojo is in the room. At least until a loud slap! rings through the air, and your elbows buckle against the sheets, forcing your face in them to hide your scream. 

"Don't get too comfortable, Nanami," he pants. "You're fucking her pussy next. It's too fuckin' good not to share." 

Gojo leans over until his chest is pressed against your back, and his mouth hovers over your ear. He fucks you deep and slow, letting you feel every inch of his cock as he whispers, "And I told you. I'm not stopping until you're begging me to. You've got more orgasms in you, I can feel it." 

His hips press against your ass, and he holds you there. You whimper and whine and beg him to move, but he doesn't. He just trails his finger down your arm and kisses your shoulder. 

"Gojo." Gojo smiles up at Nanami, tilting his head to the side to say 'yes?' "She's been good. Give her what she wants." 

Gojo hums. "As you wish, Nanamin."

You should have enjoyed the slow strokes while you could because the second Gojo leans back and plants his hands on your hips, he's fucking you to remind you who's really in charge. His pace is brutal. You have to bite onto the sheets to muffle your screams, and Nanami strokes your hair the entire time. Cooing at you over how well you take Gojo. 

You're doing so well, sweetheart. 

You don't have to hide those screams. 

Let us hear how good he's making you feel. 

Gojo reaches around and rubs circles over your clit, driving you over the edge for the fourth time. Your walls clamp around him so tightly, and his thrusts grow sloppy. He comes soon after you, making sure to hold you still so you can take every bit of his seed. 

The warmth makes you squirm, but you take it all. Not that you could protest if you wanted to because your body is turning fuzzy with every second that passes. Your nerves feel exposed. When Gojo pulls out, you shudder at the sudden feeling of his cum dripping out of you. 

It's too much. 

It's not enough. 

You're rooted in your spot when you hear Gojo call Nanami. He falls back against the pillows, sweat dripping down his face and his cock glistening with a mixture of your juices. You do nothing but admire the sight from where you've collapsed against the bed. 

"Come clean me up, Kento," Gojo purrs towards the other man. "Wanna feel your mouth." 

You half expect Nanami to protest, but he surprises you by crawling towards Gojo and fitting himself between his thighs. You watch in awe as Nanami greedily sucks Gojo down and works his mouth up and down, cleaning up every part of him. 

"Oh, fuck, Kento," Gojo moans as his fingers dig into his hair. "S'fucking good. Keep going like that." 

You shift to get a better view. Watching the two men you desire the most relish in each other's pleasure makes your body feel hot all over. The exhaustion you previously felt is long gone. You're suddenly ready for another round, but you allow them this moment. You just watch and smile, knowing they never would have taken this step if it weren't for you. 

Gojo senses your attention on them and pats the empty spot next to his torso. "I promised you orgasms, princess. Let me finger you while he–fuck!--while he sucks me off."

You crawl next to Gojo, letting your fingers trail up Nanami's body as you situate yourself. You lean up and capture Gojo's mouth with yours in a languid kiss. Neither of you is in a rush or feels the need to fight for dominance. You simply choose to feel. 

You feel his fingers push into your sensitive core. 

He feels Nanami's hot mouth sucking him down like it's his job. 

But he sacrifices that feeling so he can pull Nanami up by his hair and force him to straddle his lap. Gojo kisses you both with a renewed sense of urgency as if it'll end if he finishes too soon. He wants to take his time. Wants both of you to feel as good as he does. 

He lies back against the pillow and watches you and Nanami kiss on top of him. This was the best idea you ever had, he tells himself. And he never wants this–whatever the hell this is–to end. 

The three of you don't stop for hours. Even when your bones turn to jell-o, you still manage to continue slowly fucking each other until you absolutely can't anymore. And even then, you still find the energy to keep playing in the shower as you help each other clean up. Then make a mess and clean up all over again. 

You fall asleep first, limbs wrapped tightly around Gojo's body as he props himself against the headboard. You murmur something to them about breakfast, but your words die with a gentle snore. Gojo chuckles over how cute it is. 

His laughter stops when he sees Nanami start to dress. 

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" He's quiet but firm. He doesn't want to wake you and start something none of you have the energy to discuss right now. 

Nanami glances back at Gojo. "I figured you two would want your privacy. I'm not part of-" 

"Shut up. She said she wanted you, and that's not just for one night."

"You're okay with that?"

Gojo smirks. "You think she's the only one who wants you?" 

His words catch Nanami off guard. He can tell by the way he blinks rapidly. Instead of urging him to talk about it now, he pats the empty part of the bed on the other side of you. It's an invitation for the night. Maybe forever.

"Come sleep," he replies with a warmth Nanami isn't used to. "We'll talk about it in the morning." 

Nanami complies because he's always been weak for you, and now he's weak for Gojo too. He crawls into bed and lets Gojo pull the blanket around the three of you. His arms wrap around you, and Gojo manages to stretch out across your torso until his hands rest on the small of Nanami's back. 

It feels right. 

For once in their lives, it feels complete. 

[hinasakuino]

Belaud

18+ :) minors & ageless blogs dni, established relationship, Nanami x Reader, Female embodied reader, oral (male & fem receiving), slight dirty talk, reader is referred as baby/princess, Unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare & fluff (they say ily so many times but I’m not apologizing for that) (more notes at the end :) 3.8k words of fluff n smut :)

Nanami celebrates your birthday with you :)

I’d be lying if I said this wasn’t self indulgent 😏

The sound of thunder made your eyes snap open, you sat up slowly, rubbing your eyes and yawning as you glanced at the time. It was almost 10 am, and the rumbling sound of thunder caused you to be more alert. You looked to your right and realized Nanami wasn’t in bed. You got up and walked to the wide windows to survey the sky, stopping to pull on his discarded shirt, you smiled as his scent flooded your senses, the other clothing on the ground a gentle reminder of the actions that took place the night before made you blush just a little bit.

The clear blue sky that greeted you and your Boyfriend yesterday was now replaced with the grey swirls of clouds, and harsh winds.There were small puddles on the ground, the telltale sign of rain letting you know it had already rained at some point last night. You knew there was a chance of more rain today but you were hoping the rain would hold so that you’d be able to enjoy a day at the beach and then a dinner with the love of your life under the stars but it seemed like the weather had other plans, that included souring your mood just a little on one of the happiest days of your life. Your birthday. You sighed and crossed your arms just as a bolt of lightning scattered in the sky. Stepping away from the window you sat down with your phone you began replying to birthday related messages.

“Princess are you awake?” You hear Nanami call from somewhere in the villa. There isn’t a door to the bedroom so you walk out, taking your phone with you and going to find him.

It wasn’t hard to find him, though the villa was big, the smell of food led you to your lover, plating breakfast. With his back turned towards you, shirtless and in his briefs you chuckled at the sight, in awe of him being able to cook a full course without burning himself, it was something you considered a talent.

“Happy birthday baby,” he says softly when you approach the marble island, leaning forward to steal a piece of fruit from the bowl on the tray.

“Thank you babe.” You say sweetly smiling at him, the taste of the blueberry bursts on your tongue and you try to reach for another one your stomach grumbles reminding just how hungry you actually were. Nanami slaps your hand away scolding you jokingly and makes you sit on the stool in front of the island.

He pushes the plate of food in front of you and walks around the counter to press a soft kiss to your forehead and then he wraps an arm around you hugging you tightly.

Your heart swells you have to admit it, you still couldn’t comprehend the fact that Nanami was able to convince you to take a two week vacation to Bali let alone pamper and treat you like a princess the entire time, so far this had been the best birthday ever and you hadn’t even gotten to his gifts.

Before you dive into the food, you snap a picture for the gram which Nanami rolls his eyes at, but you need to show everyone the beautiful spread he’s prepared, scrambled eggs to your liking with turkey bacon, three perfectly round pancakes with strawberry cut up into a heart and dots of whipped cream, with the bowl of fruit.

“You and your pictures,” he mutters, laughing when you pinch him.

“I also want everyone to see how lucky I am to have such an amazing boyfriend slash personal chef.” You say placing your phone down and taking a bite of the turkey bacon.

“Did you go to town or something for this? Or did the kitchen come stocked?” You ask curiously, he takes a sip of his coffee and sits on the stool next to you, you lean into him unconsciously, your body leaning on his warm chest.

“I paid extra for the workers to stock the kitchen.” He admits and you nod and offer him a bite but he declines, taking it upon himself to cut the pancakes in perfect triangles.

“How’d you sleep last night?” He asks, making small talk as he fed you the pancakes.

“Like a baby, that mattress has to come home with us, I was asleep within 5 minutes,” You exclaim.

“Yeah your snoring almost kept me up all night,” he says, making you push his shoulder.

“I do not snore!” You protest but he just chuckles.

“It’s okay princess, everyone snores, it’s perfectly normal especially since you’ve been working non stop. This vacation was much needed.” He stands and places another kiss to your head when you finish the fruit bowl, he places it in the sink and you start working on the eggs.

“Well yeah, bills gotta get paid,” you mutter and he rolls his eyes.

“I’ve said it countless times, if you let me—” he starts but you cut him off.

“Noooo!” You say, waving your hands and shaking your head no.

“Or even if you move in, it would reduce the stress of bills on you and you could focus on school,” he says the last part matter of factly but you ignore him and push your food around on the plate.

“I’d feel terrible if you did any of those things.” You shake your head no again, Kento doesn’t say anything, and a comfortable silence sits between you two. Your phone vibrates signaling a call but you ignore it, focusing your attention to Kento who’s now rubbing your exposed thigh.

“You should answer that.” He says, closer now, he rests his head on your shoulder, his hand moves high, resting on your inner thigh. You shake your head no, finishing up the eggs, you down the apple juice he’s placed on the tray and turn forwards him.

“Seriously, thank you Ken,” You say, your hand rubs his cheeks affectionately and he hums leaning into your touch.

“I wish it wasn’t about to rain,” you say looking at the sky from the large windows in the kitchen.

“I wanted to swim,” Nanami says, sighing. “Since you’re Queen for the day, what shall we do your highness?” He asks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. You sigh and shrug just as you hear the pitter patter of rain coming down.

“Guess Hiking is out of the picture,” you joke. “We can just watch a movie, and if it’s not raining later we can get dinner, but honestly if it rains all day and we don’t get out I’ll be fine, we’re in Bali that’s a good enough gift already.” Nanami makes a noise in disagreement but doesn’t say anything.

“Speaking of gifts though,” He stands and runs to the room, and then comes back with two small bags and three boxes.

“No, I can’t accept that.” You immediately stand but he’s already placed the gifts down and pulls an envelope from behind his back placing it on top of the boxes.

“Go ahead, open them,” he encourages, smiling. So you do, starting with the envelope. Your name is written on the front in Kento’s perfect handwriting. Inside is a pink card with white flowers decorated on the front, you open the card, and read over the short paragraph he’s written inside, smiling as you do.

“This is so sweet Ken, I love you.” You say, a watery smile setting on your face.

“I’m surprised you didn’t just ditch the card and take the gift cards.”

“Please if you’re admitting how madly in love you are with me, I’m going to want to read that first but ooh gift cards?”

You go through the five gift cards, one for a local coffee shop that you go to on your way to work, one for target Nanami laughs when you see the amount, knowing there’s a chance you’d still call him because you went over budget, he knew you loved your shopping and the other three are for makeup and clothing stores.

“Now onto these,” He hands you the bags first. You feel your face heat up as he watches you take the paper out tossing them on the counter.

“Kento! Shut up!” You shout, pulling out a smaller red box, the gold lettering glitters under the lights and you open the box excitedly, squealing when you see the white gold band and matching bracelet. You close the box and hug it to your chest.

“I was saving to buy this,” you say breathlessly looking up at him with tears in your eyes.

“I know, I saw it on your board.” He says, you hold your hand over your heart when he mentions your vision board.

“Check the other box out,” He nudges you and your eyes go wide.

“There’s more?!” You exclaim he nods and smiles watching you pull out two smaller red boxes.

The first box is a matching ring to the bracelet, and the second box is earrings, they look similar to the bracelet and the earrings but the earrings have four four diamonds on the hoops.

You put the gifts on the counter and stand to wrap your arms around his lean frame, he accepts the hug, pulling you closer as you sniffle in his side.

“This is the best birthday ever and I don’t care that it’s raining, I love you so much.” You sob, voice muffled in his chest. You feel him shaking with laughter and look at him.

“You have more to open,” you nod and go to the second bag, doing the same thing with the paper, you laugh, it’s an iPad, he knows you’ve been hanging onto that cracked one at home for years but you were too attached to ever let it go. Alongside the iPad are accessories.

You move on to the boxes, smiling when you see that they’re heels, one pair is black with the gold YSL lettering going down the heel, the second is an open toe Jimmy Choo heel also in black and the last pair is from Jimmy Choo as well, this time in silver.

“Do you like them?” He asks, smiling as you inspect the heels one pair at a time, it doesn’t take you long to try them on, you determine the YSL are the prettiest of them all and begin modeling them for Kento.

“I love them so much. I love you so much, I can’t believe you got these for me,” you stop in front of him, the added height has you eye level with his lips, without warning you press against him, kissing him soft and slowly.

He reciprocates almost immediately, his hands going to your hips pulling you firm to his chest. Your body reacts immediately, you sigh into his kiss, melting in his arms as you let his expert lips take over.

“Mmh.” You break the kiss to catch your breath and look at him through hooded eyes.

“No princess, if we continue then how will we get you to dinner later?” He smirks at your pout and presses his lips to your so softly it has your knees buckling. He chuckles and let’s you go, you fall back lightly on the sofa, still wearing the heels, you trace your foot up Nanami’s bare leg seductively, he stops you before you can reach your foot to his bulge.

“C’mon Princess, don’t be like that, there’s still a secret room you’ve yet to discover,” he smiles as your eyes glint with excitement.

“Okayyyyy, but you have to carry me,” You say jokingling as you get up but without question, Nanami picks you up like you weigh nothing, tossing you over his shoulders and into the bedroom.

******

Unfortunately the rain remained a threat that ruined your birthday dinner plans. Nanami still made it up to you, allowing you to play dress up and take pictures with you to post when you got back from vacation. You decided to keep the last outfit on, a black velvet dress that stopped mid thigh. You still wore the heels he had gotten you, as well as the jewelry and watched as he cooked while music played softly on the speaker.

As if sensing your eyes on him, Nanami looks up from cutting vegetables and smiles.

“Something on your mind beautifu?” He asks, he slides the carrots into the pan and starts working on chopping up potatoes.

“No, I’m just in love right now, the rain might’ve ruined the day but you saved it, and I’m just so grateful for you, I haven’t enjoyed a birthday in so long,” you smile dreamily at him, you don’t miss his face turning a pink shade, as he talks.

“Oh love, I’m happy you’re enjoying yourself,” He wipes his hands on the towel then walks around to give you a kiss, reassuring and sweet, calming any negative thought you were reliving.

“If you keep rubbing me like that I might burn the food,” he says against your ear, you pretend not to hear him and continue running your hand along the length of his already hard dick. It always amazes you how easy it is for you to turn him on.

“Someone once said let it burn,” you tease, giggling when he nip at your ear.

“Soon my love, let me finish dinner, and after that I’m all yours,” he kisses you again this time more passionate and enough to have you squirm in your seat as you feel an ache settling in your cunt. You whine when he pulls away.

“So needy today.” He jokes, he goes back to cutting celery and you pout begging the heavens above to speed up time.

*****

Full on love and food you find yourself undressing into your swim suit, the rain had stopped, the sun was setting and you were going to spend a romantic evening in the hot tub with your lover it was almost too perfect of a way to end your day.

Nanami watches you from the sliding door, and you make it a point to tie the bathing suit bottoms slowly so that he could get a glimpse of your ass knowing it would be the first thing he’d rip off of you. You do the same with the bikini top, adjusting the triangles so they covered your nipples. When you were done putting on a show for him, you skipped happily out of the door and dipped a toe into the water. It was warm and inviting, Nanami helps you in, though the hot tub is spacious, he pulls you to his lap.

You’re on him immediately kissing a path from his collarbone to his neck, careful not to go crazy with marking him.

His hands grope the fleshy part of your ass and push you down on his erection, you moan against his neck, he was finally giving you want you wanted.

“Ken,” you breathe against his ear, a groan escapes his lips, and he lets his hands wander to grab one of your tits, he easily bypasses the swimming top and pulls at your nipple loving the way you gasp against him. You try to keep up with him, tugging the back of his hair just like he likes but fail miserably when he sucks your nupple into his moth, expert tongue rolling and licking the bud until you’re whining against him.

“Ken please,” you moan, he lets out a throaty chuckle and raises his head.

“What’s up princess?” He asks, sucking a love bite to your shoulder.

“Touch me please,” you beg, you meet his lips, kissing hungrily, devouring his taste, he matches your pace, a hand slots in the back of your hair tugging you back so that he controls the kiss, his tongue slips past your own, relishing in your taste.

Nanami breaks the kiss, he’s not against hot tub sex but he thinks of you far too precious to be taken in a place many others have done it. You protest when he makes you stand, he steps out first so you don’t miss the tent his dick makes in his swim trunks, he offers you a hand, practically yanking you out of the hot tub and back into the room.

You’re in sync, taking off his swim trunks just as he unties your top, before he can stop you, you sink to your knees and kiss across his abdomen, then the patch of smooth skin above his cock.

“Princess, you don’t have to,” Kento starts but you’re already kissing the tip of his dick, silencing the words in his throat. You smile at him mischievously, before incorporating your hands, you palm his balls, and spit on his cock, running a hand up and down his length slowly, he moans loudly, his hands lifting and going back to his side as if he wants to touch you but can’t.

You suck the tip in, and grab one of his hands to press to the back of your head, he lets out a shaky breath and pushes your head down his length, stopping when he hears you gag, you go further, wanting to please Kento.

“Just like that baby girl,” he huffs out, you bob your head up and down, making sure to deep throat him everytime you take him back in your mouth. He sighs and gathers your hair in one hand, and holds your jaw, he pumps his cock in your mouth slowly watching as your eyes pool with tears. He grunts when he feels himself in your throat, your throat constricts just a bit making his legs shake and he pulls away letting the head of his cock rest against your lips. You plant open mouth kisses on him until he’s pushing you back, and then pulling you up.

“Bed now,” he huffs, you chuckle but climb up lazily, laughing fully when Nanami pushes you flat on your stomach. His hands caress your thighs, then your ass, he stops to pull your bottom up, making your arch your back for him.

“So pretty,” he mumbles, you feel his breath fanning over your exposed backside, you hide your face in your hands when you feel him trace your sex with his finger, the wet bottoms sticking uncomfortably to you. You whine and kick your foot at his teasing, he simply slaps your ass leaving a sting to ripple through the cheek.

“Behave.” He says in warning, and unties your bikini bottom just as slowly as you tied them up and when he finally takes them off you thrust back inviting him to take you.

He kisses your cunt, so soft and warm, you feel a gush of wetness sticky between your thighs, that he licks up with no problem, he moans into your pussy, the vibrations go straight to your clit and you can’t stop yourself when you reach behind to push his face further into you cunt, it’s what he wants you to do, he loves letting you take your pleasure from him just as much as he loves giving you pleasure.

“Ken, please,” your whine is muffled by the pillow but he obliges you, licking into your velvet walls, suckling on your puffy clit and tracing a finger teasingly down your slit.

He slips his finger in, and you shudder, the ache in your cunt finally being relieved, he can’t help smirking as he watches you come undone just from one finger.

When he feels your pussy squeezing tightly, he groans, and needs to be inside you, you whine at the loss of his finger but quickly moan when you feel him pressing the head of his dick into your wetness.

“Fuck princess you’re always so tight for me,” He groans, your pussy is hypnotizing to him, pulling him in, squeezing perfectly around his dick he groans.

“It feels so good Ken, so good baby,” you moan, you push your hips back to meet his thrust, he grips both of your hips and moves you up and down his length until your muffled cries turn into long drawn out moans and sobs of curses mixed with his name.

He reaches around, his hand finds your puffy clit, aching and needy as he pounds into you.

“Ken baby that feels so good, I’m gonna cum,” you warn, your hips buck backwards you fit so perfectly under him, and the way you’re squeezing his cock has him teetering on the edge of cumming but he refuses, wanting to feel your pussy milk his cock first.

“That’s it baby, give it to me, you wanna be a good girl for me baby?” He taunts, his words going straight to your core. You whimper but nod, you feel that first wave of your orgasm pushing you over the brink, you close your eyes tightly, your hand grips Kento’s arm as you try to stop him from overstimulating you but he doesn’t stop, instead he plows into you faster, chasing his own relief, he grunts loudly, and you feel his cock jumping in you, warm liquid fills your cunt you can feel the mixture leaking out of you.

Nanami falls on your back, covering you fully. You stretch as much as you can and feel yourself relaxing as he kiddies the back of your neck and shoulders.

“Happy birthday princess.” He kisses your temple and smiles when you push him. You whimper when he pulls out, the loss of his cock in you leaves you throbbing, you smile guiltily at him as he pulls you in for a hug, you stop him with a hand on his shoulder and climb in his lap.

“Already baby?” He asks and you smile, nodding as you align his cock with your entrance, you sink down slowly smirking at the way he throws his head back.

“You’re insatiable.” He groans, squeezing your hips as you bring yourself up and back down creating a slow bouncing rhythm. He’s sensitive, you can tell from the way he bites his bottom lip, but he’s also close to another orgasm so he lets you ride him until you’re both cumming, he holds you down and thrusts his hips up, pushing his cum deep inside.

It’s almost 1am when you’re finally unable to move, Kento has to carry you to the tub, let’s the warm water unravel the knots of tension in your back, he does give you one more orgasm and it’s so sudden that you cling to him in the waters, seeing stars afterwards.

“No more please,” you mumble into his chests, he laughs as he drags the loofah across your back.

“Okay no more,” he agrees.

You let him continue washing you off, you’re pretty much dead to the world when he transfers you to the bed, but you do hear when he whispers how much he loves you before you doze off to sleep.

[gojo-inabox]

𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆 (𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘹 𝘨𝘯!𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳)

Nanami Kento is a man with strict morals and values, deeply believing in the separation of work and personal life. However, when he meets you, he’s only human.

word count: 2684

no warnings. this is a repost from my old account, however all rights are reserved to me, please don’t repost.

Nanami Kento is a man with strict morals and values.

Kento believes deeply in the separation of work and personal life. When on the clock, he does not allow his personal feelings to sway his work. Nanami values knowing how to separate sentimentalism from service.

Otherwise, how would he get his work done?

In his first week back into Jujutsu society, he was heavily conflicted. Was he doing the right thing? Would he feel fulfilled with his life if he came back? Or did it matter where he worked, would capitalism and an endless work force always consume him?

He didn’t know. But he did know he wasn’t content in his life working as a salaryman, he never truly felt appreciated. His work was time consuming, sitting in an office more than at home, and yet it felt like even after all his hard work, he had done nothing. No change in the workplace, no change to any person. He hadn’t made a significant impact on anything.

And it made him bitter. So bitter. So disappointed that he had spent a majority of his youth slaving away to become sorcerer, his childhood stripped of him. His sacrifices, they meant nothing in the normal world.

So he came back, and in his first week, he broke one of his values, after meeting you.

He found himself walking into his former highschool, Tokyo Jujutsu High, with one Kiyotaka Ijichi. The pair walked down a decently sized hallway, it seemed like they had several renovations since he had graduated. How things could change, he thought. Ijichi began to explain some Jujutsu policy in a monotone voice, “If you're working in the Tokyo region you might want to become acquainted with some of Tokyo High's teachers. We often send students to smaller missions-“

Nanami interrupted Ijichi, waving him off slightly as they turned a corner, “I know. You don’t have to explain, I was a student not too long ago. I know how it all works.”

Ijichi smiled in pity, “Yes. I know. I just have to mandatorily explain, rather cover my bases, you know how it is in this business.” Nanami nodded. The pair walked in a comfortable silence for a few moments, before Ijichi directed Nanami to a particular classroom and paused in front of the door, as if pondering something before speaking up, “If I may ask, Nanami-San, why did you come back?”

Nanami thought for a moment, before speaking simply, “I wasn’t satisfied.”

Ijichi nodded and accepted such an answer, not thinking to inquire further. Opening the door, Ijichi peaked his head in to check for a presence.

“(L/N)-San, I hope you’re not busy, may we come in?“

A moment passed, but Ijichi ushered Nanami inside. The room was a very quiet, neat classroom, with only you inside sitting at your desk. Nanami looked you up and down as you stood up from your desk, making way around it to Ijichi and himself.

Nanami's first impression of you was that you seemed very put together. Your attire was a simple business casual, well put together, but not over the top for a teacher. It seemed comfortable enough, but not as casual as to have Yaga ridicule you for lazy wear,

The way you carried yourself was what Nanami noticed the most, not really your put together presentation, but the way you immediately gave him a warm, welcoming smile as you saw him enter your classroom. The way you confidently stood to greet him eagerly, as if he had been an old friend

You seemed like the perfect teacher, and an even better person. You seemed as if you enjoyed your job, You seemed like you didn’t feel like a burden to be working, like you we’re making a change. You seemed satisfied.

He admired that.

Nanami shook himself from his thoughts as Ijichi’s phone rung abruptly, Ijichi letting out an audible groan as he made his way back towards the door, “(L/N), I’ll leave you and Nanami to formally greet, I have to take care of a certain someone.”

Laughing, you nodded and smiled, “Satoru? Have fun.” Turning towards Nanami, you smiled and initiated a handshake, which he accepted, “So you’re Nanami, right? It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“You’ve been spoken to about me?” Nanami inquired, a mildly bothered look on his face.

Chuckling you smiled again, “I’ll give you two guesses as to who.”

Nanami sighed and nodded, “Satoru. He’s a handful. I’m sorry you have to work with him.”

“Oh don’t be. Satoru is just like having another student to deal with. I love my job even with its hardships, if that’s what you’d call him.”

Nanami chuckled at your comment, “You’ve worked here for how long?”

“I’ve been teaching for 3 years now. I decided doing direct work in jujutsu society and personally fighting curses wasn’t what made me happy. Helping people does.”

“Couldn’t you argue fighting curses is helping people?” Nanami rebutted, not in a mean way, but as a means to initiate an intelligent conversation. Nanami himself is not always as aloof as he seems. Nanami is actually quite sociable and doesn't mind intelligent conversations, as long as the talk is reciprocated.

Thinking for a moment, you sat yourself down at one of the many desks, as did Nanami. It was late into the day, Nanami being an hour or so from being able to clock out, the rays of warm light from the beating sun were peeking through the windows.

The room felt warm, not in a bad way either. The rays of light were orange, illuminating streaks on the floor and just barely touching some desks and chairs. It was a good time of day, visually, Nanami thought.

A moment passed, but you decided maybe he was right, “I suppose it is. But I don’t find happiness in that, and I work for myself.”

Kento nodded. “So why a teacher? There’s a lot you could’ve done.”

Turning to look at him, you chuckled, “You like asking questions, huh?”

“I apologise, I was just curious.” Nanami was slightly internally panicking, in no way did he mean to poke into your personal life or make you uncomfortable, he just felt the need to start a genuine and intelligent conversation.

Laughing again, you smiled and waved him off, “No, no, you’re fine. I’m teasing.” Nanami felt a wave of relief, smiling ever so slightly at your laugh, it made him feel good. That confused him. “When I was a student, it was often my teachers that would help me the most. I want to be able to propel people forward like they did me.”

“I admire that.” Nanami simply started. It was true, he was genuinely surprised and quite impressed with your line of logic. He himself didn’t know exactly why he was back in the world of jujutsu.

You were well composed, you knew your goals, you knew what made you happy, and what made you fulfilled. Nanami admired your commitment towards yourself.

You paused for a moment, scanning Nanami’s face, “Nanami, why did you come back?”

Nanami thought for a moment, before speaking repeating what he had told Ijichi earlier, “I wasn’t satisfied.”

“Why not?”

Nanami freezes for a moment. Why not?

This wasn’t a conversation he was prepared to engage in. Nanami was fine with asking you questions, ones you could answer so easily - but now that he’s in the spotlight, he doesn't know what to say. Normally, he would sharply end the conversation, his work life and personal life were two different realms, and this conversation was deeply personal, with still a little less than an hour on the clock before he could clock out.

But something about when you asked, maybe it had been what you asked, made him want to answer, because truly he didn’t know the answer. He didn’t know why he was here. For the first time in recent years, Nanami felt himself sink.

Why not?

Nanami realised he really had no idea. All the questions he asked himself on countless late nights began to fill his mind.

Why wasn’t he satisfied? Why did he sacrifice everything for things never guaranteed to succeed, things that would leave him feeling empty at the end of every day? Why was every choice he made so uncertain for his own personal gain? Was he being selfish? Or was this the bare minimum he seemed to deprive himself of? Would becoming a jujutsu sorcerer again fulfil him in the ways he hoped for? Or would he truly be stuck in an endless cycle of unsatisfactory work that tore him apart, limb by limb?

Nanami internally took a moment. You're at work, he reminded himself, Now isn’t the time to concern yourself with such things.

But what to say to you, why wasn’t Nanami Kento satisfied? “I suppose I wasn't happy. At the end of the day, I didn't feel fulfilled. I want to be certain what I’m doing is right” He quietly spoke, breaking his gaze from the hardwood floor, to look in your eyes.

Kento didn’t know how he expected you to look at him, if in any way in particular, but the look you gave him made his heart ache. Your pretty smile had faded to a neutral state, your eyes were laced with understanding, staring deeply at Nanami, with all intention and attention devoted to him.

You cared, you wanted to have this conversation.

When Nanami Kento looked at you, he knew you understood. “You’ll find it. Your satisfaction, I mean. You know yourself better than anyone else. Don’t drag yourself down paths you know you’ll loathe. What makes you happy?”

“Making a change, even if it’s in a little way.” Nanami simply stated. His eyes did not break yours, he wanted to look at you.

“So do that.” You quipped, offering a small smirk.

“Is it ever that easy?”

“Is it any easier obsessing over it, rather than just doing it?” Standing up from your position at the desk, you made your way towards the large glass window. The window was facing the courtyard. Panda, Inumaki and Maki we’re accompanied by their teacher, Satoru Gojo. The group were bickering with each other, but they looked happy.

Nanami pushed himself up and made his way next to you, facing outside as you did. His large frame engulfed yours as he stood at your side, but by no means did it threaten you.

“I suppose,” He sighed, glancing at his watch, 20 more minutes until he could leave, though Kento would be lying to himself if he said he wanted to leave right now.

The conversation you were having with him was small, but it was long overdue. Kento believes in separation of work and personal life, but all he does is work, so when does he have moments where he can talk to someone like they’re an old friend? Never.

So it was refreshing to have a small conversation. He felt overdramatic, but he knew he had been torturing himself for awhile now. Even now, when you two stood side by side, observing the people outside, in complete silence, he felt good.

By no means did Nanami Kento trust you. He just met you. But he could acknowledge that there was now someone in the world who was as like minded as you, who made him happy to have a conversation, to interact - he didn’t feel that very often.

And now, he wanted to get to know you. He cursed himself mentally for breaking one of his personal rules, he had mixed his personal life with work, but maybe the pay off would be enough. Maybe he would finally feel satisfied.

Maybe the missing puzzle piece was making his own change in his own life, not just in others.

The silence was broken but a small chuckle you had let, obviously referencing your co-worker who was currently chasing around his students. They seemed happy, Nanami thought, Good. They deserve to have somewhat of a childhood.

“He hasn’t changed.” Nanami commented on Gojo.

Your face had softened thinking about it, “I imagine not. I don’t blame his childish nature, he was robbed of a childhood, like many sorcerers were.”

“I don’t think there is a sorcerer who wasn’t robbed of apart of their humanity.” Nanami declared.

All you did was nod at his comment. It didn’t take the most powerful sorcerer in the world to validate such a statement. It was why you suffered for years, why Kento was still suffering, and why Satoru was the way he way.

The pair of you fell into another moment of silence.

Nanami thought briefly, looking at his watch, I have to leave soon, he thought to himself. The sun was on the verge of officially tucking itself under the horizon, the light illuminating a deep orange across the field.

Satoru and his students had began to make their way towards the dorms, presumably to end their day, as you would have to soon as well.

Turning towards Nanami, you offered a small smile, “I assume you’ll have to be leaving momentarily?”

Nanami nodded, letting a small creep onto his face, as he watched you make your way towards your desk and grabs a few things and put them into a bag, “Yes. I appreciate you having such an intelligent conversation so short in our introduction.”

The pair of you made way towards and out the door, down the long hallway, side by side, “I like getting to know people, especially interesting ones. I can’t have these types of discussions with everyone.”

“You could try.” Nanami smirked, looking to his side towards you. Your small laugh made him feel good. He has to get you to laugh more often, he thought to himself.

When would he see you again? Nanami realized that he wasn’t a teacher, sure he’d work with Tokyo Jujutsu High enough to see you every once and awhile, but he’d like to talk to you more often, you were refreshing.

As you two had offically made your way outside, Nanami decided to be bold by inquiring, “I was hoping we could stay in touch?”

A grin had found your lips, “I was starting to think you’d never ask.” Your hands made their way to your bag, rummaging through until you pulled out your phone, quickly opening it and handing it to Kento, “Give me your contact, I’d like to have these conversations more often.”

Nanami hesitated for a moment. Not because he didn’t want to give you his number, but because of you. You were remarkably close to him, head tilted upwards looking at him, with a pure look in your eyes. Your face was engulfed by the warm, orange beams of light that were starting to disappear behind the large trees. Your smile never faltered, not even as he hesitated to take your phone.

You were something else.

Snapping back into it, he took your phone and carefully inputted his number and name, careful to get ever detail right. Calling to your previous statement with a small grin on his face, Nanami offered, “Preferably not at work, right?”

As if your grin couldn’t widen more, you smiled at his offer, taking your phone back, “Nanami Kento, are you asking me out already?”

Nanami couldn’t deny his desire to continue being in your presence. The way you had made him feel justified in his struggles, how he felt like he wasn’t the only person in the world to deal with uncertainty. Being an adult was hard, and being a jujutsu sorcerer was even harder.

On the outside, a person wouldn’t even know he had experienced such complex thoughts, such doubts. Nanami was always perceived as cold, and aloof. But here he was, eager to discuss his raw human complexities to a person who had only taken a moment to look beyond his hard shell.

As it stood now, Nanami Kento did not regret coming back to Jujutsu society.

“Maybe I am.”

“Then I’d be happy to accept.”

[nanagoswife]

Misguided Opinions

Pairing: flight captain!Nanami. x first officer!reader

Summary: You never thought Nanami cared about you and you'd never admit the crush you had on him. However, after an unfortunate event and a group of jealous flight attendants, the truth comes to light.

W/C: 5.3k

Warnings: minor injury, sexism, harassment, slight sexual harassment?, talking behind backs, bullying, some implied sexual themes (nothing happens), regret, doubt, Nanami helping your injury

- - -

At the moment, you weren’t sure how to feel. Your expected partner on this commercial flight from Seoul to Tokyo was changed last minute. With your expected flight captain, the two of you were at least friends. Now, though, the new flight captain is a man you don’t think likes you much. 

Nanami Kento was a well known flight captain in Japan. Not to mention, quite the heartthrob among flight attendants and a few pilots working for the same airline. You’ve seen him quite often at gatherings with other pilots. However, he never seemed interested in, well, anything. Least of all you. Still, it sadly didn’t work to dull the little crush you had on him. 

There were a few times where you would try talking to him to help alleviate the stresses of those nights. It was almost like every female in the room wouldn’t leave him alone and that was the one thing he seemed to want. So, ignoring how irritated you were when the others would practically throw themselves at him, you would try to shed a little light on the evening but he never really responded. He would just hum along to your comments, giving one worded answers to the small talk you were hoping to expand on. 

In the end, you just left and dealt with your own fawning over. Most male pilots were amazed that a female was able to fly commercial and tried to act like you were some prize. Much like the others did for Nanami. Often you would grow so tired of it that you’d take an early night so that you wouldn’t clobber someone upside the head. You would ignore the disappointed sounds and desperate pleas as you made your way out. Not even your friends among the group could make you stay. Not even when you saw Nanami watching you. 

So, as you find out about the change from your friend at the gate, you don’t know whether you should feel bitter about it. At the same time, though, Nanami’s a skilled pilot and that would take a good bit of pressure off your shoulders. Especially since quite a few flight captains would slack off during the flights leaving everything to you, the first officer. 

However, your mood doesn’t improve especially when you twist your ankle walking down the ramp to the plane. You’re surprised you didn’t fall from the immense pain that shot through your ankle. Unfortunately, you didn’t escape from one of the attendants from seeing it happen and you don’t miss the way she hides her giggle before turning to the other attendants to gossip. It was a struggle to get to the cockpit as you ignored the laughing group but, thankfully, you didn’t have to move from that seat unless absolutely needed until you land in Tokyo. 

-

“Juliett Alpha 7030 to tower,” you mutter over the headset.

“Juliett Alpha 7030, this is tower. Go ahead.”

You’re currently going over everything with the tower as Nanami checks the log book. Testing of the flaps has been finished and the passengers are currently boarding. Now is just the tedious part of going over any and all weather conditions and what radio frequency to change to for departure instructions. 

When it comes to interactions with you and Nanami, there hasn’t really been any. Well, it’s more like you’re not letting any happen. Especially when you caught sight of one of the attendants trying to flirt with him as he stepped onto the plane. You’re not sure what he said to her. All you were aware is that he must’ve shut her down as you put away your carry-on and saw her smile turn to a frown. 

“There’s a bit of ground traffic. We’ll be waiting about 10 minutes before we can begin our taxi to the runway,” you relay to Nanami. 

“I heard,” he says almost boredly. 

You have to suppress the eye roll that you want to do. Usually, captains you fly with don’t listen in to anything past weather conditions so you relay possible delays to them. So, his immediate reaction irritated you. 

The rest of the pre-flight goes silent other than necessary communications. Even during the taxi and take off. It isn’t until the autopilot got turned on that you broke any sort of silence between the two of you. 

“I’m going to use the lavatory,” you mumble, not caring if Nanami had anything to say. You do, however, forget about your injured ankle and have to grab the pilot seat as you grunt in pain. It’s a largely subdued reaction as you don’t want the man beside you to know. If it weren’t him, you would have yelled out in pain instead of grunting and biting your lip hard as you gripped the seat. 

Despite your efforts, Nanami notices. “Are you alright?”

“Fine,” you grit out, badly limping out of the cockpit without a glance. 

You don’t pay attention to anything until the door is shut behind you. This is the one chance you can get to look at your ankle and it’s bad. The joint is badly swollen and red. You silently thank yourself that you wore your laced shoes today so it’ll at least be better when having to take them off with less pain. Not only that but you’re glad this is a shorter flight. Sure it’s multiple hours that you’ll have to deal with Nanami and the flight attendants who you’re sure hate you, but you’ll be getting there around dinner. You’ll have a good portion of your day to decompress and forget about it all. 

That small relief was quickly swept aside as you stepped out to all of the attendants gathered together. They all looked at you, each had, for lack of a better term, an evil glint in they’re expressions as they smirked. You were hoping you’d be able to slip back into the cockpit without any remarks but that hope was short lived. They practically blocked your path as they teamed up on you. 

“How did you become a pilot when you’re so clumsy that you injure yourself walking on a flat surface?” the one that saw you sprain your ankle mocks. 

“Was it to win over Captain Nanami?” another asks, confusing you. 

“W-what do you mean?”

Another scoffs. “Wow. Playing the innocent game. Did you only get to your position by charming all of the men? Playing the damsel in distress that no man can look away from?”

Shock fills you with that. You don’t understand how they could possibly ever come to that conclusion or even when they came to that. However, as you look at it, you’re not surprised they think that. Most male pilots make it abundantly clear that they’re interested in you. Well, they’re not really interested in you per se. Plus, it’s not just the pilots, either. So you understand now where they’re all getting this from. Still, you weren’t expecting them to think Nanami was a part of that group. 

The worst part is that you actually did like him a bit. Not in a way where you’re only seeking to have a night of fun and then leave. No, you wanted to truly know him. Even if he doesn’t show any interest in you, there’s still a hope and a wish to get to know what he’s like; if there’s more to him than just the uninterested and professional man. It always sneaks in no matter how sour you feel towards him. 

Before you can answer; to explain that it’s not like that, though, Nanami peers out from the door of the cockpit. 

“What’s going on?” he asks with a confused quirk of his head. 

“Nothing,” you answer immediately, hobbling over and pushing past him. 

The door shuts immediately behind you. “It’s not nothing,” he states as if he knows you. 

It irritates you. He’s never seemed interested in anything to do with you. Why seem like he cares now? Especially in the middle of an insignificant quarrel you could’ve easily cleared up. It’s not like he even seemed to care about making sure you were doing your job the way it’s meant to be done. He doesn’t care about any of it. He doesn’t care about you. 

So, you snap. 

“Like you care. Just leave me alone.”

You hiss and grit your teeth as you move back into your co-pilot seat. The thin space doesn’t work to be able to be careful with your ankle. Are you technically even supposed to be flying? No. You will fight through the pain if it’s called for and it extremely helps that the tail flaps only need to move minutely to have an effect. Plus, you have another pilot with you that can handle controls while you go over emergency manuals if needed. 

“What makes you think I don’t care?”

You freeze. There’s no way he’s actually asking this when you’re in the middle of a flight. It’s not like you’ll be landing anytime soon but still. Both of you have responsibilities as pilots and such a loaded question could be dangerous. Well, more like a question that would lead to your annoyance and aggravation would be a danger to the passengers on this plane. 

Still, you at least give him something. Not enough to truly start anything though. 

“First of all, this is the first time I’ve ever heard you say anything more than a hum or saying yes or no,” you practically grit out. You’re trying to contain yourself so that you don’t snap. If there’s time for that, it’s on the ground and not flying a Boeing 737. 

-

When you look over a bit later as you feel his gaze, you catch the smallest glint of guilt in his eyes before he turns away. Nanami once again leaves this all in a tense silence that doesn’t help anything. Especially not since the words from the flight attendants begin to fill your mind. 

Was that what everyone thought? Did everyone think that you got to where you were? By fooling around? You know it’s not true and so do other pilots who are your friends. Yet, you can’t help but think that that’s why you’re here. Not because you initiated it but because that’s all anybody saw you as. A pretty face that the other cocky pilots want to chase after; someone that they hope to gain favours from if they boost your position. What if that was all it? A lot of people have ulterior motives and what if, despite how nice people seemed to be, that they were thinking of much more than you just flying planes. What if it’s because, in the long run, that’s all you were here for no matter how much you turned everyone down? Is that why they think that? Is that why they all think you’re trying to get Nanami despite the way you have zero interest in one another?

Before you can think and doubt yourself much more, you hear, “Juliett Alpha 7030. Do you read?”

You were about to respond until Nanami instead picked up the radio. “This is Juliett Alpha 7030 reading loud and clear.”

Instead of waiting for whatever it is they’re about to relay to Nanami, you listen in. To your misfortune, it isn’t news you want to hear. Especially since you’ve already had to spend almost two hours in tense silence with the man beside you. There’s an unexpected lightning storm happening in and around all of Tokyo and you won’t be able to land for the foreseeable future due to the severity. You groan at the news, bringing your hands to your face to rub it in irritation. All you wanted to do was get home and sleep for three days straight and not land in Sendai until tomorrow. 

As Nanami finishes discussing new coordinates and you input them despite your irritation, he goes to inform the passengers of the change as you stare out at the horizon. You can see how the clouds slowly turn grey the further they go. 

This is going to be hell. 

-

“Do you need help with that?”

You whip your head up from wrapping your ankle to see Nanami leaning against the lockers. Currently, you were in a lounge meant for pilots and attendants to keep their things in between layovers and delays. No one else was here and were most likely finding hotels to stay in for the night. The storm had expanded out so now you couldn’t even take off from where you landed. 

Even though you know you should find a hotel, you decided not to. Instead, you were wanting to find a train to Tokyo and get someone to cover for you when the storm clears. So, you had come in here to take a moment and finally wrap your ankle for extra support. You even grabbed a bag of ice to help with the swelling. Everything had been going relatively fine until he showed up. 

You narrow your eyes at Nanami before turning back to your work. “I’m fine.”

“No matter how many times you say it, I know that isn’t true,” he states matter of factly. It brings the earlier irritation back to the surface. 

“Could you leave me alone? I need to get this done so I can look for a train to Tokyo.”

“You’re not flying tomorrow?”

You huff in annoyance both at him and the severe difficulties you’re having with the tensor bandage. It was comical. You could do this on other peoples’ injuries with precision and effectiveness but, for the life of you, you couldn’t do it for yourself. So, you drop the wrap from your hands as you look at Nanami. 

“Why does it matter?” The irritation you feel is reflected in your words. 

“Is it because of what the flight attendants said to you?”

That shocks you. You hadn’t thought he’d heard any of that. What’s worse is that it means he heard the part about himself. Does he think that, because you’re wanting to leave, that what they asked was true when it wasn’t. Most of all, did he think you were trying to get to him through such pitiful means?

Still, you just look down, trying to resume your work as you mutter out, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. They were only teasing me about my ankle. Nothing serious.”

“Why do you keep lying to me?”

Once again, you move your gaze back to his, this time sitting back in your chair as you sigh. “Because you don’t care. You never have.”

Nanami pushes off of the lockers, making his way to the seat across from yours, pulling it closer to you. If it weren’t for the fact that his expression never really changes, you would say he looked almost disappointed. 

“First of all,” he starts before swiftly lifting your ankle into his lap and stopping your protests by continuing, “don’t tell me what I don’t care about.” He takes the tensor bandage, grabbing the bag of ice you had and putting it back over the inflamed area. “You still need to get more swelling down.”

You huff, leaning back and crossing your arms over your chest as you look at any place in the room but him. This man. You can’t believe this man. The one who’s pressing the ice into a tender spot, making you hiss. 

“Sorry,” he mumbles, readjusting. “Secondly, I didn’t talk to you much during those parties for three reasons.”

“And what would those be?” 

“I didn’t want anyone to get the wrong idea if we started to hit it off. However, maybe it would’ve prevented the comments from today if I had just talked to you. It seemed that letting you ask me things without my cooperation actually ended up doing the opposite of what I intended.”

You scoff. “That’s bullshit.”

Nanami almost glares at you as he carefully lifts your leg from his lap so that he could kneel in front of you. This was to have a better angle to wrap your ankle. 

“Secondly,” he continues, ignoring your comment, “those parties were practically mixers.”

“That doesn’t mean two people can’t just have a friendly conversation. What’s wrong with that?”

He shakes his head. “Nothing. That brings me to my third reason, though.”

You roll your eyes, not believing you’re actually letting him say this. This was ridiculous. Why can’t he just admit that he doesn’t really care and he shot you down because he wants nothing to do with you? He doesn’t need to be wrapping your ankle for you. He doesn’t need to be making you forget about the train you’ve been meaning to look up schedules for. 

When he doesn’t say anything and you notice he’s stopped his work, you realize Nanami is waiting for you to look at him. His chestnut eyes are already looking up at you, a few stray strands of blonde hair falling over his forehead. Most of all, you find your breath hitching when you see him smirking. It confuses you. That is, until he speaks. 

“I didn’t want the place that I asked you out to be at a mixer. I wanted to do it somewhere far from an event like that.”

This man, yet again, has managed to shock you into silence. Your jaw was hanging low as your eyes widened, unbelieving of what he just said. Most of all, he’s smiling. He’s smiling to himself as he finishes wrapping your ankle and lightly presses the bag of ice to the most inflamed part of your ankle. 

There’s no way he’s joking with you, is there? Because, if he is, this is a cruel joke. Sure, when you first met him there was an appeal there. There still is and you can’t help but think how much better he looks in his deep blue dress shirt that you knew he wore often outside of the airport. He’s always worn it when at those parties or the small moments when needing to do simulator practice. It suits him and makes him look more handsome than he already is in his captain’s uniform. 

You can’t believe this. Nanami doesn’t mean it. He’s not, just by a few simple words, making you think of him. You’ve spent so much time thinking he doesn’t care and he’s making you forget about all of it. Damn that small part of you that likes him. 

Most of all, he’s making you seriously consider going out with him. However, your mind grasps on to one small detail that pushes that all away. 

So you ask, “Why did they think I was trying to catch your attention? I know I try to talk to you during those nights but did they not see your lack of responsiveness?”

His eyes move to yours. “That’s because it’s the most I talk during those nights.” He looks back to your ankle. “When those girls throw themselves at me, I barely spare them a glance. I turn them down immediately but when it comes to you, I let you ask questions. Not just that but I actually gave you some answers.” A pause before looking back up at you. “I wanted to expand the conversations with you. However, I thought that people would think that, if we had left with each other, they would get the wrong idea. What I want is to be with you without saying that a mixer was our way of starting a relationship.”

You don’t know what to say. All you can do is stare back into his eyes as you realize his true intentions. There’s no ulterior motive that you can see. Most of all, you can’t help the way the corners of your lips threaten to curve up with what he said. Nanami Kento wanted to be with you. He’s thought about being in a relationship with you. He was trying to keep the gossip at bay even though it only worked to do the opposite. With all that being said, why was he still being stiff with you earlier?

“Why did you seem like you didn’t care even today? I was doing my job and you practically shut me down immediately. I thought… I thought maybe you would have rather been anywhere but on a flight with me,” you say quietly. It almost sounds wounded the way you say it. 

Nanami’s eyes soften, the hand not holding the bag of ice rising to rest on your knee. His thumb gently rubs circles that sends a wave of comfort through you. 

“It’s because you shouldn’t have to relay that information. Both pilots are supposed to be listening along. Also, the attendants put me in a bit of a bad mood so I sounded harsher than I meant to be. I’m sorry.”

As much as you don’t want to admit it, it makes sense. The attendants you flew with today are the type to shamelessly flirt and are extremely cliquey. You wouldn’t be surprised if they started his day off with something to annoy him. 

Despite it all, you’re still not giving in. 

“I still don’t feel like you scarcely talking to me would be enough for the others to suspect anything,” you mutter, raising your hands to rub at your face. Unknowing to him, you’re welcoming the comfort Nanami is offering you with the hand on your knee as he occasionally shifts the bag of ice. 

Nanami waits until you look at him, brow a little furrowed in frustration. You were about to ask until he answers, “It’s probably because I tried defending you. When… the others would talk about you.”

Confused, you quirk your head to the side in question. What could they possibly say about you? Unless…

The realization floods your mind and you couldn’t feel more stupid. “You’re talking about the other guys, aren’t you?” you ask almost defeatedly. 

He looks at you a moment longer, taking the ice bag away from your ankle. The chestnut irises are glinting with a sort of sadness but fondness. “If you only heard how they spoke about you as if you’re an object and not a person. I could never let them get away with talking about you like that when you were the only one I ever wanted.”

Once again, he leaves you too stunned to speak. The reason everyone thought what they did was because he was vocal about you. This entire time, Nanami was protecting you and defending your image when others saw you as nothing more than a skirt to chase. It warms your heart suddenly at the notion. Everything he’s been doing was because he wanted to have some sense of normalcy with you. He wanted to tell you how he feels without it being at a party meant to hookup with others, he wanted to make sure your image was of an incredible pilot and not just an object of affection. Most of all, he wanted you. He wanted to be with you and make sure others knew it wasn’t because you seduced him. 

“I…” you start, trailing off as you try to find the right words. 

You want to tell him how you’ve been doing the same in a way. The amount of times the female attendants would fawn over him, discussing downright lewd topics about him, you could never stand it. Especially when they saw him as a prize rather than a man worthy having a conversation with. 

So, you look down into your lap, fingers fiddling with each other. You take in a deep breath before mumbling, “You’re not the only one.” Glancing back up to him, you see his own surprise as you continue, “The things they would say about you always put me off. They would place bets on who would win you over first even when you’re within earshot. The way they shamelessly would try to throw themselves at you made me sick and I… It made me jealous that they were that confident. Silently, I wanted to be the one to win that bet but I didn’t just want the bare minimum.”

You look back down. Admitting this to him makes you feel childish. Whenever you heard the other girls talk about him, you wanted to prove them wrong as you stood up for Nanami. What you wanted to do wasn’t just to get him to notice you for a night but for a very long time. You wanted to get to know him. You wanted him to know you. Silently, you tried to convey that to him during those nights. Even now you were trying to convey that even though you weren’t able to actually say it. 

Contrary to what you thought, he must be picking up on it with the way he brings his hands to rest on the outsides of your knees. Nanami’s thumbs idly draw circles over your kneecaps, sending comfort through the small actions. When you lift your eyes back to his, you can confirm he’s picking up the unspoken words. 

“Well then,” he starts quietly as you bring a hand to push back a strand of his blonde hair from his forehead, him leaning into the touch, “may I be able to clear the last of this up and ask you to dinner tonight? That is unless you’re still leaving tonight.”

A smile unconsciously spread across your lips, your hand lingering in its place against his temple. Then, you trail your fingers down to his jaw as you answer, “I don’t think there were any trains tonight anyways.”

Nanami’s lips quirk up in a smirk, his eyes bright as he looks at you. “First, we should find a proper brace for your ankle. I believe one of the shops in the airport should have some.”

“Alright,” you mutter softly, happy for what the night has to promise. 

- (Bonus) -

Earlier you may have felt childish for admitting your jealousy but that’s nothing compared to now. As soon as you saw a group of flight attendants that had the ones from your flight today mixed in, you ducked and hid. It left a very confused Nanami who had been helping you look at the braces. 

“Is everything alright?” he asks, looking around for what could’ve caused it. Especially since you’re partially using his body to hide yourself. 

Before you answer him, his gaze meets what must have caused this. He sees the group and immediately he knows what you must be thinking. Probably something along the lines of, if they see the two of you, they’ll think that you were the one to initiate this. Not the other way around like it really was. 

So, he turns to you, pulling you from your partial cover. “Don’t worry about what they think,” he mutters, pulling you against him. 

The feeling comforts you. It does but the nagging worry that this would only make their harsh comments worse is still there. It makes you ramble about how it could all go wrong as he brings you over to the cashier, paying for the brace without you noticing. Then, he’s pulling you to the side of the store, close to where the group is. 

“Nanami, what are you doing? This could go wrong in so many ways! Did you not hear everything I just said?” 

Instead of replying, he smirks at you as he brings a hand to cup your cheek. From his peripheral, he could see the group of attendants staring at the two of you. Good. He needs them to see that it wasn’t you chasing after him, or making him chase after you. It was him chasing after you even before the two of you had ever properly met. It was the only way to clear everything up; the only way to not only show them but show you how much he wants this. He’s fallen for you and hard. So, he has a plan. 

“Do you trust me?” he whispers. 

For a moment, it catches you off guard. Still, you can’t deny that you don’t. With that, you nod slowly, being comforted with how his thumb brushes over your cheek and leaning into his touch. 

Nanami’s smirk grows, his eyes searching yours before flicking down to your lips and back again. It was a silent indicator of what he was about to do and he was giving the option for you to stop it. However, you didn’t want to stop it. Instead, you found your heart rate speeding up, finding you wanting this more than you thought you would. 

“I’m so glad to finally have time to ourselves,” he says, loud enough that you know the group would hear him. 

“Me too,” you reply, smiling softly at him. “I’m so glad the flight ended early.”

He chuckles a little as he rests his forehead against yours. Nanami’s smile is even softer than before as he looks into your eyes. Then, without even realizing it, you both meet each other in the middle, lips pressing and slotting with each other. 

It’s almost as if the two of you have done this a million times before this. You find yourself immediately melting into him as both of his hands make their way to your back. Your own hands find themselves splaying through the hair at the nape of his neck. 

Nothing can compare to just how right this feels. So much so that you’re disappointed when he pulls away with a bit of a teasing smirk. It only seems to widen when he sees your small pout. 

“Don’t worry. We still have dinner to go to. And you’re going to let me treat you.”

You giggle a little. “Alright. Then,” you start and pause. 

You’re not sure if you should suggest what you’re about to. It seems far too soon but, at the same time, it doesn’t. Plus, who says you couldn’t get a room with two beds? Or, you guess what should be obvious, is actually get two separate rooms afterwards. Man, you really are childish if you can’t think of the obvious solution. 

So, you stay silent. You’re sure he wouldn’t say yes anyways. No matter how much you want his comforting touch. 

“Then… what?” Nanami questions, dipping his head to catch your gaze again. 

“Never mind. It’s nothing.”

However, just like before, Nanami seems to pick up your hints as you rest your cheek against his chest. The way you relax into him like this as he holds you tight gives it all away. It makes him chuckle thinking how shy you are to ask something like this. Yet, he assumes it’s probably because you feel childish because of it. 

He presses his lips against your hair and mumbles, “If you want to, then my answer is yes. It’s not childish to want comfort.”

If it weren’t for the fact that the group of attendants were still watching, most of them now looking guilty or shocked while a couple scowled in defeat, then you would have snapped your gaze up to his. Instead, you bury your face further into his chest. 

“How did you know?”

“Because I’ve spent many nights studying your reactions,” spills from his lips. “Like I said, you caught my eye long ago. I just wished I could’ve caught you outside of those parties sooner.”

Without warning, you suddenly press your lips to his. “I’m glad you did,” you mutter against his lips. 

Nanami smiles again. “Well, let’s get this brace on your ankle and then we can see where the night takes us. If you decide you don’t want to spend the night together, then that’s alright.”

You nod, smiling as he offers his arm for support. That’s the moment that you know, despite how little you know him now, it’s going to be far from the last moment you spend like this together.

- - -

@fiona782 @thereluctantherosrose @where-fantasy-meets-reality

[dauntlessallure]

𖤐 ⸝⸝ ˚ ┊ BANDS A MAKE HER DANCE ⋆

〝 ⠀ ݁⠀𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 , 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 , 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 , & 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 ❜ ⠀݁

【 SYNOPSIS 】— giving the jjk!men a show.

【 CONTENTS 】— stripper!reader , implied smut , fem-bodied reader , dryhumping , degradation, groping , grinding , dirty talk , consensual non consent ( for context reasons lol ) , semi established relationship + sugar daddy ( w/ nanami ) , reader is a bit of a s l u t aren’t we all though ? , kissing , daddy kink ( in toji & nanami’s ) , spanking , MDNI + any other missing tags .ᐟ

【 PAIRING 】— jjk!men x stripper!reader

【 WORD COUNT 】— 1k

⠀ ̽ ⠀ ᝰ✍︎ ﹐⠀/⠀ ❝ ⠀ 𝔄𝗗𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 𝔑𝗢𝗧𝗘 . . .

im STILL working on boxer!toji but for now , imma let y’all EAT. :) i had this plot bunny in my brain for a while so i went ahead and finished it up. reblogs are appreciated <3. comment to join the tag list. this work is not yet proof read.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔

gojo is well . . gojo , if the man has an excuse to go to the local stripclub ? best believe that man is going to be there in a heartbeat. he just wants to see if you’re working tonight, satoru was your favorite client after all. he was never stingy with his money but better yet , there was something about him that just made you want to bend the rules of your own contract just a little. maybe it was all the pretty little names he’d call you everytime you’d give him a dance, or maybe it’s the way your slowly grinding your hips down onto his growing erection. fuck — you were driving him crazy. “ shiiiiiit princess , you’re making me hard and you’ve just bearly started. “ gojo wanted to just grab you & pin you to the wall of the private room you two were in. “ mmhm , i can feel it. but remember ~ “ you’d begin to move your hips in slow - rhythmic circles against his lap, the feeling of the restricted fabric pressing itself up into your barely clothed cunt was really testing your own patience. “ no touching satoru, you’ll have to pay extra for that. “ satoru whined softly, lightly pressing his hips up against your ass as he reached for his wallet. “ fuck all that , you can drain my bank account fucking dry for all i care. “ the white haired man basically threw all the cash in his wallet which was a lot to the small table to his left before digging his fingertips into the flesh of your hips , pulling you back onto his lap in one swift motion making your head spin. “ think you can handle all of me baby ? hm ? tell me. “ satoru purred against the skin of your neck. you were definitely in for it tonight.

— ❥ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔

today was suguru’s birthday, and what better way to celebrate than being pulled to a strip club by his closest friends. geto had never been , though he’s heard all about it from gojo’s loud mouth. all of the other dancers were beautiful , geto wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep his composer until his eyes landed on you. you were relatively new to being an exotic dancer but you’d have no problem grabbing almost anyone’s attention when they stumbled into your sight. “ don’t be a wuss man , go ask her for a dance. “ gojo pushed on suguru’s shoulder which made geto shoot satoru a glare. but before geto could do anything , you’d be the one who makes a move first. grabbing onto his hand, geto’s gaze shoots down at you almost in shock. “ sorry to interrupt you , but a special someone has told me it’s your birthday. looks like you’ll be getting a private dance from me tonight. “ suguru’s expression was priceless. he looked back at gojo , gojo shrugged. “ wasn’t me man. “ that’s when shoko popped her head out from behind satoru. “ oh ! yeah , have fun geto. “ shoko did this ??!! suguru expected this type of thing from satoru but from shoko ?! , geto blinked at shoko before being pulled away by you. five minutes into the private session and suguru was hard as a rock which you couldn’t help but to chuckle at. he was attractive , long hair that you just wanted to sink your fingers into. “ someone’s getting excited. “ you chuckle out as you placed both hands onto his thighs, your tits on full display for geto to stare at. geto felt like he was gonna lose it, he couldn’t possibly take it. “ f— . . fuck me. “ was the only thing suguru could mutter out as he continued to watch you dance.

— ❥ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎

unlike both suguru and the headache that is gojo , nanami doesn’t need stripclubs. even though yours and nanami’s sensual relationship did spark from a local gentlemen’s club , you’ve left that lifestyle behind long ago. you’ve established a very strong connection with nanami since then, even making more money now working for nanami privately. he’s vowed to keep you happy by spoiling you beyond oblivion. you were so grateful for kento , grateful enough to be standing in front of him wearing the brand new lingerie set he had custom made just for you. nanami kept a hard gaze on your figure as he raised his finger up and twirling it in a circular motion, signaling for you to spin for him. you slowly spun around allowing kento to get a good look, the color of the lingerie made your complexion pop while the lacy material hugged the curves of both your ass and your tits to perfection. nanami’s never seen a sight so beautiful. “ do you like it ? “ he questioned , patting his thigh. you’d nod quickly, getting a good look at yourself in the full body mirror to your left. “ i love it , thank you daddy. “ kento smiled. “ c’mere , i wanna see my perfect baby up close. “ you waltzed your way over to nanami , turning around to place yourself onto nanami’s lap , grinding yourself on his thighs. he immediately groaned followed by a small chuckle, placing a few chaste kisses along your shoulder while his large hands began to rub over the skin of your tummy “ hm , daddy thinks you look gorgeous but i’d rather see you uncovered for now. is that okay ? “ you nodded. RIIIIIIP. he’s done tore the fabric off of your body. “ nanami ! “ , “ don’t worry , i’ll get you more. “

— ❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

let’s be honest , this man spends every pretty penny he’s got at the stripclub. it’s the toji thing to do. especially spending everything he’s got just to get a private dance from you. toji quickly became one of your regular clients as he pretty much came in weekly to see you. over the course of a couple of months, you & toji began to take your private sessions up to the next level. you two just couldn’t get enough of each other, you dancing around and shaking your ass for him just wasn’t enough. toji now has you on his lap , his tongue lodging itself into your warm mouth. you were squirming under his touch , your now soaked underwear was making a wet spot on his pants while you ground on him. toji pulled back from the kiss only to laugh at how wet you’ve gotten, only making him harder. “ look at cha , makin’ a mess on me & i haven’t even got ya naked yet. “ his voice alone could make you gush all over him even more, toji let his hand smack across the plush of your ass. “ let me guess , you want more huh ? i should’ve known you were a dirty fuckin’ slut. “ you gasped as toji wrapped his arms around the small of your waist and pressed your weight down onto his throbbing length through his pants, “ t-toji ! “ a small whimper leaving your lips as more of your arousal seeped through the rough fabric. “ aht , aht , that’s not my name. . tell me whatcha want baby. “ how humiliating, but you loved everything about it. “ d—daddy .ᐟ i wanna feel you inside. “ toji chuckled before releasing his grip from around your waist, tapping your thigh as a sign for you to stand up. “ atta girl , now the panties . . lose em. “

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[beneathashadytree]

APOLOGIZING - NANAMI KENTO X READER TEXTS

Warnings : mentions of fighting, reader was mean to Nanami and he took it :((, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : hurt/comfort

Additional notes : The Nanami brainrot I’m currently going through is eating me alive😭😭

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[satormi]

— HEAD SO GOOD HE A HONOR ROLL ! +18

feat. nanami kento

warnings. explicit content. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

nanami is obsessed with eating pussy and nobody can change my mind. that man eats pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. if he could, he’d stay between your legs for the rest of his life if you let him. quite literally STARVED. a true honorary honor roll member.

the second you wake up? his head is in between your thighs. you’re working from home? he’ll make you to sit on his face while you do it. you’re making dinner? best believe that man is on his knees tongue deep inside your pussy desperate to have your cream all over his face. and since you’re his pretty baby, there’s no way he’d be able to stay silent when doing so. it only makes sense that he says things like:

“my pretty baby looked so good, had to get a taste of you”

“fuck baby, this pussy is so wet. you like when i suck that clit?”

“you want me to add another finger? you’re such a dirty girl”

“c’mon sweetheart, come on my fucking tongue. give me all of it”

and one thing he does not condone is hovering. when he tells you to sit on his face, he means sit on his fucking face. none of that hovering bullshit. when you complain that you’re too heavy, he grabs your hips, pulling you down onto his face, and he’ll begin grinding your hips on his tongue, exploring your dripping heat. and don’t even try to lift your hips up— it won’t work and he’ll keep you sat on his face until you’ve came about 5 times.

he loves suckling on your clit while his fingers massage your walls. it gets him so fucking hard hearing your lewd moans and feeling the way you’d pull his hair. no matter how many times you claim it gets “too much,” nanami knows what you can handle. and unless you’re crying and shaking for him to stop, he’ll continue.

you’re spread in missionary as he suckles and nibbles on your clit, his fingers fucking into you at a desperate pace, missing the taste of your cream even though he’s already had you twice today. when he hears your whines become louder and the way you start pushing him away aggressively (he fights it and continues to eat your pussy), he knows you're close. his mouth opens wide as you writhe and squirt on his tongue, watching him as he moans and grunts. his hips rock into the mattress beneath him as he fills his boxers with hot n sticky ropes of come.

“that was hot, baby” he breathes, “made me come in my pants like a teenager sweet girl, that’s what your pussy does to me.”

[sickslimez]

PU$$Y FAIRY! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...the last thing you expected to happen after having sex with your co worker, nanami, was for him to become obsessed with your pussy

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, p in v, oral (f!receiving), semi public sex (?), nanami is a fiend for you, jerking off, dirty thoughts, missionary, breeding, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Nanami is usually a very tame and calm man, he knows how to keep his composure and doesn’t lose himself under pressure. That’s how others would describe him and that’s how he would describe himself, but just one feel and taste of your cunt changed everything in an instant. Each time he closes his eyes to sleep all he could envision is your cunt wrapped around him, squeezing him, milking him. Each time you pass by him in the office, he can’t help but remember the taste of you on his tongue, slurping up your juices and drinking them, eating you up like a starved man.

Ever since that night, he can’t stop thinking about you, his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was you fucking him, watching the way you cream around his cock. He cums so much each time, the sticky substance making a mess on his chest and hands, wishing he was filling up your hole, breeding your cunt and making you his. He’s never been so hot and bothered before, something about you just drives him crazy. He can’t stand another second of you ignoring him, acting like he didn’t have you screaming his name and clawing at his back while you came over and over again.

“Please, just let me taste her,” he begs. He’s on his knees in front of you, your legs spread as you sit on his desk, your tights ripped open and panties pushed to the side. Just your scent has him spiraling, salivating. Your fingers run through his blonde locks, gently pulling at them as guide his face closer and closer towards what he wants most. “Yes, please,” he mutters. His tongue darts out once he gets close enough, dipping between your wet folds, and now he’s completely lost in his head.

He shoves his face between your thighs, catching you off guard as his tongue dips into your sopping hole. His dick strains against the fabric of his slacks, tip leaking pre cum as he tastes you on his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling against your sensitive clit. He’s so eager, so greedy, pulling you back on his face each time you pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck,” he moans, taking second to breathe. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he pants.

He looks at you from his position, in love with the way your mouth hangs open and your moans spill from within. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, you rough up his hair. He’s been waiting weeks to have you at his mercy again. In minutes he has you cumming on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as a string of curses fall from your lips. He pulls away and lands a feverish kiss upon your lips, cutting your moans short while your hands find their way to his belt, undoing it along with his pants.

Next thing you know, your legs are wrapped around his waist, skirt bunched up as he pounds into you. “You feel so fucking good, oh god,” he grunts, looking down at where the two of you meet, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. Your pussy was so warm and wet, so addictive. It was hard to keep himself from folding you in half and fucking you until you couldn’t walk.

Your pussy clenches around him, sucking him back in each time he threatened to pull out. He reaches a hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your eyes roll back, mind foggy with pleasure. “Yes! Yes! I’m so close!” You cry out, sucking in a breath as your brows furrow. He keeps the same pace, knocking into your g-spot over and over until your legs start to shake. “Oh my god!” Your eyes clench shut. You come undone around him, Nanami holding you close to him as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Doing such a good fucking job for me,” he whispers in your ear. He feels your walls spasm around his dick, only adding onto his pleasure. He starts thinking back to all those nights he fantasized about cumming inside of you, all those lewd thought of filling you up and breeding you. He feels so dirty thinking about, but at the same time he doesn’t care. He wants nothing more than to see his cum oozing out of you. “Gonna let me cum in this pussy, huh?” His thrusts grow sloppier, teetering on the edge. He couldn’t wait any longer, letting his thoughts get the best of him as he pushes his hips against yours, hot spurts of sticky cum coating your walls.

You gasp at the sensation, caught by surprise but still so turned on. “Oh shit, baby,” he shudders. “Ah—fuck.” He thrusts into you once more before slowly pulling out. You spread your legs for him, feeling his cum leak out of your hole. “This pussy is always so good to me.” He pushes the cum back in with his thumb, making sure not to waste a drop. He grabs your chin, messily kissing you, tongue sliding against yours. Nanami hopes you know this won’t be the last time he’s cumming in you again.

[animehideout]

JJK Men Green And Red Flags Part 4

part 1 / part 2 / part 3

Geto Suguru

Green Flags:

Has a calming voice, even his presence alone brings you peace.

Bestfriend like in a relationship.

He's motivated and got big dreams ( killing monkeys).

Open to try new things sexual and nonsexual.

Treats you like a princess.

Makes you feel safe all the time.

Gives the best hugs ( I mean have you seen his arms?)

Comforts your anxieties/ nightmares.

Has a childish side ( child at heart ) even though he's calm most of the time.

Good at planning dates ( most of them trying new food).

Smells good.

Wants to get a matching tattoo with you.

Knows exactly what to do during intimate / sexual moments.

Red Flags:

Would put his work / goals before you.

Distance himself out of nowhere.

Hides his feelings ( if he's sad / depressed) wouldn't talk about it.

Has no respect for people who can't defend themselves ( he believes he's superior than them).

Very selective it could get toxic.

Gives excuses for his bad deeds.

Could be controlling.

Needs to know your whereabouts 24/7.

Convinced that he always makes the right choices / decisions.

Doesn't realize his mistakes.

Craves power over love.

Can be manipulative to get what he wants.

Nanami Kento

Green Flags:

MATURE AF.

Husband material.

Shares household chores.

Enjoys simple dates as long as you're together ( takes you to the beach ).

Gives you time to heal and helps you in the process of healing.

Supportive.

Wouldn't judge your past.

Spoils you.

Reads you his favorite books.

Respects your privacy and choices.

Admits his mistakes and tries to fix them.

You can rely on him in literally everything.

Dates to marry.

Very committed in relationships.

Asks for consent.

Trust you fully.

Loyal.

Red Flags:

Doesn't get your jokes and gets offended.

Very serious ( daddy chill ).

Gets angry if you prank him or do something stupid / weird.

Overworks himself ( he hates it tho ).

Could be unenthusiastic.

Overly strict in relationships.

Gets angry if you don't do your duties towards him.

Gets overly worried about you (wouldn't let you go out at night alone).

[ofstardustanddreaming]

never too much

oneshot summary: (the request) Throughout their first few weeks of being in a romantic relationship together, Nanami finds out that reader is still pretty shy and insecure of herself. She wants to hold his hand, hug him, kiss his cheeks, talk to him and rant about anything— his heart melts. Yet reader gets insecure, being told in the past that she was clingy and talkative, not wanting to make Nanami uncomfortable, she keeps it to herself instead of showing affection. Nanami makes the first moves of the mentioned gestures of affection, so she can feel comfortable around him, hopefully.

content warnings: heavy talk on insecurities, mention of shitty exes, and nanami being super comforting

fandom: jujutsu kaisen

character: kento nanami x reader

gender neutral reader

anon request

a.n. - oh anon, this tugged at my heartstrings. i always love fics like this, and i feel like nanami would be so sweet lol. i enjoyed writing it, i hope y'all enjoy reading it!

Two months is how long you have been dating Kento Nanami and every day has felt like a dream. He's the perfect boyfriend that you always dreamed of, feeling like you were in a fairytale. And today was no different really. Today marked the first weekend you'd be spending at his place, the first time either of you step in the direction of spending the night. He was the one to ask if you'd like too, and you of course have to jump on the chance.

You decide to plant yourself outside of his work with his favorite snack (and one you grabbed for yourself, obviously) from the bakery, knowing he was working some overtime and probably needed a little pick me up. You also figure seeing him after work could be a good surprise, you only hope he might want to see you after work. You had gotten out of work early, so it made sense to you, while you made the plan on the train, to be able to make a quick pitstop.

You look around anxiously for Nanami, hoping you hadn't missed him, or he had gotten out early as well. But you had nothing to fear as you see him walk out, his face brightening when he saw you, a soft smile gracing his features.

"Hey sweetheart, what a nice surprise seeing you here." He says to you, and his first plan of attack when seeing you was to shoulder the overnight bag you had brought with you to Jujutsu High, that contained what you needed for the weekend visit. It made your heart flutter when he so mindlessly did the most gentlemen of things. The next thing he did was with the opposite hand than that of the arm shouldering the bag, was to offer it to you as you both walk to his place. He doesn't live too far from Jujutsu High and it was a nice day outside. A perfect day for a walk, as he told you, making sure you knew that he doesn't live to far.

"Of course Ken, I hope you don't mind me stopping at your work so soon in our relationship. You also didn't have to grab my bag, but thank you for doing it. Oh! And before I forget, I got another surprise. I picked up some treats for us this weekend, some of our favorites." You tell him, cringing a little. You weren't sure if you had been talking too much, or jumping around in your statements. Previous relationships had always made some comment regarding your talking levels, always being roped in with being clingy. You glance over at Nanami, who is smiling down at you, eyes darting between your face and the route in front of you, making you relax a tiny bit.

"These treats sound lovely for this weekend. I also don't mind you stopping by at work, you always brighten my day. And in no way is it a problem for me to hold the bag for you." He says, noting your jumpiness around him still. He genuine about enjoying seeing you after work, even if the relationship was still relatively new. He could feel his heart blossom anytime he saw you, something he hasn't really felt with anyone else. He was hoping that he wasn't pushy at all with you though, concerned he would seem to forward and make you uncomfortable with any words or advances he has made.

He did notice that you weren't one to initiate any sort of first contact, not that he expected that at the initial part of the relationship, but he was a bit nervous if him grabbing your hand earlier seemed too forward. But he holds the observation inside, wanting to enjoy the weekend and not focus on something that could be nothing. Surely you'd say something if you were uncomfortable he truly hoped. (Although if he felt you were uncomfortable he'd sit you both down to talk about it.) But he figures you just didn't enjoy initiating contact first in such a new relationship, and besides, he loves initiating contact anyway.

"Any plans for the weekend?" You ask, changing the subject as the both of you come up to his house. He messes around with the lock, trying to find the right key, as he talks a lot about relaxing for the evening at least, leaving the rest of the weekend up to fate.

You're curious about his house, really soaking up the outside while he swings open the door. Two stories, plain looking outside. Knowing Nanami, he was a very minimalist person, and you were right in that guess. Inside the house, it was very minimalistic. As you walk through the entrance way and into the main area, you pause in the living area to really take it in while he takes your bag to the guest room.

He has a couple of hanging plants next to the long sliding doors. The light filtering through the blinds, his TV stand pushed up against the wall so it wasn't blinded by the sunlight. The couch placed in the nice sunlight of the window and a blanket hanging off it, and you could only imagine how warm it felt there. You're brought out of your thoughts when Nanami walks back into the kitchen, the sound of his footsteps causing you to sharply turn to him.

He's out of his work clothes and into more lounge wear, and it sparks you into moving into the guest room to do the same for yourself, shedding yourself from the workday. You come back out to see him making dinner, your eyebrows raising in shock.

"We could have ordered take out, you didn't have to go to the trouble of making anything." You say, grabbing his attention.

"I do enjoy cooking, you know. This is no trouble at all, really." He says, continuing his thought. "It's simple and easy, to kick off the evening."

You smile, relief at the thought it wasn't too much trouble. You sit at the table near the kitchen, still visible to each other and close enough to hear each other talk if you wanted too. It was kept minimal though as he was hyper-focused. He soon finishes the dinner though, as he promised a quick and easy make, bringing your plate over to you, and you continue what small conversation you had. And to your appreciation, it flowed. It isn't forced and awkward. This is the first time in a long string of awful exes that you've felt truly listened too by someone, without them wanting to get something in return for it.

He asks you questions, sincerity behind the tone, really listening to your answers. He looks you in your eyes as you respond, causing your face to warm up anytime he looks at you for longer than 10 seconds. You're starting to worry you're rambling too much.

"But yeah, I think that's the new idea I came up with would work, I'm just unsure how to bring it up. I'm sure they'd choose someone else's idea first though, I don't know if mine is the best." You catch yourself rambling, your breath hitching. "Sorry, not to hog the conversation. Has Gojo done anything to bother you lately?" And your eyes shift. What if he thought you were trying to find out about another man.

"Your idea is good, but that's the second time you've done that, you know. Stopping yourself from talking, that is." He says instead, and your eyes snap up to his. His eyes are ones of concern, and you aren't sure how to respond.

"Sorry. I don't notice I do it." You finally stammer out, and Nanami looks understanding.

"Hey, it's okay. Just a small observation. Sorry to put you on the spot, truly. Gojo was relatively fine today, but then again, I wasn't around him very often." Nanami continues, noting how nervous you were about the observation. He didn't mean to say it so bluntly and take you off guard, very willing to switch the topic for your sake.

You both finish up eating, where you both playfully fought over you helping with the dishes. You eventually won when you flicked some of the water in his face. (Although he didn't miss you you tense, worried you took it a step too far.) But he gently laughs at it, pulling you in close to stand next to him at the sink to wash and dry. The hand on the waist when he pulled you in made your body ghost shiver, and you hope he doesn't feel that. You swear he lets his hand linger though, for a second longer than necessary, sure that he might have felt your shiver anyway.

You fall into a peaceful silence while you wash and you so badly want to rest your head on his chest, but you refrain. As you finish up, you both head over to the couch to relax for the rest of the night. He brings over the snacks you bought as well, intending to eat them over whatever it is you both choose to do.

"Any ideas for a movie?" He asks, deciding to take a small lead. He sees how nervous you are in suggesting something new, as if he wouldn't want to do what you suggest, and he wants to help with that. He did notice in previous situations that you tend to get bashful at suggesting anything, opting to let him have the choice in what to do. He didn't want to always make the decision, always wanting to hear your input as well. At the very least here, he could start with nudge you into voicing what ideas you have about a movie.

"Something in the romantic genre?" You question, wanting to see if that's a good idea with him, and he nods. You're excited, previous relationships not really wanting much to do with romance, thinking it was one of your "tactics" to push them into doing more romantic activities. Nanami's considerations for what you want to do always took you by surprise, in a good way. He looks fine with the decision too, scrolling through the lists on the variety of streaming services. You both settle on a movie that sounds promising that neither of you have seen before.

You both lean back into the couch, and you nervously bite at your nails. You curl your legs under you as you glance over at Nanami, craving the touch of cuddling, unsure of how to ask for it without it being awkward. He's coming back from dimming the lights and closing the blinds as he sits next to you, and thankfully you don't have to worry about asking. He grabs the blanket off the couch as he also hits play on the movie. He wraps the blanket around the both of you, as the blanket was big enough to wrap around two people, and you couldn't be more happy at the invitation.

He pulls you into his chest and you feel warm as you bury yourself into his chest. His frame makes you feel secure as he strokes your arm and side. His heartbeat was soothing as you burrow into him. Your arms strengthen their grip on him as he pulls you even closer. You turn your focus to the movie, enjoying the warmth for a majority of it.

But the movie then pulls you out of the comforting trance right around the climax though, where the fight between the love characters are at a high. It reminds you of what used to be. The guy uses the woman's exes against her, saying that maybe they were right about her personality. Maybe that he should've listened to them and should have never went out with her.

What if Nanami finds about about your insecurities or clinginess, and decides to use it against you? Is your thought, and it causes you to stiffen. It's enough to get Nanami looking down at you with his brows furrowed in curiosity. He pauses the movie and you look up at him, worry at ruining movie night.

His heart hurts when he sees the gloss of tears in your eyes. He shifts you both around, the dim lighting allowing him to still see you clearly when he sits you to face him.

"Hey, it's okay. I know we've been going slow for two months, and we haven't known each other for very long, but you can talk to me." He speaks with a soft tone in his voice, eyes shifting around your face for any sudden changes in your demeanor.

"Sorry. I'm sorry." You whisper out at first, tears falling quick. He wipes them away, the pads of his fingers cool and welcome against your warming skin, letting you take your time.

"It just made me worry about previous exes talking to you. You would've found out eventually about my personality, but maybe they would've told you sooner and you would leave me sooner." You say, looking at him with your lip trembling a little. He senses your heightened anxiety, but he can't imagine what they'd have to say to him. Anything an ex had to say about you, he'd assume was a lie until you told him otherwise. He lets you collect your thoughts before you continue.

"I suppose it's better you hear it from me anyway. I'm too clingy. I'm too talkative. That's what they all said anyway when they broke up with me. It's the reason they did. And even though you might be the best relationship I've had where I was starting to not have to worry about that, it'll be the reason you break up with me too, eventually. Even though I'm trying to control myself and not be too touchy or talkative, it'll still be too much for you. One day I'll talk too much or want one to many kisses and it'll cause you to break up with me." You tell him, trying to easy your way out of his touch, worried that would even be too much for him.

You're full on sobbing now, standing up from the couch and pacing in front of him. He stands up next to you and pulls you by the wrist to try and stop you.

"That's why you primarily want me to initiate anything, huh. Darling, look at me." He wraps his other arm around your waist, the one on your wrist coming up to gently trace your face. "Hey, it's okay. I haven't minded initiating contact at all these past couple of months. I know I may not have touched you often, I can't imagine how hard that must have been for someone who loves touch. I just didn't want to cross your boundaries, I always wondered why you seemed hesitant to reach out to me or kiss me. I even wondered why you always seemed cautious with your words, as if I wouldn't give the chance to hear your beautiful words."

He sets you both down on the couch again, your breath still hitching, still also feeling bad about stopping the movie night. It's as if Nanami can sense that too, quick to get on more with his speech.

"I need you to know that they're all wrong. I want nothing more than for you to feel comfortable around me. I don't mind you touching me, I don't mind you talking to me about any and every thought you have. It's you being a regular human. And so what if you need a little more contact than what's considered a norm? That's what's normal to you, alright? I'd let you know if I need space, but that's so rare. I want you to feel comfortable enough that you don't hesitate to kiss me because that's just what you feel you need. Much like I'd pull you in for a hug because it's what I need. If anything, you should be telling me off if I'm not providing you the support you need. From now on, don't hold your breath and deny me the chance to hear your gorgeous voice. I can't imagine how starved you've been for contact you've been denying yourself and craving, and I can't believe I haven't been giving enough of that contact, especially since I've been catching on lately. How stupid I've been to not ask you outright." He cups his hands around your face and you sigh, leaning into his touch.

Your tears are stopping, he plants many kisses alongside your nose, forehead, anywhere on your face. He kisses you once, twice, three times on the lips, deepening the third one. You really lean into that one, hands balling the fabric of his shirt up. You start to let go, and he's quick to remind you that it's okay. As long as you feel comfortable to touch him.

"You may not be okay with it right away, and we'll have our boundary talks as situations arise, but I'm willing to stand with you side by side." He says, a finger tracing the outline of your face.

"Thank you Ken. I don't even know how to begin to thank you."

"You don't have too. It's what relationships are, it's about finding that middle ground." You bite your lip and threw caution to the wind for once in the relationship. You take charge and you slide your arms around his neck, pulling yourself as close as you could for the skinship, shaking in his embrace. He wraps his arms as tight as they could go without hurting you, burying his face in your neck. He maneuvers you both in the lying position on the couch, wrapping the blanket around you both, the movie you both had put on now long forgotten. As you both now take in the warm embrace, you're glad to have shared in the vulnerability. Even if it's a two month relationship, it was good to take a step forward in a new relationship, as you both drift to sleep.

[bratbby333]

jjk camp counselor au

nsfw brain dump, multiple x reader feat: satoru, suguru, nanami, toji, sukuna, shoko + choso summary: you're a camp counselor trying to make the most of your summer

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satoru would definitely be the one to lead the rallies each morning, he's so charismatic and domineering. he'd also be in charge of the 15-17 year old group (obvi). he'll blatantly flirt with the other female counselors in front of you to make you jealous, sneaking away to the woods while the kids are eating lunch to apologize to you while balls deep inside you...summer fling energy fr

"i-im sorry...promise...it was nothin...meant n-nothing 't me" he pants out, seeing the irritated look on your face as you glare at him from over your shoulder, arms bracing your body against a tree, your jean shorts down by your ankles, panties shoved to the side. "shut up and keep fucking me, satoru," you roll your eyes in response. "show me how sorry you are," your demanding voice wavering slightly, stifling your moans so he doesn't know how good it feels, trying to keep up your annoyed facade. but god does he feel amazing, his tip stimulating your sweet spot with every stroke. he fucks you so much better when he thinks he's in trouble...he's a whining, whimpering mess for you power bottom!gojo supremacy

suguru is most definitely the chill instructor, leading the more creative activities; arts n crafts like tie-dye, making jewelry, etc. all the kids love him, too. he'd beam with pride as they run up to him to show him what they were able to create. he'd profess his feelings for you with a handmade, beaded bracelet.

you sneak out of the women's cabin in the middle of the night to meet up with suguru, finding him sat on the crest of a hill with a blanket laid out to watch the stars "suguru...this is precious," you gasp, eyes bright with adoration, taking a seat next time him, your legs kicked out in front of you and your arms propping you up. - "what about the kids? what if they see us?" you ask, concern plastered across your face, your legs wrapped around his waist, hands secured behind his neck, fingers tangling in his long hair. "don't worry, love," he breaths out, pausing his strokes, his strong arms positioned on either side of your head, "nanami's watching mine and shoko's watching over yours...plus we're so far from camp, no one's gonna see us", he reassures you with his pelvis flush against your core. "you just look so beautiful like this, i couldn't resist" he'd moan out, returning to his initial pace, thrusting deep and slow, the blanket he had laid out now disheveled. the moonlight bounces off your skin in the most ethereal way, and suguru can't get enough of you.

nanami would be in charge of the whole camp, carefully organizing everyone's permission slips, allergy forms and medical records (which were alphabetized and given to shoko), the payments from parents, the whole nine yards; ensuring everything ran smoothly. he would also be the one supervising the obstacle courses. he'd carefully and methodically strap the kids into their harnesses, surveying everyone intently...do you really think he'd trust the other dummies he works with to do so?

and of course he'd find a way to repurpose the harnesses as restraints in the privacy of the men's cabin with you, the two of you slipping away during one of satoru's overly energetic pep rallies. "ken...what if someone catches us?" you moan out, your arms secured behind you, your back arched, and your chest pressed against the mattress. his deep, purposeful strokes continue, his voice steady as he repsonds. "don't worry, love. we made the mistake of giving satoru the mic, he'll talk for hours if you let him...now hush and let me take care of you, yeah?" you nod back before moaning loudly, the depth of his cock in this position is hitting spots you didn't know existed. "you're taking me so well. such a good girl for me," he groans out, his trust speeding up, the sounds you're making for him spurring him on.

toji would be in charge of the more physical intramurals; dodgeball, kickball, archery, and life guard on duty for the water activities.

and god did he look good while patrolling the waters, his broad shoulders and tanned skin glowing under the summer sun, his wet swim trunks clinging to his thick, muscular thighs. you watch him from your beach chair, legs clenching and core pulsing at the sight of his sternly focused face, his eyes running up and down the lake, his body glistening from the droplets of water trickling from his damp hair. you're glad shoko is more attentive with the kids because your mind is elsewhere (and for a valid reason, too). - after the kids are sent to get changed into their dry clothes, he absolutely obliterates you in the boat house. "saw you watchin' me the whole time...this what you needed, love?" he'd ask through gritted teeth, his thrusts hard and deep, his thick cock stretching you out perfectly. you whimper in response, eyes low, mouth agape, nodding profusely as his fingers dig deeper into your hipbones. "uh huh..needed you so bad, toji," you whine out. baywatch!toji has me putting my fist in my mouth

sukuna would not get hired because the organizers were afraid that he'd try to create a child army and illicit a rebellion to overthrow the camp counsellors, creating a dystopian society where the kids tend to the land and run his errands for him. bummer... ruined his summer plans.

shoko helps you run the girl's cabin. she also works the first aid tent during the day, her long hair tied back to keep her cool. you lean up against a tree, admiring her beauty. you're pulled from your daydream when gojo elbows you in the side, shooting you an amused look; "go make a move, she likes women, ya know?" wiggling his eyebrows at you before running off to frolic in the water with his group.

the two of you sneak away during the bonfire, finding yourself in her bunk, laid on your back with her soft tongue attacking your clit. "sho, i'm close," you gasp out, your hands tangling in her auburn hair. she hums in response, the vibrations pushing you even closer to your release. you cry out for her, the pleasure coursing through you is overwhelming your senses. she uses one hand to cover your mouth, the other swipes between your folds before inserting two finger into your dripping cunt, curling slightly to massage your g-spot. your hips buck against her mouth, before you spill all over her tongue from the added stimulation. as you try to regain your breath, she leans over you and places two fingers against your neck. you gaze up at her through dazed eyes, shooting her a questioning look. "just checkin' your pulse, thought i was losin' you," she laughs.

choso takes his job very seriously, basically a helicopter parent while watching the kids...he's so protective of the children, treating them as if they were his own siblings. he stops dead in his tracks when he first lays eyes on you, watching you interact with your group; you are so sweet with your kids, tenderhearted and caring...he falls in love almost immediately and all he wants is to get close to you.

his soft, slow strokes make you giggle into his ear. everyone's in the mess hall for dinner, leaving the cabin empty, the once silent building now filled with your moans. "cho, you can be rougher with me," you sigh out, pulling him deeper into you, groaning at the stretch of his fully engulfed member. he buries his head into the crook of your neck, a long moan leaving his parted lips as he bottoms out against you. his cheeks flush to a bright red...you swear you can feel the heat emanating off them. "i know...jus' scared i'll cum fast if i go harder...you're just so pretty...so fuckin' sweet, angel," he whimpers out. he paws at every inch of you, his strokes getting more frantic, kissing your cheeks delicately and whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

author notes: this made me giggle so much while writing. i love doing short form AUs, theyre so entertaining to me. sorry about sukuna's i was feeling unhinged when i wrote it

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