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ichorai · 3 days
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ties that bind ; nanami kento ; june 13th.
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pairing ; nanami kento x reader
drabble synopsis ; packed lunches for four!
themes ; fluff, slice of life, established relationship (married), parents au
warnings / includes ; first introduction to baby yuriko :) this is so domestic it makes me sick, again this series is completely disregarding the shibuya incident and will be a lot of slice of life fluffy filler kind of vibes
series masterlist.
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13th june, 2019
“I made lunch,” you told Nanami, handing him the sealed bento box with a warm smile. Your husband mirrored your expression, one of his hands cradling the back of your head to pull you closer, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 
“Thank you,” he said. Then, his keen eyes darted down to the counter, where there were three other bento boxes stacked on top of one another. “And these are for…?”
Your features turned sheepish. “I was going to bring Yuriko to come visit the school—so I made lunches for the second-year kids, as well. No doubt they haven’t had anything home-cooked in a long time.”
Something in Kento’s eyes softened. You were so painfully good and kind it made his chest ache. 
“You spoil them,” he whispered, nose nudging over the crown of your head. 
You made a noise of amusement at that. “They deserve to be spoiled.” Then, you glanced over at the round clock hanging in the kitchen. “I’ll see you in a couple hours? I think I’ll drop by around 11 or so.”
“Mhm. Try to avoid running into Gojo this time. Yuriko hates him.”
Your daughter, nearing six months old now, still burst into a fit of panicked tears every time Gojo tried to hold her, much to the excited man’s chagrin. Nanami would often proudly remark that she was his daughter. 
“I can’t promise anything. It feels like Satoru has eyes and ears everywhere,” you replied with a laugh in your voice.
Nanami frowned at the thought, but it was quick to dissipate when you leaned forward to kiss his cheek. “I love you,” he said in farewell, eliciting a fond I love you, too, right back. 
With that, he whisked out of the kitchen and made his way to the door. It saddened him to leave for work before Yuriko could wake up, but he felt better knowing she was coming to visit the school with you. 
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“What’s inside?” Nobara queried when you handed the three students their respective packed lunches.
“White rice with some steamed fish and veggies. There’s also watermelon chunks in the other container. You guys need to have a balanced diet, you know.” You reached out to fondly ruffle Yuji’s disheveled pink hair, knowing the boy had terrible eating habits. “You still have a lot of growing to do.”
Megumi, polite as ever, bowed his head and thanked you with a quiet tone. Nobara’s eyes had lit up at the mention of watermelon, eagerly chiming in her appreciation, as well. You grinned, and gestured for them to start eating. 
“Won’t you be eating with us?” Yuji asked, more as a request than an actual question. He was poking fingers at baby Yuriko in her stroller, pulling funny faces so that she would coo with laughter. Yuji had always been her favorite out of the three.
“I would, but I’m dropping off Nanami’s lunch, as well,” you told them, earning a pout of disappointment from Yuji and Nobara. 
The three of them began opening up their lunches. 
“Make sure to eat all of it, okay?” you told them in a mothering tone, laughing slightly when Nobara went straight for the watermelon rather than the rice. “I’ll see all of you this weekend—I was thinking we could all go to the beach. The weather calls for it, you know?”
It’d been nothing but sunshine and wispy clouds for the past week. 
Yuji tickled Yuriko’s wriggling feet within her stroller, excitedly nodding in agreement. “Sounds good with me! We could play volleyball!”
“Okay, I really should get going,” you said, waving goodbye. Before you could step away, Yuji pulled away from the baby stroller to envelop you in a warm hug, his arms wrapped tightly over your upper body. It surprised you at first, but you were quick to affectionately return the embrace. 
“Thank you for the food, and for being so considerate of us!” he said once he pulled away, saluting you with a nod. You laughed at how serious he sounded.
Swallowing her last bite of watermelon (she was definitely going to nick some from the other two), Nobara barked out, “Hey! Stop trying to be Y/N’s favorite, you suck-up!”
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awearywritersworld · 1 month
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nanami definitely smokes when he's particularly stressed, right?
and he hates it. he doesn't like the way the smell clings to his clothes and fingers. he thinks it's a nasty habit.
he can't help himself though. that light feeling that swirls around in his head when he takes the first drag is just too good.
of course, he tries to hide it when he comes home to you. he takes the long way to give the smell time to dissipate. he washes his hands at the sink before greeting you.
but you can still taste it on his lips when he leans down to kiss you. you never say a word, though.
instead, you do what you can to ease his stress.
you pour him a generous glass of wine. you feel him relax into your touch when you rub his worryingly tense shoulders. you let him pick whatever the two of you watch that evening.
so while he thinks he's rather sly in hiding his bad habit, it's really you with the clever little secret.
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actuallysaiyan · 3 months
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Nanami, is in fact, a panty thief. It started when he first met you at Jujutsu High, but it progressed more as you followed him to University. And it didn't stop, no...it got worse.
He's got an affinity for the dirty ones. He loves the sweet smell of your panties. He brings them up to his nose and with his other hand, he strokes his leaking cock. The thought of you just sitting on his face is what helps fuel the rest of this little fantasy of his. Kento won't stop at just one pair either. He's stolen quite a few, but he always makes sure it's within reason. He doesn't want you getting any ideas.
When he was only 18, he found himself in your dorm room alone while you showered. The thrill of being caught by you was making him even harder. His cock leaked all over the pretty lace of your soiled panties, while another one sat on his face. He kept thinking how you'd come out of the shower and find him in the most vulnerable and lewd position.
It never happened...not until you were both older and back to being sorcerers. Even after all this time, Kento still needs to steal your panties. He'd sell his soul for a whiff of your pretty little cunt. He's never ever told you how he feels, but he can live with that because he always will steal your panties.
One night, he waits for you in your apartment as you take a shower. Old habits die hard, and he's fucking his fist as he sniffs your filthy panties. The smell of your cunt is so pungent and sweet, he's drooling as he keeps the frilly little thing on his nose. Oh you could so easily find him this way. He wants you to find him, after all these years of pining. He's grunting and growling as his fist keeps sliding up and down his throbbing cock.
"KENTO!" You shriek as you enter your bedroom. Your heart is racing and you feel a deep need boiling in your belly from the scene unfolding in front of you. He smirks at you from his position on the bed.
You aren't even sure how to respond, but he motions for you to come closer. You have to see where this goes. You climb onto the bed, your mouth watering at the sight of his thick cock. It's bigger than you've ever imagined it to be. He loves the way your eyes have grown dark with lust.
"Sit on my face," he begs. "Please baby. 'Need to taste you so bad."
You're in shock, but your lust for him makes your body move on its own. You drop your towel and you pull the panties away from him and toss them away. Your cunt sits right where he needs it, and without another thought, he begins lapping at you like this life depends on it.
Finally... He has you right where he needs you. And he has no intention of letting you go.
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elenadvrx · 1 month
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let's be honest.
nanami's tie isn't what we would usually choose to wear with a suit. or with anything at all. that design is just horrendously loud and bold.
but the reason why he willingly wears it everyday to work is of course, because of you. what turned out to be a gag gift becomes something he treasures the most just because it was given by you when your relationship was still buddingly new. it's not often he loves and be loved in return.
"nanamin!" yuuji greeted the sorcerer from afar, seeing him standing around the training field. "what are you doing here? gojo-sensei isn't here today, he had a mission to attend to."
"i'm waiting for someone else." he nonchantly replies, adjusting his tie to loosen it up a little.
"hey, nanamin? i've been wondering why you wear that tie. it's not really that nice-looking." during all those times yuuji went on a mission with nanami, his gaze always zeroed in on his black and yellow printed tie but never got the chance to ask him. curses always did occupied most of his time and attention.
"hmm? oh, you don't need to know that." clearing his throat, he fiddled with his tie a little more before placing his hands in his pants pocket. but if yuuji had looked closely, he would see that his cheeks got a tad bit pinkish. nanami was just too bashful to talk fondly about you to yuuji.
just as yuuji was about to shoot another question, nanami saw you turning around the corner - wide smiles and twinkling eyes, hastily making your way to your husband. "kento!"
it's as if you turned off a switch in him just with your mere presence - tensed shoulders relaxing, his stance a little loose before his eyes soften seeing you greet him so openly with love. a slight smile grazes upon his lips.
"hi, you look beautiful as always, my love." nanami cups your face with his big, warm hands before giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead.
"thanks, darling. you look dashing yourself." you were all smiles and giggles as you look up to him, getting your fill of him as it has days since you've last seen him. he has been away for a solo mission far from home. you've missed him too much.
looking down, you noticed his tie was loose and a little crooked. sighing, you trace the pattern on his tie before straightening it a little.
"i don't get why you're still wearing this tie. it's been years since i've gifted you this as a joke, you didn't really have to wear it. i'm getting you a new one soon."
you've been dating for 6 months when you came across this particular tie while walking through a shopping street and thought it'll be funny to see the reaction of the mostly stoic sorcerer. you never thought he'd accepted it with care and wore it everyday.
"it's fine. it's still not too worn out yet, it'll hang on for awhile more." he caresses your cheek, reminiscing the time when you were so excited to gift it to him, giggling the whole time. sure, it may be a gag gift, but it was still a gift from you. all things given by you were things to be treasured. just like your love that encompasses his whole being.
"nanamin!" the both of you flinched hearing the shout coming from the boy just a short distance from you. has he been here all along?
"you- you and sensei are together? wha-when, ho-what? wait, nevermind that, sensei was the one who bought you that tie?" seeing how flabbergasted yuuji was, you face him and ruffle his hair.
"mhmm! we're married actually. and yeah, i bought the tie to mess with him but i guess he really liked it and wore it ever since." chuckling, you nudge his shoulder with your knuckles. "i didn't know you were here. megumi and nobara was looking for you."
"oh, that's right! we had plans to hang out together before i saw nanamin. see you both!" easily distracted, yuuji dashed towards the main entrance, leaving just you and nanami alone.
familiar arms wrapped around your waist from behind before you felt a kiss on your cheek.
"just so you know, i will always wear this tie even if you buy me a new one. it really helps with my cursed technique." your husband is teasing you.
"uhuh, sure. if blood gets on it, you're cleaning it up yourself." you stay contently in his arms, warm afternoon sun softly beaming down on the both of you.
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"if blood gets on it, you're cleaning it up yourself."
your words echoed inside your head as you find yourself kneeling on a pool of blood, your husband- what was left of him, blood-soaked khaki pants adorned on a pair of legs, clutching onto the black and yellow printed tie that was found dangling from his pants pocket. it was speckled with blood.
your vision turns blurry from tears constantly trickling down your cheeks, splashing onto the blood below you.
no… the first thing you would do once this is over is to clean his tie as thoroughly as possible. you will not let this incident taint your precious memory of this gift.
but first, you have to finish whoever did this to him.
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suguru-getos · 4 months
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Nanami hoes your man comes back home to you, safe and sound, with your favorite food on the carry bag that he has. Smiling softly and sighing at how boring his day has been. He also has a little pout that will only go away once you balm it with kisses. Sit pretty on his lap and let him tell you how his day has been, let him listen to how your day has been. <3 Lean against his chest. The canon Nanami is a bad dream, that’s all. He doesn’t exist. He’s imaginary. Real Kento is with you rn. 🥲🥲
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masonmace · 2 months
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Pleasure
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You feel like a pretzel, eyes watery and thighs shaking as you stare over you, feeling hunted by the look in Kento's eyes. Your lip caught between your teeth, trying to be near silent. One leg raised, knee by your side. His hips slowly pressing into yours, letting out satisfied sighs.
"You like that, sweet thing?" Kento queried with a mocking coo. When you nodded, his hips paused.
"m'sorry! Feels s'good," You whine, reaching to grip at his wrist, which was ever-kindly holding your thighs up. All just allowing further reach into your sopping cunt. Needing some more speed, the intimate movements perfect, but all the same not quick enough.
Maybe he could read minds, because he instantly started going quicker, the squelches growing more prominent. His jaw dropping, his eyelids drooping more. Watching as pure bliss fell over your face. Lip falling from your teeth, letting moans out. Pushing your head further into the bed below you, digging your nails into his skin.
Trying your damdest to hold up a strong facade while you were clearly crumbling like a cookie. Sweet like one, too. His unused hand raising and slowly caressing from your other thigh. His fingertips barely grazing your supple skin-- so soft yet sticky from the mixture of sweat and fresh lotion. His mouth moving to utter just how beautiful you look, and how it's all for him to have and make his.
Had Nanami told himself he wouldn't do such things with a coworker-- nonetheless one who was quite younger than him? Yes, he did. Did he swear to himself that you were a simple hallway crush? Most definitely. But yet again, here he was. The way you dressed today; it was clear you were trying to provoke him.
A small, tight pencil skirt that barely covered you and those see-through black trouser socks you had. With that-- that amazing blouse. The one he'd eventually complimented you on. You only wore it because you knew he loved it.
That loose button, yeah, that's what got him. What had originally revealed the rosy pink lace covering your breasts. Being the last ones at work was helpful, meaning he could hold you on his lap and tell you how fucking perfect you are. Watching as you rocked your clothed cunt against his erection.
Driving home with his hands messing with the skin of your thighs-- he'd always been particularly fond of them. Your thighs reminded him on rising dough whenever you'd wear thigh-highs. All of the waiting to bring you to his home and place you here on his queen sized bed.
"Misser Nanami--," You sob, mind thick with pleasure. Your unoccupied hand falling down to capture his and rise it up to your tit at a quicker pace, whining as he gripped it, gently pinching your nipples. You arch your back against him, rolling your hips at the same pace of his. Much as you wanted to have it raw, he had eagerly put a condom on.
Letting you suck on the pink tip of him before he settled himself between your legs. Burrowed into your tight cunny, groaning, and rolling of eyes. Soon his hand moving to your other tit, gently slapping it and huffing out as he watched it jiggle. Ceasing the bounciness with a strong grip.
Catching you off guard as he slightly lurched over you, slowly losing his composure. Even if you'd lost yours the moment his hand caught your wrist. Watching the way your body jumped with each push hid hips. Slowly feeling you tighten around him.
"Shit, you're going to make me cum," Nanami panted, hands falling down again to gently stroke your throbbing clit. Moans caught in your throat, thighs twitching as you grew nearer.
"Please-- don' stop," You respond, resulting in Nanami's sneer.
"We're not stopping anytime soon, don't you worry," He cooed, slowly pausing to catch his breath before making a fast comeback. Leaving you baffled and absolutely floored. His thrusts hitting that sensitive spot deep inside you. Faster and harder-- yet proving how sweet he felt because of you.
Admiring you like a piece of art. From hickies to red bite marks. To wet spots from sloppy kisses. He made sure you had it engraved in your mind how lovely your skin felt. How much he'd wanted this. How much he craved to have a taste of you.
When for days on end you'd shown him you wanted his touch. Grabbing his hand without warning, "accidentally" brushing against him, getting him coffee and bread in the mornings; you knew his order even if he'd never told you, and always glancing over at him. Sometimes even scooting closer to him, too.
Forcing his urges down for weeks, never giving into his fist and mind. Now he could, his own body shaking as he tries to hold himself back.
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Not me feeding you guys with this really old, unedited bit. Thought you and it deserved to be acknowledged!
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onewmin · 6 months
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boiling water | nanami kento
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Pairing: Nanami x fem!reader
Summary: Kento gets distracted by the memory of you.
Word count: ~2.3k
Author’s Note: it’s a sort of side story, Nanami’s pov, to the main fanfic that I’m currently working on. I’ll post the main story soon, so if this part gets you interested, let me know!! (warnings and the story are under the cut)
Warnings: AU (I guess, cause it contradicts the canon events a lot); smut MINORS DNI: slight fingering (f receiving), slight nipple play (f receiving), a description of penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it folks); established relationship, descriptions of past intercourse; some angst if you squint, Nanami hates himself; typos
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Nanami Kento was a man of his word, it was an undeniable fact.
But it was difficult for him to keep his word when you were so deliciously rubbing your body under the hot water. Taking showers together was a ritual both of you had gotten accustomed to a long time ago: no matter how tired or upset you were, a shower before sleep had to be shared. Kento couldn’t get enough of your smooth skin under his calloused fingers, and the sweet scent of the shower gel he inhaled while peppering kisses along your neck. That was his stress relief, a solace in his gloomy days.
“Ken”, you said in a low voice, “could you rub my back, please?” He hummed and took the loofa from your hands, pressing it to your soft skin. Drawing circles of bubbles, Nanami pushed his body close to yours, his hand with the loofa going under your breasts. 
“Are you done there?” You whispered, your body leaning on his. 
“Mhm”, he replied, moving the loofa to your collarbones and then back to your breasts. “Care to put the loofa away?” You nodded, putting it back to the shelf. As you stood under the hot water, Nanami watched how your hands roamed around your body, washing the strawberry gel off, eyes closed. Your cheeks got a bit rosy as the water temperature was to your liking: boiling. When you shared the shower for the first time, Kento almost fainted and you had to help him go back to the bed and whispered countless apologies by peppering kisses all over his palms. Little did nineteen-year old Kento know four years later he’d be looking forward to these showers. 
“Come here”, you peered at him with hazy eyes as he cupped your cheeks. Having left a small kiss on your forehead, Kento pecked your lips. They were silken, pillowy against his; the addicting feeling of this moment, when your breath would softly tickle under his nose and your half-lidded eyes pierce through him. “I love you”, he muttered as his fingers caressed your cheek, “I love you more than anything in the world”.
You gave him a smile in response, arms wrapping around his neck. Warmth blossomed in Kento’s chest as you tilted your head and parted your lips, inviting him to finally kiss you. In a flash, his lips were on yours, hands tightened on your waist. You tasted like mango flavored tea and chocolate ice cream the two of you shared after dinner. Nanami’s head started spinning — was it the boiling water? — no, the intoxicating taste of you on his lips was driving him absolutely insane. How could it be possible to ever let this go, to ever abandon these little whimpers ‘cause his hands grabbed your ass without stopping the kiss?
“Kento”, you gasped, burying your head in the crook of his neck, “Kento, please”. Before he knew, you were leaving sloppy, wet kisses alongside his jaw. Stopping himself from letting out a moan, Nanami moved his hand lower, right to your aching core.
“Uh, Kento”, you rasped, “fuck me here. Please, Ken, fuck-“
Nanami growled. Your pleas were always a song to his ears, a sweet little melody he was eager to hear whenever he could. When his fingers ran through your slick folds, he closed his eyes and hissed — the man was about to break his word given to you several months ago. Wouldn’t he appear as a horny teenager in your eyes if he indulged in it now?
“Ken, what’s wrong?” Your hands cupped his cheeks as you forced him to look at you. Nanami sighed, hands reaching behind you to turn the water off. 
“I don’t want you to get hurt”, he mumbled, arms wrapped around your torso. “I almost dropped you the last time we-“
“Ken”. You interrupted him, your warm lips brushing against his. “You don’t have to hold me, when we have sex”, a small peck left on his lips, “I can just… turn around”. A suggestive look on your face got his dick twitching, aching for being buried inside your velvety walls. But Nanami shook his head as he kissed your forehead.
“I wanna see your face”, he purred in your skin.
“My face or my tits?” You laughed. He returned a smile and kissed you lightly. 
“Both”.
Less than two minutes passed before the two of you were on the bed, your back pressed against cotton sheets as Nanami devoured your lips with his. He still kept his promise, though — I’m not gonna fuck you in the shower ever again, for your sake — as he couldn’t drop you from the bed. The last time your wet pussy was bouncing on his shaft, he almost dropped your body on the floor when his foot slipped. Holding you while standing, gripping your butt when he pounded into you while you gripped his shoulders and repeated his name as a mantra was a view worth fucking you right in the shower; but when he almost lost his balance and let go of your legs, Nanami had his heart pounding in his chest at the mere thought of injuring you. So he swore to you a thousand times he wouldn’t do it again: neither sex nor any form of foreplay. 
The word was kept, still. 
Kento’s tongue swirled on your hardened nipple, making you arch your back, pressing your chest even closer to his. Your fingers gripped his hair, as you were lost in the sugary pleasure his mouth was giving you. Nanami hummed as he sucked on your sensitive nipples one by one, earning a hoarse moan from you.
“Gonna finger you, hm?” He murmured, sucking in between your breasts, making sure to leave a purple mark. That was only the beginning.
“No, no'', you panted; Kento looked at you, eyes clouded with lust. “Want you inside, Ken, please”. You leaned in to press his lips back to yours in a heated kiss. “Baby, please”, your brain was already half-working as you could only beg for him to put this distance between you to a halt.
“Whatever you want, princess”, he breathed out in your mouth, tongue running along your neck as you grabbed his shoulders. He brought your gaze back to his face when he watched you draw your lower lip between your teeth as he pumped himself before lining at your entrance. “Sure you’re ready?”
You started nodding frantically, hands back to cupping his cheeks. “I fin-, mhm” you closed your eyes when he ran the tip of his cock along your slick folds, “I fingered myself before you came home. Really, really”, you arched your back again as Nanami pressed his thumb on your clit, “I’m really ready, baby”.
“Anything for you”, he lowered his head to meet your lips in a sloppy kiss one more time before he slipped the tip inside. Earning a tiny gasp from you, Nanami buried his head in the crook of your neck. He could’ve come right then and there, when your plushy walls devoured the tip of his dick; to be fair, a mere sight of your begging for him was enough for him to cum without even touching you. “I love you so much”, his voice, thick with lust and desire, reached the deepest parts of you, bringing you to a hazy state of mind. 
Nanami pushed his thick cock inside you slowly, languidly, his mind absorbing in every whimper and mewl that was leaving your peachy lips. His girl, so desperate for him, so ready, so wet — his, his and his only. His first love, the love of his life, his fiancée, his future wife, his entire existence wrapped in the most desirable woman in the whole galaxy. “I love you”, your hungry kisses were followed by him bottoming out completely, “Ken, I love you so much”. 
Oh, darling, he thought, fingers gripping your waist, how I love you. He was moving, his cock slowly ravishing your dripping cunt. He grunted as he saw your finger creep up to your pulsating bundle of nerves; brushing your hand off, Nanami replaced it with his thumb. 
“You wanna cum already?” He chuckled under his breath while drawing painfully slow circles on your clit. “Hope you’d do it a bit later”, your quivering body gave him exactly what he wanted: you gripping the sheets as you gasped for air, lost in pleasure.
“Kento!” A smack on the shoulder slapped Nanami back into reality. Oh no. He was in front of his computer, gray office walls dawning on his already somber world. He was daydreaming again. “Wanna go for a smoke?” His colleague said quietly; Nanami nodded, taking the cigarette pack out of the bag and following the man to the elevator. A couple of more people joined them on the way; Kento kept up with the conversation absentmindedly while the elevator was going to the first floor.
Ah, it was raining again. Standing under the roof in the designated smoking area, Kento’s thoughts flew to your nagging whenever the rain started. Despite having to deal with downpours constantly due to the country’s weather, you still found yourself cursing whenever a drop of rain hit the ground. Nanami laughed at your screwed face, leaving a sweet kiss on your cheek to soften your expression. He loved your sulky days, and he loved your sunny shy smile whenever he’d made you happier in your greyest mood. Was it also raining in Tokyo? Were you whining while sitting behind your desk at school? Did you take the umbrella with you in the morning? Or you forgot it as you usually did? 
He could’ve just taken the phone from his pocket and called you. He could’ve just asked. Like, was it hard? 
It was, actually. He was the one to leave you, the one to abandon the love the two of you had been building for over a decade — just because he got scared. Scared to death, frankly speaking. He knew he could live his life not being a jujutsu sorcerer, but… Could he drag you along with him? Could he allow his selfishness and fear to draw you away from your friends, students, your life? Of course, you were on the same page about stopping doing this job once you two finally settled down, but were you really ready to do that? 
“I-I” You stuttered under his piercing gaze. “Right now?”
“Right now”. He repeated. “Either we leave right now or we never do it”.
“Ken, I…” You thought trailed off as you sighed loudly. “I didn’t even… I never thought it would be… So fast. I still need time to think”.
He took it too personally, now he understands that. You weren’t rejecting his offer, on the contrary actually: you were ready to go to the end of the world with him, follow him to the darkest depths of Hell — but he didn’t want you to think it over more than you did. The Jujutsu world was dangerous and he was tired of losing people and harming innocents. He gave it up once, easily; however, you couldn’t. And now, six months later, Nanami has finally realized it.
“What a moron”, he mumbled, throwing the cigarette into the bin. Leaving all his life behind and for what? For the mirage of peace? For the misery he covered with indifference? Being a sorcerer goes along with loss, principal Yaga once told him, if you manage to get used to it, it’ll be easier, Kento. Because, no matter how hard it is, loss is not the only thing this life gives you.
“Hey, Nanami”, his colleague took a cigarette from his pack, “y’know that Haruka from the marketing team likes you, right?”
“So what?” Kento stared the man down; he saw Haruko almost every day and certainly noticed her cheeks turn bright color red whenever he spoke to her. Whatever. She wasn’t the one Kento’s mind was focused on; no one could replace the girl with pigtails, who would give him a timid kiss on the cheek before every class. The girl he fell in love with, running to her at any moment given, and the woman who he left behind several months ago, running from her to an unknown, dark future. At least, there’s no more loss, he’d gaslight himself, at least, no one’s suffering because of me. He hoped you grew to hate him now; he hoped you didn’t cry yourself to sleep because he abandoned you. He hoped for that, but he was perfectly aware of it not being true.
“She’s really hot, though”, the man noticed, “you’d better do something before someone else snatches her”.
“I don’t care”. Nanami sighed and headed back to the office. That was true; the only woman he cared about was five hundred kilometers away, taking the subway to work, running around the school, teaching kids her techniques and protecting them on missions, throwing herself in front of danger — just to save everyone she loved. 
Would you take him back if he flew back to Tokyo and showed up at your shared apartment? If he were you, he wouldn’t. If he were you, he’d beat himself to death, throw punches with his cursed technique, but he wouldn’t take himself back. You didn’t deserve the mess he’d created, thinking he was the most righteous man on Earth, you didn’t deserve the pain he’d inflicted on you by leaving, abruptly, a small note on the kitchen counter replacing his words. He was a coward. And you didn’t need to welcome a coward like him back with open arms. 
Nanami Kento wasn’t a man of his word, this is an undeniable fact. Because if he truly was then he wouldn’t have ever left the woman he promised to stay with forever.
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the next part (will be uploaded soon)
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poksmimi · 7 days
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PLAYING AND EDGING YOU !
contains♪: sukuna, nanamixafab!reader, big dick, rough sex, unprotected sex, biting, marking, hickies, ass spanking, clit rubbing, vibrator, bad grammar, you have sex in a bar's bathroom !
notes♪: I love sukuna sm, he is such a silly villain <33 ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠>༚<⑅⁠꒱
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SUKUNA {vibrator, edging, clit rubbing, clit pinching, pussy spank}
You look up at him, biting your lip and he was walking beside you, your heart was pounding and your pussy begins to get wet. The vibrator was making your wet mushy cunt clench around the toy, the vibrator was on the medium level. You let out muffled moans behind your hands, your legs were shaky and he was acting as if nothing was happening at your cunt, his big hand was gripping your leg. Your mouth felt dry when he opens the door to a bar, entering it as rough loud looking men were drunkenly talking. The bartender looks up briefly before looking back down, you gulp and hoped that none could hear the vibrator. You sat down next to Sukuna, his big hand gripping your inner thigh, you let out a whine when his finger touches your clit through your soak panties. He looks at you and smirks. mouthing the word "slut" it made a shiver of pleasure and fear go down your spine as it made you stiffen your back. Nodding your head as the worker took your orders, your hands tremble as he flicks the level to the highness. Your hands grip at your thighs, your eyes go blurry for a second and a feeling of enjoyment and fear course through you, you can smell your sex and the breathes of the drunk men. You can hear loud talking, the sight in front of you is Sukuna, his smirk and the glint in his eyes also him motioning the vibrator remote, all of it makes you more wet.
It takes all the will inside of you to hold back before you jump him and ride his cock as you gulp and close your eyes as you hump the edge of the chair, rubbing your clit at the edge of it. You can feel yourself about to reach the end, you whine when the setting goes low and you hide your face and the sound of footsteps come closer and the worker sets down the drinks before leaving. "Why don't we go the bathroom, beautiful?" He smirks, you nod weakly and follow him, your legs trembling and your pussy is dripping wet, you can feel your juices leaking down your thighs and surely your panties are super damp. You let out a moan and Sukuna lifts you up, placing you on the toilet seat, making the setting to the highest as your eyes roll back. Your nails dig into his muscular arms, you let out a muffled moan when his two digits go into your mouth, you suck on them. He smirks and groans at the sight of you sucking his fingers, his other hand rubs at your clothed clit, his hand brings your panties to the side. Smirking and licking his lips at the sight of your wet and needy cunt. You can feel yourself about to become undone, opening your mouth in a silent plead, he grins and stops his clit rubbing and the toy inside of your needy cunt . "Sluts, don't deserve to come unless their masters so say, got it?" He says, you nod and he pinches your clit before putting the toy back on the highest. "Pl-eaSe!" You cry out, your eyes are watering out tears, you sniff and your legs are trembling. He has been edging you for so long. Your cunt was so dripping wet and it was red and puffy, he licks his lips and leans towards you, holding your small bud between his fingers. "come for 'm, darlin' " You throw your head back as tears stream down your face, eyes rolling back and your back arches, letting out a loud moan, he smirks and spanks your cunt as you come. "I still need to come as well, whore. We aren't done just yet~" His hard dick pokes at your cunt through his pants, he unzips his fly as his big hard dick lays on your cunt, you gulp and you know that this will last for a while.
NANAMI {rough sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling, edging}
You smiled as Nanami and his coworkers were talking, you were happy but not-so, your perfect lover wasn't so well rested and very stressed. You had an idea to bring him out for the bar, just you and him! You kissed his cheek before you grab ahold of his muscular arm and you open the door, finding a seat for you and Nanami. He ordered some drinks and food, you payed attention to him, his big, veiny fingers. It made you bite your bottom lip, you wished those fingers were snug in your cunt, fingering your needy pussy, commencing around those fingers you loved so much. "Dear, is something wrong?" He says, you shake your head, you look at his mouth, wishing that his mouth was latched on your cunt, eating you out, flicking his tongue in and out of your cunt. Your hand goes down under the table as it rests on his muscular thigh, your nails softly dig into them, he looks at you and sighs. He looks up at the waiter and smiles briefly before grabbing his drink, taking a sip. "Darlin', you need to try harder than that." He says, you smirk and your hands tremble softly, your panties feel so damp right now, you nibble his ear and he coughs slightly. "I need you need in 'm, please. Nanami, fill me up with your big dick~" you whine and beg, he glares at you. "Fine, come with me, honey." Grabbing your hand as he walks to the bathroom, locking the door and picking you up with his strong arms, you blush and your face darkens, his muscles flexes as he pushes aside your damp panties. "Already, wet for 'm?" He smiles, aiming his hard dick at your pussy, he lowers you down on his cock, you grip at his shoulders to steady yourself. His dick filling your cunt up, his jaw tightens and he begins to fuck your cunt, growing at your mushy tightness pussy, gripping at your hips. You can feel yourself about to reach the climax so soon, you throw your head back, feeling your cunt pulse, you whine and pout at Nanami. "Be patient, my dear, your pleasure will be heighten~" he kisses your jaw and fucks you faster, lowering you down hard and at a fast pace. "fuck, you feel so tight around 'm.." he purrs, his jaw tightening, fucking you even faster, he grabs your hair as he pulls on it, yanking your head back. Attacking your neck with his mouth, sucking and biting on it, marking you for his. His rough finger rubs your clit, making you roll your eyes backwards, your hips following his thrusts and your back arches. Your mouth opens in a silent plead, he rubs it faster as you come, your juices covering his cock as he thrusts more into your wet cunt, stopping his thrusts as his dick punches out his semen, filling your cunt with his sperm and painting your walls white.
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animeficsworld · 5 months
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Hair
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Nanami x Reader
Word count: 260
Warnings: hair pulling, hint of smut (no actual smut)
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You were in the middle of preparing breakfast when you heard the bedroom door open.
You smiled to yourself as you moved a little by the stove, the shirt you were wearing, his, brushed your thighs as you moved. 
The sizzling in the pan muted the sounds, but soon you felt a pair of arms around you.
He was towering behind you as he stood his ground, making you smile at the height difference.
His left hand left your waist as it came to wrap around your hair, slowly pulling it back, moving you head as you now looked him in the eyes.
"Good morning," you said with a smile and he let out a hum.
His voice sent shivers all over your body.
He tugged on your hair, making you almost yelp with pain. You felt his muscles tense against your back.
But his lips soon found your neck as he began his assault. As if last night wasn't enough.
As if he didn't have his fill with you last night over and over and over again.
He was a starving man.
You heard the stove being turned off and the pan being moved from your hands.
His fist never left your hair as he moved his other hand towards your breast. Your eyes rolled back as he moved his lips to your ear.
"I want you for breakfast." his voice was deep to begin with, but with that morning voice, if you had any panties on, they would have been soaked by now. 
And so, Kento would have you for breakfast.
Later on during the day, he swore he still felt how your strands of hair felt in his hand. How the soft locks moved between his fingers.
He didn't even know he had a thing for this.
Neither did you, but you weren't complaining.
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Jujutsu Kaisen Tumblr - Recommendations
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Kento Nanami
Being Needy & Being Loved by @augustinewrites
A short insight into Nanami's bond with his partner and 'son'. Very cute!!
3 Pink Roses Mean “I Love You” (Multi-Part Series) @sukunasdirtylaugh
Nanami enters a contractual relationship with you, a 23 year old university student. Now to see how the relationship blossoms…
A Beach Day With Nanami Kento (2-Part Series) by @sillysillygoofygoose
One // Two [<- SMUT]
A cute beach day with the Nanami family and you, the nanny... (Age Gap)
Blue Orchids and White Lies by @just-jordie-things
Cannot get over how cute and perfect this version of Nanami is! 😍
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Satoru Gojo
Keeping Up w/ Fushigojo's (Multi-Part Series) by @augustinewrites
The link will take you too a series of imagines about Gojo and his partner and how it went bringing up Megumi and Tsumiki. I couldn't help but smile through all of them!
Clone-A-Willy by @letstalkaboutfandomsbaby [18+ Only!!]
Your crush finds the dildo you own... (Chubby-Fem!Reader) If you want sweet Gojo and Smut you can find it right here!
Co-Parents (3-Part Series) by @arachine
One // Two // Three [<- SMUT]
This short series of events just gives me all the feels! Gojo and you coparent - lets see how that pans out...
Family Photo by @naosaki
Getting a child involved in your friendship causes it to become something more...
Tell Me You Don't Want Me by @awearywritersworld
Falling in love with your dead best friends little sister... how bad could it be?
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corporalswhore · 2 years
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— bloodline (kento nanami)
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pairing; kento nanami x gojo!reader
summary; being satoru gojo’s daughter, it was only natural for you to exhibit fatherless behavior, nanami thinks. or alternatively, the few times you’ve tried to get into his pants and the one time he unbuckles his belt for you.
warnings; DARK CONTENT. MAJOR AGE GAP (reader is 18 & kento is around 45). teacher/student relationship. dumbfication, corruption kink, overstimulation. mention of god. naivety. smut, nsfw. lots of teasing & kento just struggling fr. you get the gist! pls let me know if i missed anything!
a/n; i’ve had this fic in my drafts for a year. 12 months. i’ve had major writer’s block so this is my attempt of getting over it so i apologize if this is trash <3 also the pacing in this is shitty bc i got fed up at the end lmao okay that’s it. enjoy loves <3
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kento nanami took pride in the way he held himself; his morals, ethics - and refused to let anyone steer him in the wrong direction.
until he came across you.
satoru gojo’s daughter. a student he’d passed many times on the halls of jujutsu tech.
a minx, he’d label you in his mind. simply put, kento believed with every fiber of his being that you were out to get him. to torture him.
girls like you send shivers up kento nanami’s spine. the sheer lust born from teenage hormones, almost like a cub awaiting its first ever prey — the mere thought of you frazzles him, never in his life did he think you’d be his predator.
he should’ve known the moment he laid eyes on you that there was something greedy behind those irises; an insatiable hunger. he should’ve known there was nothing studious behind your motives when you’d ask him a question. he should’ve known he was being preyed on from the beginning, that girls like you would tear him apart from the very depth of his being and disguise it as kindness. that you’d continue to push him to his limits until he’s on the edge of breaking.
it’s in the way you’d linger beside him as he walked, hands almost touching his; shoulders bumping into his arm. you’d latch onto him when you rode the train to missions too, hips falling back into his with each bump of the tracks or crowded passengers trying to fit in. sometimes, just, sometimes he’d protectively wrap his arm around you when it was particularly crowded on the train, he’d be leaning onto the pole, right hand across your waist as he tries to keep other people from bumping into you - and yes you’d be pressed flush to him but he only saw it as a mentor figure protecting his student, that’s all.
he knows your tricks all too well now. he’s seen them up close, fell for them. kento knows that you’re just a child — turning eighteen doesn’t remove naivety, just allows it to express itself better now. he knows you’re out to pounce on him and he can’t afford to let his guard down because some part of him warns that he might not make it out alive after this attack.
why? because un-fucking-fortunately, tucked deep in nanami kento’s fantasies is you. his student, his ‘best friend’s’ child — for fuck’s sake he’s basically your uncle. and it’s a daunting fact he has to remind himself of every time he lays eyes on you because you make it hard for him to be the mature one when you act like that.
so innocent, so naive in your ways but oh so ready to get on your knees for him.
he thinks it’s fucking adorable - and by adorable he means he wants to rail you into your mattress until you don’t have a single thought behind those eyes.
and what’s worse?
satoru gojo.
as fucking infuriating kento deems him to be and even though he has outrightly stated he doesn’t hold a molecule of respect for him — he lied. kento nanami knows that this is crossing boundaries.
his own friend’s daughter?
no sir, kento nanami is better than that. you may be in his fantasies but that’s all there is to it — nothing but a sweet escape he allows himself to indulge in and that’s that because, in reality, it’s a mistake.
so, he keeps his distance — well tries to.
you’re relentless. you snatch up any opportunity to see him. training yuuji? reporting back after a mission? medical care? you name it, if he drops a pin on the courtyard you’re there faster than satoru.
but he has to commend you, to him it feels like you’re being too blatant about your desires, but sometimes he’d step back and realize he’s just waiting for it so he knows but — you’re overly cautious.
satoru is with him? he knows you don’t stand a chance against that keen eye so you stay back — interact only if needed.
you’re joined to the hip with yuuji? great cover as kento frequently checks up on the pink-haired boy.
you’re somehow alone with him? sure you’re a little reckless when you accidentally graze his hands but you’re always quick to retreat as soon as you get your fill of him — not risking the chance of someone glimpsing at your cherry-red cheeks.
you’re smart — albeit a little rough around the edges, but you’re calculating and it gives him all the more proof that you know what you’re doing — that you’re willingly risking everything to get in his pants.
he thinks you’re foolish, what do you want with him anyway? is it daddy issues? (he would not blame you) the feeling of a man, instead of a boy? or maybe, it was just an innocent crush?
no, there’s nothing innocent about the way you sway your hips as you walk away when you know he’s looking. nothing innocent about the way your skirt magically hikes up when he glances your way; when you accidentally throw down your papers, weapons, anything in front of him and take your sweet time to bend down to retrieve it. no, there’s nothing innocent about the way you tease him.
and it mentally fucks with kento because he can’t seem to find a way to hate the way you tease him. as much as he tries to act unbothered — he’s praying to god his eyes and body don’t give him away.
you’re persistent and it’s almost like the universe is always on your side; you’re presented with so many opportunities to pounce and it seems kento is always on the bad side of karma; where he is never prepared for you.
and tonight just happens to be one of those times.
he’s not too bruised but that curse got him good. thankfully, he managed to exorcise it but not without him getting a somewhat deep gash on his left arm. so now he’s walking down the halls of jujutsu tech at this ungodly hour, in search of shoko because this shit actually hurts like hell.
something tells him she’s not here or she’s somewhere hidden getting shit-faced and he doesn’t have the energy to search the entirety of the school — he doesn’t even realize he’s close to the student dorms until he sees your name splayed across a door.
he believes god is playing dirty tricks on him - wants to test him; see if his resolve is just as sturdy as his talk. you’re nothing but a novice at the reverse cursed technique but you’re skilled enough right now to heal something of this size — and kento knows this.
it’s either he enters the lion’s den or leaves with an infected arm, and kento curses under his breath because when has god ever been on his side?
his usual heavy footsteps are awfully quiet as he passes the other students’ rooms, and he grimaces when he stands in front of your door, knuckles quietly rapping on the wood.
time passes so slowly, and it dawns on him how bad of an idea this is. he doesn’t have the energy right now to fend off your attacks. he’s tired.
kento stands there for about a minute before he hears shuffling from the inside, a loud thud, a few mutters — and the door flings open.
hair loose and splaying all over your head in minute knots and twirls, nanami’s pulse thrums in the hollow of his throat when he realizes there’s nothing but a large t-shirt thrown over your frame, reaching right above your knees. the sudden cold air frazzles you and kento has the decency to flit his eyes everywhere but your chest.
“nanami-sensei!” absolutely despises being called that but he’ll let it slide this time — he’d usually admonish you but when have you ever listened to him? “what happened?” you hover over him fretfully, eyes wandering everywhere in search for anything broken or bloody — and you quickly spot the cut on his arm, blood slowly trickling and seeping into the sleeve of his suit.
before he can even explain you’re already tugging on his right hand and leading him into your bedroom, “let me heal you,” your tone leaves no room for negotiation and kento allows your soft palm against his —subconsciously relishing in the warmth it provides.
you seat him at the chair tucked into your desk but he opts to lean against the wooden table, much to your displeasure.
“sensei, you’re too tall. i can’t exactly examine the wound like this,” you speak softly, gentle in all your touches as you lead him back to the chair — your heart does leaps as he lets you.
“sorry,” he murmurs.
you stand beside him, holding onto his wound as energy courses through you — unbeknownst to the fact that kento can’t help but admire how mature you look right now. he’s always seen you as childish, but the absolute professionalism and want to help him exudes off of you in waves — and he’s taken aback.
he’d expected you to panic at the sight but the level-headedness you possessed right now has him amazed.
kento doesn’t even realize he’s already healed until you’re on your knees in front of him, a giddy expression upon your face as your left palm hovers over a small gash on his thigh — something kento hadn’t paid much mind to.
“should i heal this as well, too?” you question, bottom lip catching between your teeth as you glance up at him through your lashes — so hopeful, it absolutely wrecks him.
your breath fans across his exposed flesh, and your hands inch closer up his thigh, coyly tilting your head closer to his cock.
“it wouldn’t take long, sensei.” you draw out, voice heavy with sleep and a tinge of seduction.
the way you’re practically begging to suck him off has him on the edge already.
oh, how nanami kento wishes satoru gojo would unleash limitless on his ass because even death sounds better than this.
his poor morals.
this isn't a sin, he reminds himself, it's merely a little temptation.
how could nanami kento call himself ethical without knowing if he can withstand this desire? a few lingering touches on his body won’t make him go to hell but enjoying them might, he thinks.
but low and behold, he must be an adult. no matter how intrigued he is, he must not let his fantasies run loose — he needs to shut this down.
and oh, how he wishes he could.
kento inaudibly gulps as he locks eyes with you, and he curses the moment
he sees your innocent smile; so naive in your ways but oh, so ready to get on your knees for him. you don’t play fair he thinks— how can you act so devious whilst looking so pure?
and he thinks, what’s the worse that can happen?
“i’d like that. thank you.” he suddenly mutters, and his cock almost bursts from his briefs with the way your eyes shine from his approval.
so you get to work.
and kento is suddenly hyper-aware of every move you make. anxiety replacing his fatigue. he’s man-spread on your chair, giving you room between his thighs to do your job. your right palm that presses into his other thigh to stabilize yourself, he realizes, is slowly inching up higher with each minute movement.
and if this were any other person healing him, he wouldn’t think twice about it — but it’s you.
he thinks it’s somewhat cute that your drowsiness hinders your tact — but at the end of the day, it is night and he is truly not in the mood for you and your shenanigans, so he tries his best to subtly wiggle out of your invasive reach.
and, well, he makes matters worse.
with kento slowly bouncing his left leg (bless his subtlety — he gets stupid around women) each movement glides your hand closer between his thighs — and at a finger’s length of his cock.
and maybe the gods were on his side because before he can open his mouth, your voice breaks the silence.
“all done. you’re good to go, nanami-sensei!” you say, glancing up at him with a soft smile gracing your lips as you mindlessly pick at the ripped fabric of his pants.
before kento can utter his thanks, your hands retreat — but not before your palm quickly brushes over his crotch.
and everything happens too quickly for nanami — you’re already on your feet when his hips raise just a millimeter and he has to bite back the gasp that he dreadfully wants to release.
nothing could’ve prepared him for that.
these little kid games are going to be the death of him — it’s taking everything in him to not yank you back on your knees and put your hands where they so desire to be.
but, alas, he needs to take deep breaths before he loses it.
a shiver runs down the length of his spine as you hover over him with mock-innocence, eyebrows quirked, mouth open slightly — you can almost pass as an actress kento deems because he almost believes your facade.
“are you okay? what’s wrong?” you speak, adding more fuel to the fire.
and nanami suddenly feels as if he’s wrapped up in some play with an award-winning actor and a poorly written script.
he almost glares at you. almost.
but he stops himself when he sees the corner of your mouth twitch slightly — a small smirk forming.
oh, how he wants to wipe that stupid smirk off that pretty face of yours.
he prays one day you’ll get over this infatuation because his self-restraint is getting thinner as the days go by.
standing up from his chair — kento notes the way you take a few minute steps back. and as usual, he thinks, you’re all bark but no bite. just reckless.
“thank you,” he says, tone calm and gentle. “i appreciate it.” you shake your head at him, “it’s nothing, i’m always here if you need help,” you reveal kindly, eyes twinkling in the moonlight as you shyly play with the hem of your shirt.
how dangerous, kento thinks, how you switch from giving fuck-me-eyes to acting like a sweet little girl in a matter of seconds.
but, he also thinks it’s endearing of you — in his caretaker (uncle) perspective.
(he wishes this was his only perspective of you, to be honest.)
kento gives you a rare, soft smile as he exits your room, and your heart flutters at the sight.
as the door closes, he wonders what gods he must’ve pissed off in his past life for him to be enduring this type of hell now.
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kento nanami hates you.
the moment your foot makes contact with his knee, he almost chokes. fork dropping abruptly from his fingers and clattering on his plate, he knows better than to lock eyes with you — but instinct overpowers him, and he’s pissed as hell at the sight before him.
opposite him at the breakfast table is you, a coffee mug sitting snug in the palm of your hand, as you gently blow on the hot liquid. feigning ignorance must be your specialty as kento glares daggers at you and you return it with a sly grin, taking a sip of your beverage.
oh, if looks could kill — he’s so close to losing control with you.
“you okay, nanami?” satoru asks, confusion etched in his voice.
and kento subconsciously straightens up, eyes immediately glancing away from you because amid his annoyance he remembers that sitting at the head of the table between you two is your father.
(who had unknowingly been interrupted by your little teasing.)
kento nods curtly, taking a sip of his water and motioning him to continue speaking.
and he listens.
mostly.
barely.
how can he pay attention to anything but you right now? your foot inches higher up his thigh once more and he thinks there’s no way satoru isn’t noticing the way you’re slightly slouched in your chair.
kento throws in a few ohs and mhm here and there in hopes of acting interested in the conversation but the second your toes brush against his cock he’s doubling back on his chair — palm covering his mouth as he coughs.
and as kento locks eyes with you, (ignoring the death stare) you think his cheeks are the prettiest shade of pink.
“are you sure you’re okay, nanami-sensei?” there’s a mischievous lilt to your voice that has kento clearing his throat and averting his gaze from you.
“i’m fine,” he monotones as he stands from his seat, “would you mind helping me clean up?” and as he catches your eye once more you feel like a sheep in wolf’s clothing — because there’s a clarity in his eyes that says he’s pissed.
(and if satoru noticed it, he didn’t say anything — just sat uncharacteristically quiet as he nibbled on his bread.)
“s-sure!“ you flounder around, averting your eyes from his as you pick up your empty plate. your chair screeches loudly and you wince — following kento into the kitchen. trailing behind him you’re somehow feeling terrified — taking deep breaths as if he’d asked you to die for him.
heart hammering in your chest, you quickly place yourself in front of the sink in hopes of making little-to-no conversation with him — and kento somehow understands your thinking.
this cowardice behavior is not surprising to him at all — but, you should know that there are consequences to your actions — that, you can’t just play footsie with him under the table where your father sits.
you think it’s a game because he can’t do a thing — it’s not fair.
things have to change.
there’s a sudden grip on your hips, long thick fingers digging against the cotton of the sweatpants you wore as kento spins you around. the edge of the counter digging into your back but he doesn’t seem to care.
brown orbs meet yours and your heart stutters at the dark gleam in his eyes — a look you couldn’t place, didn’t understand.
“i’m not playing your stupid little game,” he growls, fingers digging deeper into your hips as he leans closer, breath fanning your ear as he mutters, “the next time you do something so profoundly stupid, there will be consequences. you get that?”
and the smirk that plasters your face lets kento know that his admonishment fell to deaf ears — that he hadn’t realized the very touch of him corrupts you; the feeling of heat gathering and pooling between your legs; the way just the touch of his fingertips lights fire on your skin.
it’s in that moment that kento nanami realizes that you want him to break you, want him to have you feeling every bit the definition of ‘fucked silly’.
and oh, the consequences are devastating, kento deems. you’re forbidden fruit - just one little taste might have him becoming a sinner for good. and that’s the last thing he wants.
but it’s what you want.
nimble fingers reach up to his mouth, dusting away a speck of bread and your thumb slowly brushes over his bottom lip.
“you know, you’ve never stopped me,” you whisper, grinning mischievously as your fingers trail down his chin and run down his chest. kento stiffens as your hand reaches towards his belt buckle, fingers achingly close to his bulge.
“see?” you breathe out, your smirk growing wider as you bite your lip.
and everything happens in a blur after that — kento slides his hand up your back to twist it in your ponytail, yanking your head back to an uncomfortable angle, bulge pressing flush against you. the ache of the counter digging deeper into your skin is overpowered by the feeling of his nails digging into your hips, a jab that could almost draw blood, but the sting sends pleasure tingling down your spine.
“there’s nothing going on in that pretty little head of yours, is there?” kento mocks — face just millimeters away from yours, a fiery gaze locked on you.
and the red of your cheeks gives him his answer.
much to his displeasure.
“you just want to be ruined by me, huh?”kento tuts, leaning closer into you — which shoots your rabbit heart up into your throat where you could feel its pulse throb.
is he going to kiss you?
he doesn’t.
instead, he mirrors your actions from earlier — releasing his grip on your hair as he hooks a finger under your chin.
“answer me.”
your skin tingles from the pressure of his touch, making you squirm, and he grins wider.
yet, you watch his smile falter when you take his thumb into your mouth, tongue swirling around the digit — and he makes a choked sound.
“fucking unbelievable,” kento whispers, feeling the tent in his pants grow bigger as it presses against your lower stomach.
you’re so fucking annoying.
it’s taking everything in him to not pin you down, tear off your panties, and put his dick inside you raw right now.
for the first time, nanami kento actually feels like a dirty old man.
god, he feels disgusted at his thoughts — how little temptation it takes to bring him to his knees.
since that night he’s had countless dreams of you. countless dirty dreams of you. countless images of him eating out your sweet little cunt and hearing your soft little whimpers. countless images of you riding his dick and begging him to fill you up.
oh, it’s been countless times he’s had to excuse himself to the restroom because it’s impossible to think of you in any shape or form where he isn’t fucking the daylights out of you.
he feels like a pervert.
to be thinking about you in such positions, to have you moaning beneath him — telling him how much you love his cock and how he-
god, he needs to stop.
this is his best friend’s daughter he’s thinking about.
satoru gojo’s eighteen-year-old daughter.
you’re a death wish.
but, kento has to wonder if finding salvation in your lips is so bad? if wanting to get lost in your hips would be such a crime? if sitting politely between your legs as his name falls from your lips like a prayer, would make him a bad guy?
he knows it would.
yet, the moment he pulls his thumb out with a wet pop, trailing it down your chin and tracing a wet line down your throat, he realizes he’s far too gone already — because he wants nothing more than to devour you right now.
but that thought is cut short by the sound of footsteps approaching — and kento is separating himself from you quicker than lightning, busying himself with drying the dishes.
your father quietly enters the kitchen, a pensive look on his face as he greets you still in front of the sink where nanami kento had caged you just seconds ago.
“what’s up with your hair, kiddo?” your dad motions, a grin gracing his lips.
you swallow nervously at his question, still frazzled by the encounter just moments ago. there’s an overwhelming feeling in the pit of your stomach as you risk a glance at kento but he doesn’t budge from his cloth and plate.
“t-there was a bug,” you stutter lamely, attempting to smooth out your hair — but there’s a slight shake to your hands that you hadn’t even noticed.
“oh! a bug?”
“yeah! somehow it got tangled in my hair — it came out of nowhere, to be honest.” you force a chuckle, somewhat relieved that he actually believed it.
oh, how naive you were.
you underestimate satoru gojo, kento realizes.
satoru chuckles along with you, walking towards you and dropping his plate in the sink.
“having fun there, kento?”
“just peachy, satoru.”
he doesn’t pay him much mind, wiping away at the dishes as if his life depends on it because, believe it or not, kento nanami is scared.
he knows satoru is sharp — too clever for his own good, already knows the cogs of his brain are moving, piecing together, and coming up with things kento nanami would never admit.
there’s no way he saw them.
right?
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like a fly trapped in honey, a bug caught in a spiderweb, you had kento exactly where you wanted him. although your hum was innocent, skip in your step peppy, your eyes were those of a predator when you glanced at him: sharp, cunning, hungry. and kento realizes then and there that he is in danger — that you do not care that your father is nearby nor are you being cautious today.
when has a baseball match’s intermission ever been so terrifying?
heading towards him, where he’s sat under the outdoor corridor of the building across the field, blissfully sheltered from the scorching sun — he can feel it in his bones that today might be his death day — that you will not rest until he is unwillingly forced to his knees in front of your father begging for mercy.
as you step closer, you can see the shiver running up kento’s spine. he’s completely at your mercy and you both know it. and it’s that exact reason you’re deliberately reaching up to his face and gently removing his sunglasses — putting it on with a giddy expression to suit.
but as your eyes meet him, you note the way kento’s brows are knit in distaste as he just stares at you, arms crossed and waiting for you to continue to do anything.
you pout at him, muttering an apology as you remove his sunglasses and hook it inside his semi-unbuttoned shirt. your fingertips mindlessly trail across his toned chest — teasingly smoothing out wrinkles on the fabric. there’s a sharp intake of breath and kento stills — palms abruptly wrapping around your wrist and dropping it — the sheer force allowing the small towel perched on your shoulder to fall.
and kento regrets his actions at that very moment.
he’s not one to degrade women but kento thinks you’re such a fucking slut when you turn on your heel, purposely facing your ass in his direction, and take your sweet time to retrieve the towel from the floor — giving him the perfect view of the shorts that hug your ass so snug.
the second your frame is straightened, kento pulls you towards him, ass pressed against his hips as he lowers his head to your neck, lips lightly brushing against your earlobe.
“you like showing that little body of yours off, huh?” he asks you breathlessly. his hands come to rest on your hips, setting your skin aflame where he touches you. you're about to open your mouth to answer his question when he abruptly removes himself away from you.
you match his pace and turn around in confusion, hands flailing around as you try to form a coherent thought.
“your father,” kento starts cooly, placing his sunglasses back where it was. “he’s watching us,” he subtly motions.
and when you lock eyes with satoru gojo across the field, you can’t help but feel embarrassed. you give him an awkward wave and he returns it energetically — and to you, it solidifies the fact that he hadn’t seen anything.
this just boosts your confidence.
“you know,” you start, inching closer to where kento’s sat on a bench behind you, “i’m not wearing any underwear right now.” you confess with a smile, standing in front of him as if you were casually talking about the weather.
kento visibly tenses at the revelation. you can tell it's taking all of his self-control to keep his eyes averted — as if he can verify that through your skirt. and he's torn - torn between wanting to see if it’s actually true or are you just fucking with him for fun.
this isn’t how things are supposed to go,
he shouldn’t want to indulge in his sweet escape — it’s only a fantasy.; his imagination at its best.
you’re off-limits — until forever.
he knows you’re just trying to get a rise out of him but kento’s more mature than that — he’s got decades on you, you’ll never beat him in a game of wits.
“you know, this game you’re playing,“ he clears his throat, eyes locking with yours as he glances up, “it may work on these teenage boys but not me, love,” he says, a confident aura around him.
and though his thoughts and words don’t necessarily coincide, kento nanami is first and foremost a caretaker — he can and will get over his little fantasy, but it’s his duty right now to steer you in the right direction.
“is that so?” you raise your eyebrows, a small smirk on your lips as you rock back on your heels.
kento nods, clearing his throat once more and you grin at him.
“okay!” and you’re skipping away, leaving him somewhat dumbfounded— but relieved.
and it only lasts for so long.
because the minute he sees you sauntering towards yuuji in the middle of the field, a mischievous gait to you — and a furtive glance back towards him; cheeks alight and teeth sinking into your bottom lip, he knows you’re up to no good.
just as the wind blows, slowly, sensually, you had taken yuuji’s sunglasses from atop his head, giggling as you put them on.
and yuuji — the absolute sweetheart — tucks the strands of hair blown behind your ear. even from afar, kento can tell that his little protege is nervous, his fingers refuse to budge from your earlobe as you both grin at each other — and the sight makes kento’s stomach churn.
god, this is what’s supposed to happen. yuuji’s supposed to be in his place right now. you deserve a normal, healthy relationship, he thinks.
yet the thought of yuuji or any stupid little boy sinking between your thighs has him subconsciously clenching his fists — body tense at the thought of you on your knees for some boy who doesn’t even know how to pleasure you properly.
to say nanami kento has become infatuated with the subject of sin would be dangerous.
yet, kento has to wonder if anyone can see anything else, having seen the depth of your eyes? the mischief they hold sends a rush through him that rivals only the strongest rivers.
can one go anywhere after being mesmerized by your lips? he thinks, you make honey in the way his name falls from your lips — sweet, sticky, and addicting.
forbidden fruit always tastes the sweetest.
though, right now, kento would argue that you’re a demon in disguise.
because the second yuuji’s fingers drop from your face, you lean closer towards him, hooking his glasses on his shirt — and if kento had blinked at that exact moment he would’ve missed the way you purposely bent your shoulders, allowing your towel to drop.
the realization comes in waves, kento’s on his feet before he even realizes it because he knows this trick — had it happened to him less than ten minutes ago, and god knows he’d rather satoru unleash limitless on his ass before he allows another man to get an eyeful up your skirt.
if the other students and staff noticed kento suddenly speed-walking across the field, they didn’t say anything, just kept minding their own business — except for one person, satoru gojo.
before you even have the chance to bend down, kento’s already by your side, gripping your wrist tightly and snatching your towel up in a swift movement. yuuji is, perplexed, to say the least — but doesn’t question it as kento pulls you away.
you, on the other hand, are fucking flabbergasted. yes, you had taken this as a challenge from him but to think he’d actually do something, had your breath caught in your chest and a pang of arousal shooting straight to your cunt.
and in your stupor, you trip up yourself — knees hitting the ground — but you’re up in less than a second, catching up to kento as he never stops moving nor releasing your hand from his grip.
“you okay, baby?” a voice booms across the field, startling you both as kento halts in his tracks.
as you both turn around, you shout back, “i’m fine dad! just a small bruise! nanami-sensei’s gonna patch me up!”
nanami grimaces at your words, fingers digging into your skin and an annoyed expression upon his face as he glances down at you.
satoru gojo may appear to be a fool but make no mistake he is the sharpest tool in the shed.
you’ve got to be the worst at lying because why would you, a reversed-curse technique user, need him to patch you up? when you can heal yourself?
kento believes you’re doing it on purpose — handing him over to your dad on a silver platter.
so now he’s seating you atop the table, your feet coming to rest on the bench as he hovers over you — pretending to heal you without a fucking plaster or distilled alcohol, god this is the worst game of doctor ever.
and when has kento ever been on the good side of karma with you?
spreading your legs, you give kento the opportunity to peek at the shorts adorning your thighs — and the mere sight has him straightening up, throat running dry, and skin itching in the heat.
nanami kento is not a pervert, but when you gently grab his wrist and his gaze falls on yours; a hungry look in your eyes, a small gleam of hurt present; his resolve cracks.
“nanami-sensei, please. i’ve tried everything,” you whine, bringing his hand to your cunt.
and his eyes are flitting everywhere, afraid someone bears witness to this absolute deprave scene.
it’s his luck that he locks eyes with satoru across the field — and he thanks god that your back is towards your father.
“please,” you sob out, breaking his eye contact with your father.
and nanami kento is sorry, fuck, he’s so sorry. satoru doesn’t understand how long he’s been holding back — he needs to do this. he deserves this after all the teasings he’s endured. and he knows you don’t know any better, you’re just a dumb kid, but it doesn’t matter anymore.
he’s going to take you in every way he’s ever fantasized about.
kento’s free hand moves to bunch the fabric of your skirt, collecting it and pulling it up — fully exposing your shorts to him. his hand at your clothed cunt finds its way into your underwear, slick fingers rubbing over the sensitive nub just above your entrance — and you moan at the touch, pleasure building.
“crying for dick, huh? that’s a new low for you.” he chuckles, and you don’t have the brain power to respond — too focused on the movements of the broad fingers you had longed for many lonely nights.
and kento feels it, the intense stare on him before he notices it; peering at him from afar with an unreadable tint in his gaze is his best friend.
oh, how ignorance is bliss.
as kento locks eyes with satoru, he slips two fingers into his daughter’s tight little cunt, breathing into your ear as he strokes your clit. the double sensation of his breath fanning you and his fingers fucking into you with such vigor, makes you shudder and push back against him. and he thinks, satoru has to forgive him — there’s no way he can pass up an opportunity like this.
to corrupt a sweet little thing like you — morals be damned.
you slip a hand around the back of his neck, for support, making your spine arch, just a bit. “look at you, your pretty little cunt is practically swallowing my fingers,” he mutters into your ear and a high-pitched whimper falls from your lips.
and it’s as if your father, from across the field, hears your cry — because kento suddenly sees his feet moving, eyes never once leaving both of you as he disregards the principal’s attempt at a conversation.
satoru gojo is quick — with his long ass legs, kento knows it’s going to take him like six steps maximum to reach here. so at his second step, he’s already pulling out of you, popping his fingers into his mouth and at the sight, you produce a sound so filthy, so beautiful that it makes kento’s breath hitch.
“we have to go, now.”
with a tight grip on your arm, kento hurriedly leads you inside the building —practically pulling you into the nearest bathroom and flicking the lock on the door.
he hoists you up on the counter, giving you no time to wrap your head around things as he recklessly pulls your skirt along with your shorts and underwear off of you, exposing the mound of your pussy — and kento is unabashed in his observation, ingraining it in memory for later.
“you wanna be a big girl, right?” he whispers, voice husky in your ear as his left-hand slips forward, spreading your legs to accommodate him.
you nod shyly, and his teeth bare into a wicked grin.
“let me hear you, angel.”
“y-yes, please,” you beg, wanting his touch on you immediately.
and kento has to hold back a chuckle at your eagerness.
wordlessly, kento brushes his knuckles across your cheek, calloused fingertips trailing down the column of your throat. wanting more, you tilt your head, exposing your neck further to him.
taking the invitation, kento’s lips finally connect with your flushed skin — drawing a quiet gasp from you as he kisses fire along your neck, wet and open-mouthed.
when his fingers teasingly brush over your cunt, a loud whimper leaves you — and kento has to stop his ministrations.
“be quiet. we can’t let anyone hear us,” he warns, voice gravelly — and heat blooms in your cunt at the thought of someone catching you.
without hesitation, kento drops to his knees on the floor before you, hooking your legs over his shoulder as he inches closer to your pussy.
and your fingers find themselves tugging at his hair as he licks a broad stripe through your folds, never breaking eye contact.
“oh, fuck.” the reaction is instantaneous; your hands fly up to cover your mouth, hoping to trap the soft cry that left you before it alerted someone.
and kento wastes no time in reprimanding you as he grips your thighs even harder, tongue flicking your clit and then dipping down to push into you as far as it will go. you whimper and arch your back at the sensation.
you cry out in pleasure once more as he opens wide and engulfs your entire pussy again, shoving his tongue deep, using his nose and upper lip to press against your clit. kento is relentless — eating your pussy as if it’s his last meal — and he doesn’t let up this time, no matter how hard your grip is on his hair.
and kento thinks there’s no greater blessing than this — being the first one to take away your innocence.
to condition you into his little fuckdoll.
kento hums at the thought — the vibration making you arch your back again and the pleasure pushes, higher and higher until you're gasping out a steady litany of muted moans and broken whispers of his name.
giving a particularly strong suction to your clit and holding it — kento knows this is your breaking point by the way your whimpers turn into high-pitched moans, hips bucking and pressing your cunt to his mouth, hard.
fingernails dig into your skin, an attempt to get you to focus on him — and you do: the sheer hunger and possessiveness in his eyes as your gaze falls on him has you unraveling, and before you know it, the tension in your body snaps, and kento has to cover your screams as you ride out your high.
“fuck, fuck, oh god.”
your breath comes in heaves, thoughts muddled as kento stands up, a prideful look on his face.
and without any warning, kento’s lips crash into yours and it’s everything you’ve ever dreamed of — rough with a hint of softness mixing with the taste of yourself still on his tongue.
god, you love him.
“more, i want more,” you whine, still reeling from your orgasm as your hands press against his stomach — splaying your fingers and feeling his warmth through the layers of his shirt. your hand trails downward until it's resting on his trousers over his rapidly swelling cock.
"this is what you're always thinking about, isn’t it?” kento questions, voice low and even rougher than normal.
"me putting my dick inside you raw, fucking you until you’re screaming my name? until you’re no longer my little girl?”
the lewd words falling from his lips have your mouth slightly agape. the intense arousal washing over you right now makes it difficult to form words.
“you want me to make you a woman?”
and your pussy clenches around nothing. the thought of him filling you up and making you his plays on a constant loop in your mind.
the sound of his belt buckle hitting the ground brings you back into reality, his lips linger over yours for a brief second and without warning, he slips his cock into you.
kento watches as your eyes roll back, a moan falling from your lips as he starts to move.
his hips rock forward, pushing all the way into you and pausing before a teasingly slow pulling out, then repeating the motion again and again. fingers clenched in time on your hips with his movements.
kento’s ashamed to admit to himself how many times he’s been plagued with dreams of you just like this; beneath him, cheeks flushed and plush lips kiss-swollen as you moan for him, gripping onto him like he's your very own lifeline.
low, incoherent whimpers tumble from your lips in a constant drone of sound, and it’s like music to his ears.
“just like that, angel, perfect.” kento coos, bringing his left hand to your heat, fingers hovering over your sensitive bundle of nerves.
tears are forming in your eyes, and kento thinks take it while your head is all fuzzy. let him make all the hard decisions from now on. just focus on getting fucked, it’s all you ever wanted, right?
“is it as good as you dreamed?” he inquires, rubbing small circles over your nub — and all you can do is sob.
it’s too much.
and too little at the same time.
“i want more. please, sensei, please.” god, you were meant to be like this, mindless and dumb while you beg for him to touch you.
“getting desperate huh? such a pretty look on you.” kento teases — and as he’s about to fasten his pace, there’s a knock on the door.
“baby? are you okay?” your father calls out to you, and the tension in the room increases. kento’s pulling out of you until only his tip is left buried in your heat and you hold your breath, waiting to see if you're supposed to answer him.
and kento motions for you to do so.
just as you’re about to open your mouth, he's slamming back in again, setting a rapid rhythm that has you biting the skin of your forearm. you grip the edge of the counter, the force of his thrusts causing you to slide forward incrementally. voiceless words are pouring out of your mouth, and kento watches with a shit-eating grin at your dilemma.
“i-i’m fine dad! i’ll be o-out soon!” your voice is shaky as you put every ounce left in your body into talking.
“where’s nanami?”
fuck, satoru gojo has the worst timing ever, you think.
and as the man in question continues his ministrations from earlier, adding more pressure to your heat with his fingers, you believe he’s a sadist.
you close your eyes, trying to be as quiet as possible with your whimpers and tiny moans between each thrust. every word formed in your brain washed away instantly.
“i-i don’t know, dad!” was all you had the energy to muster. brain too muddled by kento’s erratic thrusting now, rhythm jerky.
“come on, angel,” he whispers, feeling a familiar burn in his blood — you too were feeling it, pain and pleasure all mixing together into a sort of paralytic. you grasp onto his arms to ground yourself as you near what may be the best orgasm you’ll ever have in your life.
one more frantic thrust from kento and you’re cumming: stars behind your eyelids as you go slump in his embrace — breath coming in heaves.
you look so cute all fucked out.
“c-cum in me.”
you sound so stupid after being all fucked out.
that has to be the worst idea he’s ever heard. you want him in your bloodline? the gojo bloodline?
if satoru didn’t kill him for fucking his daughter, he’d definitely kill him for impregnating her.
kento didn’t say anything, just kept reaching for his high as he slammed into you, hips stuttering.
“please.” you beg, once more — and as he locks eyes with you it dawns on him how much you want to be dumbed down to something incapable of independent thought.
something weak and needy and disgusting and his.
and at his last thrust, he lets out a low groan before he spills inside you.
maybe tucked deep inside you is where he belonged.
and the rapid knocking on the door lets kento know that he’s talking shit.
“i’ve searched the entire building, kento nanami if you’re in there — i’m going to kill you. these walls are not soundproof.”
fuck.
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awearywritersworld · 2 months
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passenger princess — nanami kento x reader
mdni
nanami is always the one to drive whenever the two of you go places.
he doesn't mind your music taste for the most part, but you do have a few playlists he doesn't necessarily enjoy. he always gives you aux privileges anyway.
he loves seeing the smile that graces your lips whenever you sing along.
and even though he isn't a fan of driving with the windows down, he never says anything when you open yours as far as it will go.
he thinks you look pretty with your hair all unkept, and he appreciates that it gives him the opportunity to tuck it behind your ear whenever you get to where you're going.
nanami is a man that values rules and safe guards, including when it comes to keeping both hands on the steering wheel, but he always reaches across the console and firmly grips the space above your knee as soon as he puts the car in drive.
he can't bear to miss out on the shy expression that crosses your features as a result. it's just too cute.
so the first time you hear him casually refer to you as his passenger princess, you decide that maybe it's time you did something to make his time in the car just as enjoyable as yours.
when you unbuckle your seatbelt in the middle of the highway and lean across the console, he peeks at you out of the corner of his eye.
"sweetheart? what're you doing?"
"nothing, ken," you say innocently, slipping a finger beneath the waistband of his pants. "just keep your eyes on the road."
a few moments later, a shaky breath passes his lips and his fingers thread through your hair.
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actuallysaiyan · 2 months
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I Think You're Holding The Heart Of Mine(Part I)
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warnings: fluff, mutual pining, office relationship, mommy and daddy relationship
word count: 1.1k
pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem!Sorcerer!Reader
summary: as you're lost in thought about your life as a sorcerer and teacher at Jujutsu High, your work husband comes by to surprise you with lunch. and he suggests going to that little pub you enjoy for dinner...only to have Itadori-kun ask such a shameless question
a/n: This is very much inspired by the thirst and fic that @carnal-lnstinct sent in and wrote! I didn't think this would be a multiple part fic, but here we are! I hope to update this little story regularly.
Part two!
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Your mind is clouded as you sit at your desk, paperwork forgotten in front of you. Despite the fact that you’ve settled in well at Jujutsu High, you were wondering where this position may lead you. You were wondering if things would evolve into something more than this. Life as a Jujutsu sorcerer was tough enough as it is, but someone was always there to make you feel more at ease.
It started small too, just him being kind to you behind those stoic glances and authoritative words. You were beginning to tear down those walls and see the true Kento underneath it all. And all this because you had proclaimed he was your work husband. It wasn’t something he truly loved to hear at first, but as you continued to treat him kindly, Kento was beginning to love the special treatment.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock at your office door and you look up to see the man in question. He’s got a paper bag full of food for lunch and there is a tiny grin on his face as he sees you. Your heart skips a beat at the way he’s playing into this role more than you ever expected him to. You beckon him closer and he sits down on the chair that faces yours. The bag is placed on your desk and your stomach growls the moment you can smell the many scents of spices.
“I got your favorite, honey.” Nanami loves calling you pet names, but it’s always with that teasing tone.
“Awh I should have known my sweetheart would know just what to perk me up.”
He pulls out the boxes of take-out and hands you a set of disposable chopsticks. Your heart is full of love for a man who you know isn’t actually your husband. But damn, you can’t help but really be in love with him most days. You’d do just about anything for him to slide a beautiful diamond ring on your finger.
The both of you eat comfortably, Nanami inquiring about your day just as a good husband should. You ask about his day, smiling when he mentions Itadori-kun. The first years were so special this year. You knew that Gojo had asked Nanami specifically to take care of the young pink-haired teen, but when you saw just how much Nanami took the young man under his wing, you could tell that there was a strong bond forming there.
“So our little boy is doing well,” you tease the blond man in front of you. 
Nanami blushes slightly but keeps his composure, “Itadori-kun shows promise. Despite the brash way he charges into battle, he is a kindhearted young man.”
Just those words paint such a beautiful picture. You can’t help but fantasize about family movie nights with Itadori coming over and snuggling between you and your husband. You coo softly at the way Nanami is describing the young sorcerer.
You finish up your meal, thanking the blond sorcerer in front of you. Nanami smiles, and this one is a genuine smile. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to hear you thanking him for dinner as well. He was planning on asking you out, strictly as co-workers of course. He doesn’t want you finding out about the feelings that are building so deeply inside of him. If it were up to him, he would have married you quite some time ago.
“I’ve got this paperwork to finish up, then I’m training Kugisaki-san.” You explain to Nanami, and you watch as he wipes his hands on the wet wipe provided by the take-out place.
“I’ve got to get back to training as well with Itadori-kun.”
There’s a silence that falls between you both. Your heart is racing in this moment. You just want to jump over this desk and pin him to the ground. You want to press kisses all over his beautifully chiseled face until there’s red lipstick prints everywhere. But you do no such thing. The two of you exchange a smile and a glance, and it’s almost the kind that suggests you’re both part of an inside joke that the whole world is excluded from.
“How about after work we head to our favorite pub for dinner?” Nanami suggests, praying his tone isn’t too hopeful.
You smile, “That sounds nice. It would be good to get out. It’s been a little bit since we’ve been out.”
He nods, “Yes, I was just thinking that.”
The two of you get up, and Nanami throws the trash from your lunch into the garbage can that’s next to your desk. As you come around the desk, he wishes he could just take your hand in his and walk you outside to the training ground. Instead you both walk side by side and chat lightly about work. 
It’s a mundane feeling for the both of you, but it isn’t boring. It’s sweet and domestic, and everyone knows that you two are pretty much attached at the hip. But yet there always seems to be something keeping you held back from actually making this work relationship into a real one.
You spot Itadori and Kugisaki awaiting the two of you, the pair seem to be gossiping. You always loved the way those two had grown so close, and yet…you wondered if maybe they had something similar going on that mirrored your own relationship with Nanami. You looked at Kento, smirking playfully.
“You sure you won’t be too tired to take your poor wife out to dinner tonight?” You practically purr in his ear.
Nanami shudders, “Please, have a bit more faith in your sweetheart, dear.”
Just the sound of his voice calling you dear has you wondering if you should just confess right here and right now. You want to tell him how badly you have fallen head over heels for him, but you also wonder if that’s just not the right choice. You look at him once more, and you lean in the smooth the collar of his shirt and the lapels of his jacket. His heart skips a beat when you’re this close to him.
“Well, I suppose I have faith in an old man like you.” You rib him, laughing at his reaction.
“You’re three months older than me.” He says, a smirk spreading on his face.
You groan, “Please, don’t remind me.”
You two begin walking over to the first years you’re responsible for. With a final promise to go out for dinner, you part ways. It’s only then you hear Itadori asking your work husband.
“Nanamin, are you sure you and her aren’t actually married?”
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elenadvrx · 1 month
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for all you readers whom i've hurt with my previous nanami fic, this is for you. sorry (but not really hehe).
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heart beating wildly, you wake up with a start and a little disoriented.
"na-nanami? darling, w-where are you?" tears were trickling down your cheeks, feeling the emotions brought on by the nightmare.
"hmm? sweetheart?" a deep, groggy voice cut through the haze of terror you were experiencing and you snap your head towards your husband's voice. wanting to feel him- to reassure yourself that he is still in one piece, you pat down his body and his face, struggling to keep your eyes focused on his features.
"my love, please don't ever leave me." feeling his hard and sturdy form under your hands brought on a great relief, causing more tears thinking about the nightmare you just had.
"hey, sweetheart, shh don't cry, what happened?" hearing the way you cry broke his heart, especially when he doesn't know what exactly is causing you to cry. "c'mere, tell me what's making you cry yeah? tell me who i need to fight."
hugging him tightly while you cry against his neck, you feel his big hands stroking your back up and down to comfort you. he feels so warm and alive. and you keep telling yourself that as you tried to get your words out without choking. he is indeed alive and well.
"i- i just had a nightmare that you were dead. all i had of you was your tie. nanami, you were dead!" recollecting the horrifying details of seeing your husband dead in front of you makes you grip him even tighter, not wanting to let him go for a second.
"sweetheart, i can't exactly fight a nightmare, can i?" chuckling, nanami gives you reassuring kisses on the top of your head, whispering sweet nothings to your ear.
"i'm here, and i will always be here. we'll grow old together and buy a retirement house in kuantan where we can read all we want and eat all the food they have to offer. i'm here, my love. i love you too much to leave you all alone."
your tears had slowly subsided hearing his voice, doing all he can to still the terror that was clutching onto your heart, grounding you to him. breathing in deep, you smell the familiar cologne, as subtle as it is. with a shaky voice, you softly confess "i love you too."
while stroking your head, nanami pulls back slightly to meet your eyes, cooing sweetly when he see your slightly swollen, watery eyes staring back at him. "i know, baby. no more crying, okay?" he brushes his lips slightly against your eyes, thumbing away the remaining tears left on your cheeks.
seeing his soft gaze and obvious love for you on his face, you can't help feeling a little bashful. you're sure he could feel your cheeks getting warmer.
"you're. so. adorable." bringing you back to his embrace after kissing your lips in between the words, he slowly lulls you back to sleep, hoping that this time you'll sleep soundly and peacefully.
"sleep, my love. i'll still be here when you wake up."
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˚‧ ✰  ˓ ˖ SECRET-GO-ROUND | ˚。 nanami kento x female reader ᨀ minors do not interact˓˓WORD COUNT ᨀ 7.8k˓˓ furueru kuchibiru!retelling, college!au, professor!nanami, uni student!reader, bratty!reader, age gap (nanami is in mid/late 30s, reader is in 20s), teacher-student relationships, carnival dates, a sprinkle of fluff 'n' angst, public sex, unprotected sex, blowjobs, exhibitionism, praise kink, quickie on a ferris wheel, creampies, money shots, sensei kink, anal play, fingering, degradation + reader is a lil manipulative. @SYNOPSIS ᨀ kento is in a secret relationship with his student, but when he loses a bet to her, he has to take her on their first date in public. @SATORHIME SAID ᨀ this is my first long fic since the spring and i'm so excited for u to read it !! (/ε\*) i hope u babies enjoy this nasty lil piece i cooked up in my candy store MWAH !!
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nanami kento is a hypocrite. 
he demands professionalism and punctuality from his students and he does not believe in making mistakes that can be avoided in life. his entire day would be ruined if he walked down a sidewalk and stepped in chewing gum when he could have taken the train, yet he detests tardiness. he grimaces at late assignments, typos in emails, and clucks his tongue at mispronounced words during oral presentations, even though, out of every faculty member and student at the university, he may be the one making the biggest mistake of them all.
it's surprising because nanami conforms to the standard. he studied law because he respected the structure of rules and resonated with upholding order and justice. he takes the moral high ground above his immature colleagues who refuse to grow up even though they're well past the age of thirty. much to nanami's delight, they stopped inviting him out on weekends because he couldn't stop sneering in disgust at their conversation, threatening to report toji, satoru, and suguru after they attempted to coax him into their long running competition of letting their good looks and expensive doctorates seduce starry-eyed students into fucking them for sport; tallying up each other's scores from their game like athletes every monday morning.
but yes, nanami kento is still a hypocrite.
because he is the only one with a student walking around his apartment half-naked right now.  
of course, nanami knows better than that. he barely dated through his long years of school, too focused on hanging up degree after degree in his parents’ living room to have time for anything more than a couple of flings and failed dates. and now four years into his tenure, a brilliant professor with a heap of accolades under his designer belt, he fell in love with you, his pretty little student.
he doesn’t know how it happened when the two of you are complete opposites— nanami is a jaded homebody that rejects human interaction and you are a firecracker full of energy in constant need of his attention. it wasn't even supposed to happen, but it's been a downward spiral of forbidden feelings since that one fucking evening you stayed behind after class to discuss your law research paper with him. you'd ended up hitting it off— you found nanami handsome, confident, and easy to talk to. confiding in him about your worries over getting good grades and making your family proud, and somehow that conversation ended with you being fucked over his desk for the first time. in truth, he had expected you to have your fill of a fantasy you wanted to play out and skip onto the next after that, but you didn’t seem to care about any of the other boys who looked at you around campus.
instead, you were satisfied with wriggling your way into his heart, one swish of your plush hips at a time. 
you’ve wriggled your way into his home as well, peeking your head curiously into his bedroom now. you find nanami still asleep on his back— his legs tangled in the bamboo sheets and one muscled arm thrown across his handsome features, shielding his eyes from the light beams. your eyes rove over his shirtless form, the morning sun illuminating the chiseled grooves of his toned abs— catching onto the fine dusting of golden hairs over his adonis belt. though he ignores the silly effect he has on you and the other students, your professor is easily the most beautiful man on campus and you could stare at him all day.
but not right now. a pout shapes your lips in disappointment because you rarely see nanami anymore. he’s busier than ever now between classes starting back up at the university, the cases he handles at the firm, and writing his faculty book. today is the first day he’s been free in almost a month, and he plans on sleeping the entire day away? that won’t do.
you tiptoe into the room, crawling onto the pillowy mattress to straddle nanami’s narrow hips. the warm weight rouses him, but his eyes remained shut, a soft groan rumbling behind his ribcage. 
“it’s too early for you to be in my lap, little love,” his voice is rough and syrupy with sleep, making you suck your bottom lip into your mouth at the sound of it— but you’re determined not to let his attractiveness ruin your plan for the day. “come on, get off.” 
“well, it’s too late for you to still be in bed, damn it,” you huff, peeling his arm away from his face to cup his cheeks. you watch as horizontal lines appear in his forehead, and you hurry to continue, “today is your day off, kento-sensei. i was thinking.. maybe- let’s go out on a date!” 
nanami’s café au lait eyes flicker open with a speed that startles you, fixed on your pretty face. you’re wearing his shirt and there’s a pillow mark on your cheek, hair messy from sleep. he feels his chest cave in because there’s nothing he wants more than to take you out to see the world and share your beauty with it. instead, a weary sigh exhales from his nostrils and it sounds like a declination. 
“you’re going to say no, aren’t you?” 
“yes, you know that we cannot be seen together. what will you do if someone recognizes one of us?” 
“we’re a couple, aren’t we? why are you always so worried about someone seeing us. c’mon, kento-sensei- i want to go to the carnival that's in town. we can even wear disguises!” you try reasoning with him melodramatically, but kento simply shakes his head at your antics. 
“i’m sorry, love, but there is too much at stake, for the both of us,” nanami says, squeezing your hip in apology. you frown— you hate being coddled by him. 
“too much at stake? like your tenure? is that really the most important thing to you?” 
“i won’t have this conversation again,” he clips sternly, propping his torso up on one elbow to narrow his sharp eyes at you. “when your classmates start rumors about you fucking me for extra credit, will going out on a date really be worth that? i’m thinking about your reputation, not mine.” 
“i don’t want you to think of my reputation, i want you to treat me like your woman,” you roll your eyes. it’s always the same argument. while nanami is content to hide your relationship in shaded alcoves and apartments with the curtains drawn, you want to love him openly. to run errands with him and sit in sunny windows at cute little cafés with him— to not have to lie at sleepovers with your friends when they ask who is the one who is making you so happy.
nanami’s silence is degrading, frustration simmering up in your chest. a deeper frown twists your features as you reach for a fluffy feather pillow, gripping both ends and swinging it down— aiming right for nanami’s head. 
he knocks the pillow away easily, unamused. “what are you, an infant?”
“argh, you’re so annoying. fine then, have it your way!” you grumble, but then your big doe eyes glint mischievousness in them. nanami can only watch with a lifted brow as you reach for the buttons of your (his) shirt, unbuttoning them quickly with trembling hands. your heart picks up to thump excitedly as you slip one side of the shirt apart, letting the fabric pool in the crook of your elbow— revealing pebbled nipples to your professor’s confused eyes. you gently cup one of your breasts teasingly, a minx. “let’s do it this way instead.” 
“and what way is that? are you trying to bribe me, young lady?” he snorts, but his eyes flicker down to the soft swell of your breasts, the knot in his throat bobbing as he swallows. 
you nibble your lip as you sit on your knees between his legs to paw the sheets covering his hips out of the way.
“obviously my bribery’s working since you’re already hard,” you tease in a saccharinely sweet voice. kento prefers sleeping in expensive silks with nothing underneath so your eyes are immediately drawn to the very visible print of his erection. you cup the bulge of his cock gently, palming it against your hand— little cunt pulsing greedily as you feel it twitch under your touch, nanami hissing under his breath.
the pit of his stomach lurches traitorously because he knows what your mushy little brain is up to— whenever he refuses to let you get your way, you’ll be reaching to hold his cock in your hand as if it is a genie that can grant all of your wishes. 
one of these days, you will drive him insane. 
especially when you’re humming sweetly as if you're folding laundry, hooking your thumbs under the waistband of his pajamas and tugging them down to his ankles. the heavy strain of his cock plops against his abdomen. you grab for it, marveling at how tiny your hand looks compared to it. honestly, nanami’s cock is just so fucking pretty to you that you long to tell all of your girlfriends about it— thick and weighty, a little darker than his body with a dusky tip that leaks so much. maybe you would leave out the detail that without proper preparation, his cock stretches you out painfully. tears and snot and limps in your walk whenever he fucks you. 
“oh, it’s leaking,” you simper breathlessly, throat running dry. 
“don’t be crass,” he scolds, but you ignore him to stare in wonderment at the way the bulbous head is drooling precum in a steady trickle, smearing over your hand as your thumb rubs against a thick vein. you go slippery, wet between the thighs at the thought of sucking it into your mouth, basking in the way his hips give a little jolt as you touch him. but other than that, he regards you with a flat look. “so what are you planning, hmm? tell me.” 
“i want to make a bet with you,” you lower your face until you’re level with his crotch, opening up and lolling your cherry tongue out invitingly. nanami inhales a serrated breath as your soft lips sucks the tip of his cock into your little mouth, sampling his taste. 
“how about this?” you continue, fluttering your lashes as you breathe in the masculine scent of his cock. he tastes good, sweet precum bursting over your tastebuds as you pause to swipe your tongue into the slit. you can't even wait, suckling down on the tip greedily, pausing between licks to speak. “if you can keep yourself from cumming until.. eleven ‘o clock then i’ll drop the idea of going on a date, but if you can’t… you have to take me to the street carnival. pretty please?” 
he pauses to think about it for the longest, and you roll your eyes, scraping your teeth ever so lightly against the underside of his length to bring his attention back to you, earning a dirty look in reward.
“i’m offended you think i’ll lose,” he snorts, but the way his hips kick as you kitten lick over the slit of his tip makes you smile. you're already winning. “i’m an adult, little darling. i know how to control myself.” 
“oh yeah?” you coo, challenging him by tilting your head down with an open mouth, warm and wet on the wide girth of nanami’s cock— drawing him in against hollowed cheeks, lathering him down in saliva that smells like mint and morning coffee. you reel back, hard on the pull up before slurping him back down in a slow mouth fuck. 
he tosses his head back with a deep huff from his nostrils, hand twitching on the bed. sometimes you hate how quiet nanami is. on some nights, after he is forced to watch boys flirt with you around campus while you’re dressed in tiny little shorts and slutty little skirts, he’ll toss you on his mattress and fuck filthy lies into you about sitting you on his cock in front of all 40 students in his course and claiming you as his girl, growling in your ear until you’re splashing his sheets with cum and crying into his shoulder because you want it so bad. but during times when you’re being bratty, he never rewards your bad behavior with the praise you work on your knees for. 
you briefly glance at the clock on the nightstand. 
10:32 AM
“gonna cum yet, nanami-sensei?” you tease on the release, his cock slipping out of your mouth with a wet pop, glistening in your spit. you smile up at him with precum on your teeth, blinking coquettishly as you let his cock plop against his abdomen, flattening your tongue to lick long stripes up and down the length of his cock. “it’s okay if you want to let go of it, i’ll catch every last drop of your cum.” 
“i’m not going to fucking cum,” nanami snaps, gritting his jaw. his eyes are narrowed and though he looks unimpressed and obstinate, he frays at the seams. “are you so hungry that you’ll eat my cum? stop this childishness and i’ll make you breakfast then.” 
“mm-! that won’t work,” you giggle at his weak attempt, before sinking your mouth back down on his cock, nose buried in the sandy hairs around the base. digging your fingernails into the olive skin at his thighs when the tip of his cock bumps against your fleshy throat, gagging around him as you struggle to swallow around the thickness lodged in your throat. mouth too small to accommodate the size of his fat girth. your cheeks are so cute, too— chubby with the strain, but you’re determined, even as thick precum drools down the back of your tongue and you choke, gurgling and flexing your tongue to greedily swallow it down. 
he’s always sensitive in the morning, waking up with his stiff erection pressed shamefully between your ass cheeks so you know exactly how to work him, a sweltering suction around his leaking cock. burning hot pleasure right into the pit of his gut. his fingers fist in the sheets and he looks so fucking ruined in the morning sun with his jaw slacked, neck blotchy and bursting with veins from the strain of holding off his grunts of pleasure— holding off his cum too. “j-jesus fuck, love. that’s it-” 
this time, nanami is the one desperately searching for the red glare of the alarm clock, eyes wildly reading the numbers. 
10:47 AM
thirteen minutes left. if he can just—
“don’t pretend you don’t feel good, kento-sensei,” you giggle as you reel back to breathe, swirling your tongue over the tip of his sticky cock. he grunts, his hips jolting desperately. “i know all of your weak spots, after all.” 
the law professor bristles, panting as he glares down at you. 
“don’t look at me like that… i just wanna make you feel good,” your aggressiveness isn't new to him. though usually you’re gooey in the head, on your back with legs splayed, letting him do whatever he wants to you— there are times like right now when you’re dipping further down to suck on his balls, weighty and full with cum, sending nanami’s hips into a frenzy. his hard cock slaps against your forehead as his hips jerk up, but you wrap your hand around it— pumping him quickly.
“fuck, i…” 
“duh-oh, i’m running oush of time,” you mumble as you suck greedily on one of his balls, watching the clock. 
10:57 AM
“what are you-” 
“you liked it when i did this, right sensei?” you hum, melodic voice like a siren on a shipwrecked shore, luring him in. devilish mouth smiling sweet as you’re committing sin, lowering further to play your dirty tricks on him— spreading one of nanami’s ass cheeks apart to swirl your tongue around the rim of his hole at the same time you squeeze his cock painfully. 
“d-don’t, darling. fuck… you’re going to make me-” 
his reaction is immediate, a big fist twisting in your hair to shove your head away from him but it’s too late. above you, nanami punches out a grunt that sounds ruined, the spongy wetness of your tongue teasing at his puckered hole combined with your firm hand pumping his cock in a steady rhythm is too much. he loses the bet with the back of his head shoved into the pillow, thighs twitching from the shocks of pleasure as long ropes of cum splashes onto your face in white strings, dripping wet down your cheeks. 
when he shoves your head away, you sit back on your heels— beaming up at him with the prettiest smile of triumph, covered in his cum. 
“that’s that,” you tease, “should i wear my white or pink dress?” 
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“we’re only staying for a short while,” nanami announces with an exasperated sigh, even as he fastens the neon pink unlimited rides! armband around your wrist. when he finishes, you beam and hook your hand into the crook of his arm— scoping out the attractions. “where do you want to go first?” 
the last day of the traveling carnival is crowded. an annual late summer tradition in your city, it never fails to draw out the numbers on weekends. lovesick couples share kisses, dining on overpriced treats. exhausted families push around strollers with wailing babies inside of them while teenagers shove each other in the queues for thrill rides, pop music blasting through the speakers. it’s a risk, the kind of location nanami would have avoided for a first official date with his student, for fuck’s sake, but he hates seeing your looks of disappointment.
he much prefers the way you look right now— drunk on the scent of buttery popcorn and sugary cotton candy— a devastating figment of his dreams, dressed in a little white chiffon sundress that whirls around your thighs with each movement. your eyes twinkling in glee behind the shades perched on your nose at the colorful tents, fast rides, and rows of sideshows.
“let’s try out one of the sideshows first?” you suggest, pointing excitedly to the striped canopy stalls lined up on one row of the carnival, adorable prizes sitting on shelves behind carnies enticing passersby to try their luck at strength tests, shooting games, hook-a-duck and skeeball for cheap prices. “you could use a win after this morning.” 
“does that mouth of yours ever know how to be quiet?” nanami wonders wearily, pinching the bridge of his nose out of habit as rosy flush creeps above the collar of his shirt. “lead the way if you’re finished making fun of me.” 
rolling your eyes, you tug him by the arm over to a shooting range. colorful balloons line up in many neat rows. the carnie behind the stall brightens up at new victims, his smile missing several teeth as he gestures to the game— holding up a handful of sharp darts in invitation. 
“good evenin’, good evenin’ to the lovely couple! interested in trying your luck in pop-a-balloon? all ya hafta do is aim and throw. hitting five red ones in a row wins the largest prizes,” he markets, “yer fella looks like he’s got a good arm on ‘em too. whaddya say?”
“it’s an obvious scam they’re running. the red ones are the smallest,” kento points out under his breath, but you shoot a glare at him, nudging him forward. he sighs, reaching into the back pocket of his shorts to retrieve his wallet, slapping a crisp ten on the wooden counter. “fine.” 
“good choice! take these darts ‘n’ give it yer best shot, buddy,” the carnie pockets the bill, handing the darts to nanami and stepping safely out of the way. 
“alright, which one do you want, darling?” 
“the big one,” you grin.
“of course you do,” the male purses his lips, folding up the sleeves of his shirt before he takes the darts. it’s attractive the way his forehead creases, concentration narrowing his eyes behind his green tinted sunglasses.  he knows games like this are rigged, but that doesn’t stop him from carefully analyzing the balloons because you want the prize and he’ll do anything for you. it’s easy math, calculating the distance between his stance and the target wall— stretching a visual line across the tiny red balloons. 
the first dart strikes out, bursting the balloon with a startling pop. you clap your hands happily in support, a greedy pang of want twinging in your lower belly as you watch his biceps ripple with the movement as the rest of the balloons bursts easily until he's out of darts— game over. 
“congrats, man, y’ didn’t embarrass yer girl,” the carnie jokes, but you can tell he isn’t happy about the quick and easy win. “which one d’ you want, miss? top’s yours to choose from.” 
“that one,” your eyes sparkle, pointing to the large pompompurin prize in that adorable little suit. you’re handed the fat plush that dwarfs your frame, squeezing it to your body in delight. “it looks like you, nanamin!” 
“oh? should i be worried about the competition?” 
“please, no one can ever replace you.” 
you say it with a teasing smile, but nanami hates the way his heart stutters, even as his mind screams that he isn’t supposed to be here with you, entertaining your girlish affections, in love with you beyond repair. 
but as the sun relaxes the sky into a dreamsicle orange, so does the weight on nanami’s shoulders. he still keeps his eyes sharp for familiar bodies, but he finds it harder to resist your energy— letting you take his hand to drag him around the rest of the carnival grounds to various attractions. spending his money on sticky cotton candy, powdery funnel cake and customized couple items. forcing him to accompany you on your favorite rides, too— rollercoasters and carousels and tilt-a-whirls until the two of you are dizzy and windswept. 
“you looked relaxed,” you hum over the noise of thrill ride chains clanking together and carefree laughter in the background, tucked comfortably under kento’s arm as the two of you wait behind three other couples in the queue for the ferris wheel— your favorite and final stop before the date finally ends. 
“i don’t have to work today,” he replies dryly, but his thin lips quirk up as if he wants to smile. 
“that’s the only reason? ken, you’re so boring.” 
you really have a terrible habit of not letting him finish his sentences, he thinks. 
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“wah, i wish we could do this everyday!” you cheer, cuddled up against nanami’s warm side as the ferris wheel begins to move, ascending higher into the sky as the large capsules sway in the breeze calmly. 
nanami simply nods in reply as he stares out of the window of the enclosed gondola, the giant pompompurin he won for you balanced comically on one of his knees. the view is breathtaking from up here. people strolling around the carnival grow smaller, the winking lights on top of the tents nothing more than tiny fireflies in the late summer night from this height. so high above the world who would judge you, it’s easy to forget decorum and feel like a normal couple. 
it even has kento completely at ease, sighing peacefully and believing that nothing could ruin the peaceful moment of bliss between the two of you up here— 
until the ride jeers and jolts to a hard stop, swinging the capsules violently. 
you hear a crackling noise from the speaker attached to one of the beams.
“attention all ride passengers!” the teenager operating the ride speaks into the staticky intercom with mildly contained panic. “we’re experiencing a malfunction and will have the ride working after a short while. please remain seated and do not open your capsule door. thank you!” 
“just grand,” nanami purses his lips in disapproval before his eyes slide over to you, reaching over to draw you closer. “are you alright?” 
but where he expects to be met with your apprehension, your answering smile is a twinkling constellation of giddiness and opportunity. after all, how could you be afraid when you’re stuck at the top of the world with the most attractive man born into it? looking at him right now means thinking of nothing else anyway. he looks good out of a suit with the outdoors on him— hair mussed up and sweat staining his pristine white linen shirt. you think about earlier today when you whined at him about lacking romance until he agreed to eat cotton candy from your fingertips, melted sugar crusted against your digits as nanami licked and suckled obscenely on purpose until your panties were embarrassingly damp. 
knowing this date out in the open with him will likely be your last, you plan on making the best of it until the very end. 
“h-hey, sensei?” you call for him, warmth blooming over your cheeks at the sudden idea pushing to the forefront of your mind. 
“mhm?” 
“didn’t seeing me in this pretty dress today make you want to fuck me?” 
“don’t flatter yourself, darling,” he replies flippantly, but you don’t miss the sharp intake of breath that rattles through the quiet gondola that betrays his answer. you looked like an angel of sin the entire day in your little white dress. how many times did that fucking hem flutter above your thighs in the wind as you carelessly bounced around, giving him a flash of your cotton panties? how many times did he have to yank it down before another man got a look at his girl— “i hardly noticed it.” 
“i could show you now,” you hum softly, never satiated. you rest your chin on his shoulder, fingers playing along the top of his thigh. “you could fuck me right here and no one would know. we’ll be here for a while…” 
“you force me to come on this date with you during my day off, now you want sex too? you’ve been hanging around frat boys too much,” he deadpans, but his cock twitches in traitorous interest against his inner thigh at your nasty little proposition. it’s hardly appropriate and he shouldn’t allow you to crawl onto your knees and plop right into his lap, but nanami can never find the willpower to deny you whenever you desire something that he can provide. “need i remind you that we’re in public? what are you-” 
“don’t be mean to me, sensei. i didn’t get to cum this morning, you know,” you whine childishly with a blubbery pout to goad him. you’ve always been insatiable and greedy, the simple thought of being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel with nothing else to do but wait to be rescued swirling a lusted ache into your cunt for him, needy and pulsing. 
“if we would’ve stayed home per my suggestion, i would’ve taken care of this here,” he tuts, his voice clipped and hard as he gestures to the way you’re already squirming against his thigh. “you just can’t wait for me, can you? even after class, you always have to sit on my cock before we get home. what am i going to do with you?” 
“i-i can’t help it,” you bundle the hem of your dress against your hips as you lean back, the center of your panties soaked and sticky wet between your puffy lips. he can’t see the damp patch waiting there for him, but he can feel it. wetting the cloth of his shorts down where you squirm and wriggle. the lights on the beams of the ferris wheel rotate into the gondola, flashing neon rainbows across your and nanami’s features in the quiet dark, allowing you to see the way his honey brown eyes darken to black. 
“stop thinking so much for once and pass the time with me,” you continue, purring the words against his neck. you move closer, your breasts pressed up against the damp linen of his shirt as you run your tongue over the sharp cut of his jawline, inhaling the spicy scent of his sweat and tom ford aftershave. your next move is the last bit of convincing he needs, fingers slipping between the gap of your bodies to palm the fat line of his growing erection. “y-you’ll fuck me, right nanami?” 
nanami grits his teeth as he feels his cock thicken in arousal, staving off a groan. his fingertips itch with the desire to touch you. he doesn’t know what has the biggest affect on him right now— the high altitude, the memory of your cute little throat struggling to swallow around him first thing in the morning, or just you in general. wearing a sundress shorter than some of his work shirts and begging him to fuck you on a ferris wheel.  
“come here, pretty little thing,” nanami murmurs huskily, squishing his big fingers into your soft cheeks to draw your lips to his for a kiss. he never fails to make stars bust behind your eyelids when he touches you— bold and bratty until you’ve gotten your way and he’s in the lead, letting you squirm on his lap. your cunt gushes at the kiss alone, warm and wet and forbidden as nanami tongues over your bottom lip— sucking it into his mouth, kissing you to a swell until you open for him obediently and he’s fully in control. searing licks of his tongue as he explores you.
the kiss is sloppy, just how you like it. challenging a clean-cut man like nanami who lives by the book into swallowing your soft whines and moans, into swapping strings of bubbly spit that tastes like cotton candy and caramel apples. 
“you’re so messy, even in public,” he chides, breaking the kiss to give you room to breathe but you chase it, nipping his upper lip with your teeth hard, nanami grunting low in his chest before you soothe the sting with your tongue. he pinches your chin between his fingers, twisting your head to the side to redirect his mouth to your neck. he knows better, but you cloud his judgment— murk up the waters of his mind as he fastens his lips onto a spot against your neck, suckling at the skin until the capillaries burst and his mark blooms slow. 
“o-oh-” 
“you’re even messier down here, aren’t you? filthy girl, how long have you been this wet?” he groans lecherously, fitting a hand between your spread legs and his thigh so he can twist the front of your ruined cotton panties against his fist, drawing them upwards so the damp fabric wedges painfully against the seam of your unused cunt. 
“that h-hurts, ken,” you whine, but it whispers off into a blissful sigh as nanami shifts the fabric, rubbing raw against your slit. with his free hand, he tugs the sweetheart neckline of your dress to press wet kisses over your chest with a hum. 
“i’ve got you, darling. i’ll take care of it- make it all better,” he promises, and just as he’s about to jerk your panties to the side and put his fingers on your pussy, the intercom crackles in a tinny screech— 
the two of you startle, chests heaving breathlessly and hearts thumping tandemly in erratic rhythms. 
“attention all ride passengers,” the voice is unfamiliar, clearing their throats before continuing, “the ride will be back in working condition in an estimate of thirty minutes. thank you for your patience and we apologize for the inconvenience.” 
thirty minutes. 
“n-nanami-sensei, h-hurry up! please, before-” you whisper out in a frantic breath, fumbling for the loops of his belt to unbuckle it.
“hush, i promised i would take care of it,” he grunts, as unhurried as ever as he swoops his head down and fastens his lips around your nipple over the material of your sundress, suckling the bud until he feels it peak against his tongue, until the fabric is soaked in his spit and your pussy clenches hungrily in need. he nibbles at the bud, torturing you— pinching it between his teeth, bringing irritated tears to your eyes at the little twinges of pain. “alright now. i want you to take my cock out and rub it through your messy little slit, can you do that for me?” 
“can i sit on it?” you flutter your glistening eyelashes at him as he reels back, leaning against the bench of the capsule, letting you twiddle the buttons of his shirt apart first— revealing golden skin and the ripples of his washboard abs before you continue, sliding the zipper down on his shorts. kento’s cock is fully hard when you draw it against your palm, warm and twitching when you squeeze it experimentally. 
“what did i teach you? haste is the enemy of quality.” 
“god, y… you’re so annoying,” the gondola is too dark to see, but you know what it looks like from memory alone. his cock bounces between the two of you, slapping against your belly button, the mushroom tip leaking foggy droplets down the thick shaft. your tongue feels like cotton in your mouth as you wrap your fingers around it firmly, spreading tacky precum as you pump him slowly.
he tugs your panties to one side as you lift up just a little, letting nanami’s cock bend along the line of his thigh— long and hard under your ass when you sit down against it. he knows that the two of you are running out of time; he can’t tease you like he does at home or in his office after hours, boring you with philosophical quotes or quizzing you with topics you don’t pay attention to in his class and forcing you to sit on his cock for hours when you answer incorrectly. drool floods your mouth at the delicious friction as you hump your pussy over his cock desperately, wetting him down in strings of slick;  your puffy clit rubbing against the flared head, but it's not enough. 
“n-nanami-sensei, c-c’mon, this isn’t fair-” you pant into the crook of his neck, oversensitive and strung out, swiveling your hips in a slow circle, grinding your clit down hard until it feels sore.
“what isn’t fair, little darling?” nanami chuckles in amusement, but he sounds like ruination, voice gravel on stone. he slips the straps of your sundress from your shoulders to press kisses to your heated skin. he forces the fabric down further, just until one of your nipples are exposed and he can wrap his lips around the bare skin, suckling it against his tongue. he drags his cock away from your folds, slapping it hard against the coarse curls at your mound. “you think i'm unfair because you want my cock inside you around all of these people and i won't give it to you? when will you ever learn propriety, hmm?” 
“n-not ‘til you fuck it into me, kento-sensei,” is your petulant response, gripping the skirt of your sundress dress until the skin of your knuckles feel taut. it’s unfair that he makes fun of how much you want him, it's unfair that he has all of that cock but he won't let you fuck yourself on it, it's unfair but you let it happen— wriggling in anticipation, letting him slap the tip of his cock against your clit and tease you out as you moan for it dumbly. “wanna sit on it your cock so i can learn something!” 
“why do you think you deserve it?” 
the effect he has on you is dangerous. maybe you’re naïve and reckless with your heart, the dewy-eyed college girl helplessly in love with her professor— but no one has ever made you feel the way that he does, not the shitty frat boys or snobby trust fund babies that chase your cute smile and pretty skirts at parties and in hallways. while he thinks you’re using him to fulfill a fantasy, you’re simply unable to convey your feelings into actual words. it’s more than just wanting to fuck him because you’re good at it and it feels good. instead, it’s because when his cock is stretching you out, the two of you joined in the most intimate way possible, it’s forbidden words left unsaid. you deserve him because you lo— 
“buh-..’cause you always gimme what i want?” is how you choose to respond instead.
“incorrect answer as always, brat,” he scolds, reaching around to deliver a punishing slap to your ass, making you cough out a yelp. “sit on me, even though you don’t deserve it.” 
oh.
you glance out of the window behind kento’s head. it’s too dark to see inside of the other stranded gondolas below you, but you wonder if they can see you. if the other couples are watching as you lean up on sore knees, smearing his precum along your folds as his cock swipes through your slit until the fat head catches on your entrance and you hear him hiss.
your heart thuds painfully against your ribs, the familiar feeling of delicious fear at the sheer size of your professor’s cock setting an ache in your belly. you widen your thighs, your knees scratching against the rough material of the bench as you reach down to spread one of side of your folds apart, opening yourself for him. but as you plan to sink down slowly, carefully, the ferris wheel suddenly rocks, spearing you down too fucking quick on the blunt head of his cock—
“w-wait, k-kento-sensei-!” your abrupt shriek rings out in the silence as you scramble desperately to wrap your arms around his neck for support. glassy tears spring hot to the corner of your eyes, the stretch making your sore cunt flutter around him tight and desperate as your knees try to snap shut against his hips uselessly. you try to hold yourself from sliding down on him any further until you're ready for it, but you’re so fucking wet that your pussy greedily sucks in the rest of his inches and your thighs give up against the strain, weight forcing you down to sit flush against his lap— jutting his cock up against your womb with a deep twinge.
“take it easy, darling girl,” he bites out behind clenched teeth as his head tosses back against the window, his groan vibrating against your bodies. fingers digging deep into the soft skin of your hips at the intrusion, the sensation of your pussy sinking down on his cock is too much— breaking him out into a cold sweat, feverish. you're so small, tightening around him until he feels like choking. his calloused hand tries to rub soothingly over the soft dimples of your lower back, but he’s just as fucked out as you.
“i-i can’t-!” you cry out, trembling in his arms and clinging to him hopelessly, snot bubbling in your nose and mascara staining your cheeks. you shift experimentally and you feel your stomach lurch with a wet gasp punching from your lips, but there’s no real time to get used to the stretch of his cock inside of you and you know it— not when the mechanics are close to fixing up the broken ride. “n-nanami-” 
“you can do it, love,” he coos, kissing the temple of your sweaty forehead with the tender care you deserve for trying to accommodate his fat girth. he rewards you by fanning his hand over your belly, thumb dropping upside down to rub through your folds, fucking it over your swollen clit in squishy circles. “show me how well this pussy can take me.” 
you nod dumbly, the pleasure singeing your nerves raw as you shakily lift out of his lap before sinking again, his cock disappearing against your gummy walls with a thick push that squelches lewdly on the draw in. it’s overwhelming and so fucking good, your hand slapping against the window behind his head for leverage— leaving a print in the condensation. “eugh- f-fuck, kento-” 
there’s a different kind of stroke to a cock when you’re not allowed to have it. sweet punishment for your sins because you aren’t supposed to be here with your professor, fucking him at all, let alone in public. forced to settle for short, deep drops of your hips instead of bouncing high and spreading it out— keeping him snug against your cervix in order not to rock the capsule too much. it’s messy and your cunt loves it, slick spreading along your thighs, gushing down the length of nanami’s cock. 
“ah, look at you. you love this, don’t you? you wish someone would see. it’s like you want to get caught so everyone will know who this cunt makes the sweetest sounds for,” nanami rasps out, thumbing your clit faster now, leaving his fingerprints under the hood of the sore nub. he widens his stance, spreading his feet apart to force you to sink deeper into his lap— hard jostles, your ass cheeks slapping down lewdly against his balls. your back arches so prettily for him that he can’t help but grasp one of your tits into his hand, bringing it to his mouth to taste the salty skin on his tongue. 
“i-i love it-! i love it s’much, kento-sensei. love you s‘much-!” you sob loudly, burning with the affection his cock fucks against your nerves. you’re drunk on the pleasure, too much dopamine twinkling in your brain to realize the weight of your confession, but kento does. heart sputtering and swells inside his chest cavity because you sound like you mean it— cock thickening inside of you. 
“fuck- fucking love you too, my darling girl.” 
the desperate rhythm of your fucking upsets the gondola, rocking it slightly, and kento loses ground— his teeth catching your nipple in a pinch that makes you fuck down on him harder. the pain combined with the pleasure of his cock dragging in and out of your cunt dizzyingly sweet. he soothes over the sting with a gentle suck of his mouth and you squirm with a whine, gushing around him even more, your sticky cream foaming around the base of his cock in a squishy ring that aids your slide.  
“we are terribly sorry for the inconvenience, folks. the ride appears to be fully operational now and we will begin unloading passengers now!” 
the intercom announces loudly as the engine of the ride cranks up on the ground, the flashing lights shining into the gondola once again. you don’t even pay attention to the bright beams, eyes rolled back and and head too full of cum to notice so kento quickly clamps his hand over the back of your head and forces it down against his shoulder to hide your silhouette in the window.
“no- don’t wan’ get off yet. i-i’m so close… wanna cum on your cock so bad!” 
“what are you going to do if we reach the bottom of the ferris wheel doing this?” he pants, his hands pressing searing bruises into the curve of your hips as he lifts you effortlessly up and down his cock, breaching your soaked cunt with powerful, deep fucks that leaves you ruined. 
“a-are you scared of getting caught, nanami-sensei?” you whine, shifting against his strong hold, drooling against his shoulder as you moan loudly. nanami answers by bucking his hips off the bench hard, letting the devastating drops of your hips be met with hard snaps of his own. 
“hush, filthy girl. you’re so fucking loud,” he hisses, his hand leaving your hip to stuff three fingers into your mouth, clacking against your teeth with the movement. “suck them or do you want someone to hear us and stop you from cumming?” 
by the time the ferris wheel begins to descend, your mind is lost to the pleasure nanami fucks into your pussy. your exhausted fingers rub furiously at your puffy clit as you bounce frantically on your professor’s drenched cock, letting the fat cockhead bully that spongy sweet spot nestled along your walls repeatedly until you’re wailing even louder, the sound barely muffled by nanami’s thick fingers.
it’s so fucking good that neither one of you care about getting caught any longer, consequences be damned. the musky scent of sex permeates the tight air, the capsule rocks violently with your sloppy movements. and how could you care about anything else when nanami grips your hair and hisses into your ear, once and for all, “cum for me, you little slut,”
“uhuh, k-kento-sensei ‘m gonna cum for y-you-! jus’ for you-!” you promise with a cry, swallowing his cock down with greedy bounces of your cunt to his lap— thighs trembling violently, eyes crossing up, blurring your vision with tears as you fuck lewdly. your nails scratch down the window desperately as kento takes over and rubs his fingers through your slit, hooking his middle finger into your cunt alongside his cock, stretching you out even further while his thumb is back to rubbing into your clit again. sharp shocks of pleasure in that final movement that burns through your veins, throwing you over the edge. 
“give me one, little love- give me one right here, let me feel you-” 
you’re wailing too fucking loud, but he doesn’t dare stop you, not when you’re this breathtaking. trembling in his lap as the knot in your lower belly bursts wide open, knees clacking against his hips as your orgasm curls your toes, washing you down with white hot pleasure. you cling to nanami’s neck desperately, cunt expanding as overstimulation sets in and you splash juices against his shorts and the hem of your sundress with so much force that his cock slips out with a wet squelch, until you quickly push it back in with a gasp. 
“h-hah, oh god-!” you squeal, writhing all over his lap, cunt still pulsing and clamping around him. kento swears and you know that he’s close too, doing your best to give him a few more weak drops of your cunt on his cock. his muscles tighten and he cums with a long guttural groan that he buries against the sweaty skin of your neck, spurting thick globs of warm seed right up against your womb just as your gondola reaches the bottom of the ferris wheel— 
“f-fuck, darling. get off- get the fuck up right now-” 
you quickly climb off of kento’s lap on gummy legs, his cum pooling against your cotton panties and trickling messily down your inner thigh. you wipe your thighs on the hem of your ruined dress as kento calmly tucks his dripping cock back into his shorts before buttoning his wrinkled shirt up with an air of easy sophistication, as if he just didn’t fuck his student dirty on a ferris wheel, as if your squirt isn't soaked into his shorts and dripping onto his shoes.  
“come here, you,” he beckons, reaching for you to tenderly wipe your tear stained cheeks with his shirt, clearing up the smudges of mascara. “there.” 
you smile at him blearily just as the door to the gondola opens. the ride operators take in your disheveled appearances, but round it up to an hour of being stranded at the top of a thrill ride. what were they going to say, anyway? miss, why is that man's cum leaking down your leg?
nanami is casual, holding his head high and exiting first with your pompompurin plush while you follow behind him shyly, his arm wrapping around your waist to hoist you down from the gondola. he knows that the limp in your walk will be too obvious— you’re always so sore after he fucks you— so he kneels down on the platform, letting you climb onto his back to be carried. 
the carnival is deserted now. rides that once blasted the summer’s top hits have been shut down, sideshows boarded up for the night, and fairgoers who filled the streets have gone home by the time you and nanami make your way towards the exit, avoiding the makeshift emergency triage to the left checking on passengers of the ferris wheel even though no one was injured. but maybe you needed to let them check your heart and diagnose why you selfishly forced nanami into hanging out with you on his only day off, why you confessed to loving your professor while you were bouncing on his cock— 
why you meant every word you said to him.
“say, kento,” you call sleepily, one cheek smushed against his shoulder as your head lolls cutely against it. you hear him hum for you to continue, shifting your weight evenly as he walks out of the carnival grounds and towards the parking lot. a lump forms at the base of your throat, and you hate how vulnerable and weak you sound. “i’m sorry for dragging you out here today on your day off. you must be annoyed with me, right?” 
“don’t be foolish,” his voice is back to that endearing monotone, but he gives your thighs a soft squeeze as he strolls, pressing the key finder to his mercedes once you reach the parking lot to locate it. he's been an idiot the entire time, hiding you away like he has. “i’m off next saturday too so let’s go out on a date again.” 
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Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI! You will be blocked<3. Nanami kento x reader, MODERN AU, porn w/ plot, nipple play, vaginal sex, fem reader, pet names (Nanami refers to reader as Angel) 4.6k Words.
Written in 3rd person because I wanted to try something different. I hope you all enjoy this story as much as I have had fun writing it!
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The interaction is so short she barely has time to process it. She does feel her face heat in embarrassment. She liked the compliment and the sound of his voice as he said her name. She covers her face and shakes her head, feeling giddy like a girl with a school crush. She’s inside her apartment now, music playing in the back while she finishes the final touch ups on the painting. She’s distracted, though; she wonders what he does when he’s in his apartment. Judging from his suit and briefcase, she assumes he works in some hot-shot corporate position. Suddenly, the music sounds too loud. She scrambles for her phone and turns the volume down just a little. She pauses, holds her breath, and listens. Of course, he doesn’t knock. She’s just hoping he comes over and knocks on her door, knowing damn well he probably went about the rest of the evening without a thought of her. She sighs and turns the music back up before tossing her phone to the side and swiveling in the stool to finish the last details on the canvas. 
 She knows her neighbor, well, she’s known she’s had a neighbor, but it’s not like they interacted daily. He was barely home. That much she knew. Staying in the city, she thought things would be different, and she’d have this fabulous life. Back home, she lived a routine life of working just to contribute to society. Funnily enough, she was well off from parents she never got to meet and raised by distant relatives who only provided for her because she was blood related. It sounds sad, even to her, as she thinks about her life, but they were the facts, and it’s not like she could change them. She shakes the thoughts away, returning to mixing white into the green so the pastel could match. She sighs, her mixing coming slowly. She dips the paintbrush into the paint, and right when she’s close to the canvas, she pauses, dropping her hand. She couldn’t help thinking that something spontaneous should have happened to her by now. Sure, there were things like graduating college, but working was voided with the newly acquired trust fund. She took art classes and even got to present her work in an art showcase. Okay, she thinks, that sounds like bragging.  But, still, as satisfying as it was to have people admire her art, it just didn’t feel like her moment. Shouldn’t she have had some big love story unfold for her? She looks at the door, thinking of her neighbor. Surely, there was more to that one interaction on the elevator, right?  She rolls her eyes. Now, she’s just being dramatic. She slams the palette down, dumping the brush in the water container beside her. She stands and grabs her phone and keys. She thinks that a walk would take her mind off her depressing life story. 
Luck must also be on her side because she sees him on the phone in a heated discussion as she turns the corner to enter the elevator. He sees her as well. He could have easily let the doors close, but he doesn’t. He nods his head to her as she steps in. She returns the gesture, about to press the button for the parking garage, but she sees he’s already pushed it. She feels that bubbly feeling in her stomach. She’s going to the convenience store in the parking garage; he could easily get in his car, and she’d have another missed opportunity to speak to him. She chews on the corner of her lip, thinking of something to say, but nothing comes to mind. She realizes it’s now silent, and she looks up. He’s already staring at her. She wonders when he got off the phone and looks away quickly, but he smiles, making her pause.
 “Y/n? Right?” he asks, and she nods, clearing her throat. Something stirred in her. The urge to say something poked at her.
“Going for an evening drive?” She asks in a surprisingly calm voice. He shakes his head no.
“Popping down for a drink, it’s the weekend, My first free weekend in,” he trails off to count, “a month. Huh?” he sounds impressed.
 She looks at him with a frown, and he chuckles. 
“Yeah, that’s the reaction I normally get,” 
“It’s just crazy, sorry. You should probably get some rest,” She says. She can’t help the hint of concern edging into her tone. 
“What about you? A walk to clear your mind?” He assesses her outfit, leggings and a hoodie, her go-to cozy outfit. She can feel heat warming in her face. When he first saw her this evening, she was struggling to get her new haul of art supplies in the elevator. She dropped a box and sent pencils flying everywhere. Without hesitation, Nanami had helped her gather them before exchanging formalities, and then they went their separate ways. It was such a simple interaction, and suddenly, he consumed her mind. 
“I’m just going downstairs to get some snacks. I uh c-can’t seem to finish this last piece. I paint,” She says, flashing her hand, there’s specks of paint covering her hand from her attempt at finishing earlier. 
He nods in silence, and then the elevator dings. Nanami steps to the side to let her step out first. She smiles graciously. She wishes there was more to say, but he scoops up a basket and waves, once again, going in the opposite direction. 
*****
The rest of the night is uneventful. She goes back to her apartment. All thoughts regarding the painting were thrown out of the window. She grabbed her remote and decided to watch a show instead. It was Friday, so she had all weekend to finish.  
Later, she gets ready for bed, but sleep doesn’t find her. An ache sets into her skull. She sighed and tossed over for the fourth time. Sleep was always like this for her. She remembers the first time she experienced restlessness. 
It’s one of the reasons she pulls frequent all-nighters when she works on projects. But she was damn near finished, so why was sleep so hard to come by tonight? She sighed and turned to lie on her back. The bedding was cool, her ceiling fan blew cool air across her skin, and the control chains scraped lightly against the light, creating small white noises that usually lulled her into sleep. 
Tonight, it was irritating. She grits her teeth and rolls over, now facing the window. When she was younger, she remembers being able to reach others’ dreams. It sounds bizarre even to herself, but she remembers so vividly going from one dream to another; She hasn’t tried that trick in so long. It started when she was in grade school. She always hated sleepovers because of the strange power. When she was a teen, she tried to do more research on it but only came across a couple of stories that always ended in tragedy. She stopped traveling to dreams when she graduated college and moved to the city. She assumed it was because no one ever slept. There was always a club or an after party to the after party.  Nights like this make her wonder who her parents were and if they had this strange curse. Her heart suddenly aches, longing for comfort that will never come. 
 She goes to sit up but feels like she’s being restrained. She gasps, and her eyes snap open. She looks around the room, and it is dark, but she’s not alone. She feels the weight of muscles thrown across her abdomen and looks down for confirmation that someone is definitely holding her. The owner of the arm pulls her closer and nuzzles into the back of her neck. 
 “You’re up early,” He comments. She doesn’t say anything. Her hand tugs at the arm around her, alarm ringing through her.
“Angel?” He asks, pressing a wet kiss to her exposed neck. The feeling makes her shiver. She should be scared. Instead, she feels relaxed. He chuckles, humming a sweet tune, repeating the same action of kissing her neck. She hesitates before turning over and facing her lover. Though it’s dark, there’s no mistaking it. Nanami looks down at her with a lazy grin that warms her heart. 
She’s silent as he watches her, with curiosity brimming in his eyes. She can feel herself smiling back at him, but she has so many questions. For starters, why, of all times, did the dream travel work? And why did it have to be his dream? It’s an intimate setting that she would have backed out of had she sensed it, but even now, wrapped in him she felt like she couldn’t do anything but accept his affections.
“You caught me,” She speaks. Her voice sounds different, she thinks to herself. Sultry and velvety, unlike the croaky mess it usually is in the morning. He smiles again, and her stomach feels like it’s doing flips from the way he looks at her. She leans into him, testing the waters, wondering if he’d remember this dream at all.  He inhales sharply when their lips meet. She pulls back but is surprised when he grabs her chin, directing her lips back to him. He kisses her as if his life depends on it, like she will slip through his fingers at any moment. It makes her heart flip. She kisses back just as passionately, nipping at his lip. He gasps, and she wastes no time sliding her tongue against his; he moans in surprise, and his hand leaves her chin. He trails his fingers up her back, warmth blossoms in the caresses he makes, and she whines. 
A part of her feels guilty; this is her neighbor, his dream, and she was being invasive in participating in it. But how could she back out when he touched her like that? She gasps when his hands knead the fat of her ass, bringing her closer to him.
“Fuck” He huffs out. He pulls back to look at her. She shivers again, and her leg hikes up on his hip, pulling him closer.
“How’d I get so lucky, Angel?” He whispers as he traces the outline of his features with his fingertip, and she can only sit and inhale slowly as it happens. 
“I’m the lucky one,” She replies, kissing the tip of his pointer finger when he touches her lips. 
 He groans when she wraps her lips around the tip of his finger. Her mouth is hot and wet, making him close his eyes and steady his breathing. 
“You’re trouble,” He mumbles, pulling her closer to kiss her again. This time, it’s soft. He’s taking his time exploring her mouth while his hand roams her body. He grabs her throat lightly, holding her in place as he ruins her. His hands were so large and warm, groping her breast, he settled on pinching and rolling her nipples. He loves how she responds to his touch, her body jerking in every way as he continues teasing her. 
“Want you,” She whispers. She strokes her fingers through his hair, letting her nails rake his scalp. Now it’s his turn to pant and grunt, rutting into her. She chuckles at his reaction, repeating the motion of gripping and releasing his hair. He curses under his breath, hand going to her hip and grinds into her. She whines now. The teasing makes her pussy grow wet with slick. She can feel it making a mess on her cunt with every slide of his cock.
“You have me, angel. I’m yours,” he moans, and it’s such a magnificent sound. She bucks her lower half into him, unable to control herself now, gasping when she feels him hard and throbbing near her entrance. She tentatively reaches between them, her touch featherlight as she slowly jerks his dick in an upward motion. 
“Fuck, angel,” He whispers, throwing the blanket that covered them to the side. Without the safety of the blanket, she realizes she’s stark naked. She looks up at him shyly through her lashes. Nanami cups her face. He kisses her slowly, barely able to do that with how she’s still jerking his cock. 
“Do you like it?” She asks breathlessly when he breaks the kiss, and he nods, wrapping his arms around her middle. He rolls to lie on his back and has her on top. She stays close, her hair trickling in his face as she leans in to steal a kiss. His hands massage the globes of her ass, rolling them in circles while he grinds against her wet slit. She whines again when the head of his dick presses slowly into her. 
“Please,” she whispers against his lips. It’s all the confirmation he needs before he lifts his hips. She’s so wet he practically slips in, and they both gasp when he’s bottomed out. He trails a hand up her curves, and she sighs. Sitting up, she swivels her hips in a circular motion, gasping when she feels his hands on her ass. He flips them over suddenly so that she’s resting against the pillows again. She gasps, and he chuckles huskily at her reaction. He slips out of her in the process and unconsciously begins rutting into the space between her thighs with an urgency that excites her.
 “Wait,” he mumbles when she eagerly reaches for his cock. He pushes her hands out of the way and strokes his cock once before tapping the head of it against her clit. The motion sends a wave of pleasure rippling through her, and she has to bite her lip to hold back a moan. He does it again, this time rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit. 
 “Wanted to see the pretty faces you make while I fuck you,” he says before pushing into her velvet walls. Her back arches off the bed, pressing her exposed tits to his chest as if begging to be touched again. Nanami leans his head down to roll a nipple into his mouth. He pushes the flat of his tongue across the pert bud and then sucks it in and bites down hard. The shock of pain makes her yelp, followed quickly by a moan as his other hand squeezes her other nipple, quelling the pain. He thrust forward, hard and slow, and she felt like she would explode. 
 “It feels so good,” She pants when he pulls out. He smirks at her when her eyes flutter close, her mouth opens in a soft gasp, and she throws her head to the side. Namani takes advantage and leaves open mouthed kisses against her neck. She grabs hold of his bicep, mewling when he thrusts in again. She relishes the way he lifts her hips now to meet his thrust; it feels impossibly good she’s not sure what to focus on.
“Oh fuck, you’re squeezing me,” He mumbles, looking down at where they’re joined. He grabs her legs and lifts them on his shoulder. She moans aloud at the new angle, trying to meet his thrust the best she could. 
“ ‘m close,” She pants out, and her hand trails down her body to rub circles on her clit. Watching her bring herself to pleasure, he slows down, loves how her pussy sucks him back in so easily. He can feel how she flutters around him and knows she’s close.
“Fuck look at you; you’re soaking me,” He groans, her fingers moving clumsily on her clit, “Poor thing, you want it so bad. Here, let me help you,” He pushes her hand out of the way and brings it to his mouth, licking messily at the liquid on her fingers. She curses at the action. The way his tongue flicks over her fingers is sinful, and the image alone is enough to make her come undone. Her breath hitches as he fucks into her slowly, he uses her fingers to rub precise circles on her clit, and she feels herself getting wetter.
“ ‘m gonna cum,” She can barely get her words out now; she’s writhing, hips bucking upward as he picks up his pace. He fucks into her with reckless abandon, his abs flexing, and she feels the jump of his cock and knows he’s closer.  She pulls him down for a quick brush of her lips, and then he’s pounding into that sweet spot that makes her gush, and she knows she’s cumming
“Oh! Right there!” She shouts, holding him by the neck, holding him in place so that their foreheads touch. It’s so intimate, she thinks, the way that he whispers sweet nothings to her as the world shatters around her. She has to squeeze her eyes shut and focus on her breathing to calm herself down. He cums shortly afterward, pulling out of her; He jerks once and then twice, letting his cum splatter across her belly in hot spurts. He thrusts in again, letting her warmth engulf his sensitive cock. When he’s done, he removes her legs from his shoulders. He leans forward and kisses her slowly, and his cock twitches inside her. 
 “Let’s get some rest,” He huffs, slowly pulling out of her. He inhales sharply, and she whimpers at the loss, but she doesn’t protest; she just lets him continue running his nose against the crook of her neck and whispering how perfect she is. She wefts her fingers through his hair, holding him close until her eyes feel heavy and she feels like she’s drifting.
She rolls over in bed. Her vision is blurry as she tries to read the time from the bedside table. The sunlight is blinding, but it’s only a little past 9 in the morning. She half expects to be in bed with someone, but when she looks around her room, it’s the same cluttered space with clothes littering the floor. She sighs and rubs her eyes, trying to recall the dream. She turns over, away from the sunlight, and touches her lips. Had it all truly been a dream? Does that mean her method still works? She wasn’t tired, so it must have right?  She thought to herself. She wants to ponder more about the dream, but there’s a knock at her door, and she groans, throwing the cover off her body as she stands. She stretched, popping her bones as she crossed the apartment. Her mind feels like it’s rebooting as she stumbles into the wall leading into her living room. She curses when she stubs her toe and hops the rest of the way. The knocking starts again, this time more rapidly.
“I’m coming, jeez,” She yells out, unlocking the door and snatching it open. Her eyes grow wide in shock at the blonde standing before her. He looks disheveled and is dressed in sweats and a white shirt. The dream comes rushing back to her. The way his lips felt against her skin, the way he caressed her body, and the way he made her see stars all come crashing into her. She licks her lips, but it doesn’t help; they still feel dry, and her throat feels drier.
“Sorry, the delivery guy got it wrong,” He says when she doesn’t speak, he stretches his arms out to her, a medium sized box in his hands, and she accepts the package, nearly dropping it. 
“Thank you. Sorry, I just woke up,” She says apologetically. He doesn’t say anything. He simply nods and turns to enter his apartment. 
 She closes the door wordlessly and puts the box on the counter. She runs straight to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water, uncaps it, and downs it. She stares at the door, mind running a mile a minute. Did he know? She stares at the door. Was it really his dream, or was she that touch-deprived that she dreamed her neighbor fucked her silly? She tiptoes to the door, peering through the peephole. She knows he won’t come out, but she can’t help looking through, making sure he didn’t come back.
 She sucks in a deep breath before turning around to slide down the door. Okay, so she wasn’t figured out. Relief washed through her. She makes a mental note to sleep early tonight to avoid an accidental visit. Her eyes land on the painting, and she groans. She was so caught up in her head that she had forgotten about finishing the painting. With that on her mind, she stalks over to the bathroom to rush through her morning routine. She returns to the kitchen phone in hand, selecting today’s playlist. With the music flowing, she makes a quick breakfast of toast and a banana and then throws herself into work.
 *****
Kento Nanami woke up this morning feeling well rested. That wasn’t a problem. He needed the sleep, lord knows when the last time he had actually gotten a decent night of sleep. He yawns and looks at his bed as he exits the bathroom. He was far from lazy, but he occasionally loved to sleep in past noon, especially if work was hell during the week. He scratches his shoulder absentmindedly, his mind going back to his dream last night. The way her nails dug into his biceps when he entered her. He rubbed his arm; it wasn’t real, but he swore he felt it. Kento sighs, dropping his arm. He looks down at his bottoms, his dick rising from the memory. He could just take care of his morning wood and forget about it all, but something in his mind bugged him. He seems to remember everything except for his dream lover’s face. He frowns. He knows it’s wrong to feel sad because it was just a dream, but he remembers staring into her eyes and kissing her so sweetly. It shouldn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter. He thinks. He inspects his room, nothing out of place. He wants to shrug the whole thing off and forget it ever happened because, quite frankly, admitting that he had a wet dream at his big age was sort of embarrassing. He chalks it up to just that and leaves the bedroom to make breakfast.
* a week later *
 She’s slept like shit all week. She yawns as she scrolls through her email. It’s the middle of the day. Of course, she’d get sleepy now, She thinks to herself, suppressing a yawn. With her project out of the way, y/n had a free week, which she would normally spend sleeping, but she couldn't sleep, so she posted her commissions link online, and already her email was filled with requests from all over. She favorites several emails from galleries asking for her to send some pieces for display. She wants to participate in another showcase soon but needs a new project to keep her mind off of Nanami. She yawns and shakes her head, trying to fight the sleep. She checks the time and groans. It's 4 in the afternoon. If she can stay up a couple of more hours, she’s sure she can finally go to bed and sleep through the night. 
She hadn’t stopped thinking of Nanami. She saw him on her way to drop off the painting to her client, and he saw, even complimenting the work. Outside of that, she didn’t interact with him, nor has she traveled to his dreams. It’s not like she tried. Well, okay, she tried immediately the next day and failed. She failed to visit Nanami’s dream but successfully wandered into her downstairs neighbor’s dream. It wasn’t anything fancy, quite sad, really. The poor guy dreamt of hitting the lottery, but when it was time to present the ticket, he couldn’t find it. She chuckles and cuts herself off, yawning.
It proves futile to stay up; her head rocks forward, and then she jumps. It was now a quarter past four. She sighed in defeat.  She shuts the laptop with a yawn; she lies on her couch, falling asleep quickly. 
  She dreams she’s walking in darkness, and then she stumbles and falls. She doesn’t hit the ground like she thought. Instead, she finds herself sitting in a dimly lit room. The sun is low but still bright enough to light up the area. She recognizes the black and gold decorations almost immediately. Her heartbeat quickens; She knows he’s here. She can feel his eyes on her.
“You’re awake,” Nanami speaks softly. She whirls around; he’s got a book in his lap. He tosses it to the side and ushers her forward when she meets his eyes. She goes to him wordlessly, seating herself on his lap. He grabs the back of her neck and pulls her closer. She wants to kiss him badly, but his grip on her keeps her in place. She whines at this, and he swats her ass in warning. 
 “Patience, Angel,” he murmurs. He studies her face, and for a minute, she feels like she’s not dreaming and he’s staring at her. Then he leans in, capturing her lips in the sweetest way, making her sigh into the kiss. He doesn’t take it further; he just stares at her curiously. 
“What’s the matter?” she asks, worrying her lips between her teeth. He thumbs her bottom lip and rubs his thumb across it. 
“Nothing, I just feel like I’ve seen you somewhere. Like Deja vu,” he says. She stills in his lap, and he pulls her close, rubbing soothing circles into her back so she can relax. 
“I’m sure I’m just making you up anyway. I know I’m dreaming, but you, I know you’re real,” He says matter of factly. Her eyes widen in surprise.
“I”m n-not sure I know what you mean,” She says. She sits up far too quickly for someone who’s trying to be casual. Nanami doesn’t stop her as she slides away from him. He does watch as she walks to the window, her arms wrapping around herself. 
“What’s wrong?” He asks. 
She sighs, “I feel like I should apologize,” 
He frowns, “What for?” 
“The other day, when we uh…yanno?” She doesn’t turn around, but she hears him move. He’s behind her instantly, his arms sliding around her waist and pulling her to his chest. 
“You have nothing to apologize for. If anything, I should apologize to you. I don’t know if it’s offensive just to do what we did and not follow up?” He says it like a question, and she giggles. 
“What are you talking about? How could you call me up?” She questions. He shrugs. 
“I don’t know, but I did it today. I must’ve fallen asleep at my desk or something. You’ve been on my mind all week. I was thinking of you as I was finishing up paperwork and must have, I don't know, dream rang you?” He says it jokingly, but it scares her.
She freezes in his arms. Her brain felt foggy most of the day, and she blamed that on not sleeping the night before, but now she wonders if he had anything to do with him.
“Sorry, that probably sounded weird,” He says apologetically. 
“No, it’s okay, I just, I don’t know what to say,” She mumbles. He nods in agreement, 
“Well, what do I call you? You got a name?” He asks. It could be so easy for her just to let her name slip and let him know who she really is, but she doesn’t do it. She opens her mouth before closing it, averting her eyes when he raises a brow at her. 
“Angel? Should I just call you Angel?” He asks. And she’s quick to nod her head. Relief washed over her. 
“What’s your name?” She blurts out. He chuckles and holds her close. 
“You can call me Ken,” He whispers in her ear. Her legs buckle, and he catches her, laughing at her reaction. He begins swaying with her, humming under his breath. His hands slide to her lower back, resting just above her ass.
“So Angel, what will I do with you tonight?”
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