Nanami Kento - Blog Posts

7:3 sorcerer

[id: It's a drawing of Nanami Kento sitting on a black couch with one leg crossed over the other. One hand is holding his jacket over his shoulder and the other is holding a glass of whiskey. He is drawn with brown skin, dyed blond hair with visible roots, piercings, and regular glasses. He wears his usual outfit with an additional brown harness that straps across his torso. /end id]

🔴& 🔵 and march is no longer no draw month yay

Im waiting for them actually

bunny ears

🐝 🦋 ⚫ ☠️ by cyt

reposted with permission

crying i’m so mushy right now 😭

♡₊˚☀️・₊✧ 𝗻𝗮𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗶'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 & 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 ♡₊˚☀️・₊✧

: ̗̀➛ tropes: fem! reader 𖥔 he's obsessed to the max 𖥔 ceo x baker 𖥔 grumpy x sunshine 𖥔 she talks a lot x he listens a lot 𖥔 spoils the literal shit out of you 𖥔 mention of parental death 𖥔 major fluff 𖥔 sexual content in vague details 𖥔 alternate universe 𖥔 super soft nanami 𖥔 close proximity 𖥔 he loves kissing the fuck out of you

: ̗̀➛ words: 7.7k

: ̗̀➛ notes: you guys are so sweet for supporting my toji fanfic which is why i wanted to write another and this time its about my husband, the father of our children, the man who deserves every beautiful thing in this world. if you enjoy my work, please leave a comment, like, and reblog! thank you & ily. enjoy!

Nanami Kento entered your bakery at exactly six o' clock.  

You carefully observed the moments he dedicated to perusing the array of pastries, the vibrant mountain of macaroons, and the freshly baked, warm casse-croûte that you unfailingly prepared for him when he clocked out. There was a tender quality to his countenance, noticeable in the slight release of tension between his brows as the soft, buttery flakes dissolved on his tongue in your presence. Without fail, he consistently left a generous tip in your travel jar, dedicated to a solo trip to Malaysia.

"Did you know they've got this thing about not wearing yellow in Malaysia?" you mentioned during your initial meeting last December, eyeing the distinctive black-dotted tie worn by the stoic salaryman. "Well, not that your tie would get you in trouble; it's not entirely yellow. In fact, I think it's perfect as it is, just like your hair, which also has a touch of yellow.” 

Please cut your tongue off. 

Anticipating a polite nod and perhaps a slightly regretful five-dollar tip left in the jar, you were taken aback when he queried, he asked, “Why is that?” 

“Oh, uh . . . a bunch of protesters wore the color during a demand for their prime minister to step down," you stumbled, feeling a twinge of embarrassment for veering off into an unintentional crash course. Dropping trivia about Malaysia wasn't exactly the same as flirting. "So, it's kind of become a symbolism for protest and, well, threat. I read it in a book once. I don't know if it's a legitimate law, though."

“Do you like reading?” he asked, still interested in conversing with you. “Most people would Google information.” 

“I like reading. It’s easier to retain information that way.” 

Nanami acknowledged your gesture with a nod of gratitude as he accepted the casse-croûte and exited your bakery. Anticipating that he might not return due to his reserved nature and your awkward attempts at compliment-flirting, you were surprised to find that he was, in fact, full of surprises.

Nanami became a regular visitor. Day after day, for the past year, he arrived at precisely six o' clock. He continued his routine, whether he purchased a box of pastries, a pair of bagged bread loaves, or simply a casse-croûte and a small cup of milk coffee. You always prepared his order five minutes ahead of time, just in case you were occupied with other customers.

"Enjoy!" you chirped, casting a warm smile at the customer you just served as the bakery slowly emptied, leaving only Nanami browsing the delightful array of small cakes. "Good evening, Mr. Nanami!"

Nanami raised his head in your direction. "Good evening." He finally settled on the black forest cake from the open freezer and brought it to the counter.

"Special occasion?" you inquired as you rang him out, sneakily not charging him for the casse-croûte and coffee. There was a special occasion of your own that you were eager to share, bouncing at the tip of your tongue.

"An intern's birthday."

"Sounds fun!" You had been saving up for your birthday present since summer, and Nanami had played a significant role. "When's your birthday?"

"July third."

Your eyes widened with surprise. "No way! Mine is July sixth. We’re summer babies."

“Happy belated birthday,” he said, fishing for his wallet, gaze barely meeting yours. 

"Same to you." Offering the sandwich and coffee, you extended them towards him. "Consider it a belated birthday treat."

Nanami’s brows crinkled. “I cannot accept.” 

"Why not? It's a gift." You slid the items closer with a subtle nudge, leaving him little room to refuse. "And you've given me a priceless gift, Mr. Nanami." Your eyes hinted at the tip jar's location, which now lay empty. 

“Were you robbed?” he asked, concern evident in his voice. 

“What—? No! Oh my god. You’re so funny.” A chuckle escaped behind your fist, and he observed you momentarily before glancing away. "I'm heading to Malaysia next week!"

Nanami gave a subtle nod. Although his lack of a more animated response disappointed you, you understood that shortness was his nature. "Congratulations.”

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami. Your generous tips really made a difference. They covered half of our trip.”

“Our? It’s not a solo trip?”  

You let out a little nervous laugh. Should you really be telling Nanami about your crippling love life? Would he even be interested? Well, he seemed to listen carefully when you talk. Maybe he wouldn’t care, but you really needed someone to talk to about this. Unfortunately, all your friends were too busy with their marriages to care.

“Well?” Nanami prompted. 

"Right, sorry. It's just—I've actually been seeing someone. Funny enough, we met in a Facebook group for solo travelers. He lives in a nearby town.”

Unexpectedly, Nanami's first question caught you off guard. "Can you trust him?" His concern surfaced, causing you to pause. "I'm only asking because you met this man online. You can't trust strangers on the internet."

"Thank you, Mr. Nanami, but I’m capable enough to know about stranger danger," you said with a funny smile, dismissing his parental concern. "Besides, we’ve gone on a few dates over the past month."

Nanami's frown remained intact. "Correct me if I’m wrong, but are you paying for him, too?"

"Yes."

“Why?” Nanami asked, firmly placing his palms on the counter, making it clear he wasn't leaving until he was convinced you wouldn't get in trouble during your Malaysian adventure.

"What do you mean 'why'?"

His mouth opened but then closed into a thin line, his forehead lines deepening. "It’s not my place to tell you what’s right and what isn’t—"

"Yes, you’re right about that," you interrupted.

"—but this is bordering on recklessness. You cannot use your trip’s money to pay for a man you’ve known for a mere month. Why is he even in the traveler’s group if he cannot afford to pay for himself?"

"Mr. Nan—"

"You are being scammed." 

Your teeth clenched together. You rarely got impatient. Years in the hospitality industry and dealing with misogynistic tenants didn't break you. Even setting up your bakery and almost draining your savings didn't dim your optimism. 

But getting scolded by someone who barely spoke more than five sentences to you in a whole year of being a regular? That's pushing it.

He didn't know you or Toji, the guy you're seeing. He didn’t understand how much you appreciated him accompanying you. So what if you covered his share of the trip expenses? Toji promised to pay you back, and he's been paying the bills for your dates. They might not be fancy, but it's the gesture that matters.

Sure, Nanami chipped in some money, and you're thankful for that. But he has no right to question you. Other people also contributed to your travel fund; it's not like he single-handedly financed the whole trip. You appreciated his support, but he was not in a position to lecture you.

With a sigh, you managed to contain your frustration and said, "Have a great rest of your night, Mr. Nanami.”

Nanami's frustration was palpable as he stood firm, his gaze piercing through the windows of your soul. “I suggest you take my advice into serious consideration. It would greatly upset me if you had the chance to visit one of your favorite countries taken from you.” 

You didn't bother watching him go. Instead, your discovery awaited you at the counter—the money for the coffee and casse-croûte lay there, accompanied by a crumpled yellow note that had slipped to the floor. Moving around the counter, you picked it up and smoothed out its wrinkles.

What greeted you was your own name scrawled across the sticky note, repeated around fifty times, the letters overlapping in a chaotic dance. Some were hastily scratched out, while others were executed with perfect cursive precision. You didn’t know what to make of it.

During your confusion, a new customer walked in. Quickly, you pocketed the note, focused on carrying on with your day despite the lingering frustration that Nanami's cryptic message had left in its wake.

Toji never showed up.

You waited for him for two agonizing hours, extending the torture even more after your flight had taken off. It dawned on you that he likely didn't bother getting a ticket. He probably pocketed the money you sent him and vanished into thin air. Every attempt to reach him failed miserably—your calls were forwarded, and the fifth one hammered the heartbreaking truth that he had blocked your number. To compound your misery, you sent him a string of text messages that refused to deliver your pain. You didn't even know where he lived, as your encounters were always in the obscure locations of your budgeted dates.

The thought of reporting him to the police crossed your mind, accusing him of theft, but the lack of photographic evidence left you helpless. To make matters worse, he hated taking pictures, and you were uncertain if the name he provided was even real. All that remained was a flicker of hope that you might cross paths with the bastard and unleash your pent-up rage with a hard kick to his dick. 

With a heavy heart, you gathered your strength, brushed away the tears until not a single trace remained on your lashes, and lugged your suitcase and carry-on outside the airport, hoping to hail a cab.

The idea of facing the upcoming days at work felt agonizing, goading you to spend them in the isolation of your shabby apartment. You were engrossed in a depressing routine—microwaved dinners, aimless hours on the couch, and a marathon of old cable TV shows.

As hunger struck again, you contemplated your options. Baking seemed like a possibility, but motivation had abandoned you. Pasta could be an option, but the lack of noodles and tomato sauce made it impractical. So, you settled for the one thing that required no ingredients: crying.

At least that was free. 

Despite the inner turmoil, you mustered the strength to shoulder your overcoat, sporting your fleece pajamas printed with candy canes and well-worn second-hand boots. 

The short walk to the corner store felt longer than usual, the biting cold making you clutch your threadbare coat tighter. Your teeth chattered in protest as you entered, and the rush of warm air was a momentary relief against the chill. Fingers numb, you mindlessly reached for familiar comfort snacks—chips, chocolate milk, anything to dull the ache.

A hand much larger than yours beat you to the last packet of croissants.

“Ah, sorry.” You let it go. “All yours—” You choked as you looked up, and up, at Nanami staring at you wide-eyed, his hazel eyes flickering at a rapid speed as if he were hallucinating your presence. Your face flushed with embarrassment, and the weight of the past five days crammed upon you—his uncanny prediction, your own naivety, and the sting of being swindled. “Mr. Nanami . . . ”

“Aren’t you supposed to be in—”

“Good night.”

With a dismissive shake of your head, you left the basket on the counter, mumbled a quick apology, and retreated back into the biting cold. 

You’ve faced tons of humiliating moments—slipping in front of customers, your purse strap getting snagged in a door and dragging you back, and that one unforgettable instance when a little boy labeled your eyebrows as caterpillars in front of a line of onlookers. Yet, none of those incidents could hold a candle to the awkwardness of bumping into the very man who had warned you about the ill-fated choice of paying for a stranger's trip—stranger now—when it was supposed to be your trip. 

You felt a firm grip on your wrist, making your restless pacing suddenly stop.

Startled, you turned around to find a pair of expressionless brown eyes and a slightly out-of-breath figure. Now is not the time to ogle Mr. Nanami’s broad shoulders, you idiot!

Releasing your wrist, he handed over a white , plastic bag. With a raised eyebrow, you peered inside to inspect its contents. It held everything from your shopping basket, including the last packet of croissants. Even more unexpected, he had paid for it all. 

“I’ll pay you back tomorrow,” you assured, your eyes already scanning for the nearest ATM, just in case you forgot. "But for now." You pulled out the packaged croissants and extended them toward him. Your body was shaking, not because of November but because of how you were scammed after being forewarned by Nanami. “Please. Take it.” 

He took your small hand in both of his, the warmth immediately melting the tension in your body. “So cold.” 

A soft giggle escaped you at the obvious observation, and you placed your free hand on top of his. "So warm." Sniffling, tears welled up in your eyes. "You know what else is warm? The sun. And it's yellow. It's so yellow."

“Factually speaking, it is white.” 

You wiped an arm across your nose. “What?” 

“The sun. It’s white. It’s only yellow in children's books.” 

You weren't about to argue with the guy who vindicated your slip-ups. Still, given the circumstances, you wished he'd soften the bluntness and let you bask in the illusion that the sun was a simple shade of yellow.

"I've always loved the color yellow," you mumbled. "Maybe getting scammed was a blessing. I'd probably get fined for wearing yellow otherwise. I couldn't afford to mess up on my trip. Besides, it all depends on the shade, right? Imagine how many fines I'd rack up just testing which shade of yellow suits me—"

Nanami tugged you close, capturing your lips with his.

A sharp intake of breath filled your lungs, eyes widening in surprise. Instinctively, your hands pushed him away, fingers grazing your tingling lips.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.” 

“No, it’s okay. Don’t—Don’t worry. About it.” You tucked your lips in and tasted chocolate and mint—two of your favorite combinations. Nanami always seemed like the kind of man who would hate both flavors independently and dependently. “You’re okay. I mean—You’re okay in general. You’re not okay with kissing. You’re probably great, I’m sure.” Your tongue traced the curve of your lower lip, and Nanami’s eyes followed the motion. “Oh, God. I’m so sorry.” 

You walked up to him, grabbed the lapels of his coat, and tugged him down a notch, your lips colliding with his. 

Nanami's touch was calculated, his hand sailing onto your cheek, feeding warmth to your cold ear before vanishing into the labyrinth of your hair. Simultaneously, the other serpentined to the small of your back, his magnetic energy drawing you snugly against his chest. His warm tongue delicately swept across your lower lip, an unspoken cue that encouraged you to part your lips in response.

Nanami deepened the kiss, your tongues stroking against one another feverishly as if it were your last kiss. Who knows? Maybe it could’ve been. But the way he kissed with such desperation, releasing soft moans, not allowing you a moment to catch your breath, made you think that maybe this was just the start.

And you kissed him back just as needy.

If your hands slightly released their hold on his lapels, you'd gently cup the sides of his neck, rising on your tiptoes. And if your calves protested, you'd draw him down, wrapping your arms around his neck, your fingers entwining in his pale, golden locks. The taste of mint chocolate lingered on your lips, and a smile curved on your mouth as he stole a quick peck, pulling back just to gaze into your eyes for a moment before kissing you again.

You’re not sure how long you two stood and kissed there. Nanami was the one who always took the lead, savoring the taste of your pink, tender tongue, kissing your chilly cheeks and dewy eyes. The desire for each other made it hard to break away, yet the need for a breath of air was undeniable.

Finally, you decided to be the one to step back, signalling the end of your first kiss with him.

Your bottom lip tingled as you pulled it in, jaw aching from the infectious smile that had taken over your face. You couldn't help stealing glances at the tall man before you, who returned your gaze with a soft, almost imperceptible grin. Yet, in his eyes, under the gentle glow of the streetlight, you could see the excitement and joy of kissing you, twinkling brightly.

“I'm gonna—”

“I should—”

Both of you sighed; you with a soft chuckle, and him with a discreet throat-clearing.

“I've already missed quite a few workdays,” you said. “Gotta earn that dough if I want to make next month’s rent.” Nanami didn’t quite catch your bakery pun, but he nodded in agreement.

“Right,” you murmured, subtly veering to the side, putting on a little show as you started to walk away. You admitted it—you were a hopeless romantic. You secretly hoped for him to steal a kiss on your cheek and watch until you safely disappeared around the corner. “I’m off now.”

“Goodnight,” Nanami replied, subtly licking his lips for the sixteenth time. Yes, you were keeping count. 

“Night-night.” 

Nanami strolled down his end of the sidewalk. You followed suit, turning down your street. 

Luck had only sometimes been on your side when it came to men and their romantic gestures. Oh well. At least you experienced a passionate kiss from one of your favorite customers. Asking for more seemed a bit too much—

A hand gently pressed against your back, and as you turned, it gracefully curved around your waist, drawing you in. Nanami caught your gasp and kissed you with an urgency that doubled, holding onto you as if his life depended on it, lifting you off your toes. Three sweet pecks later, he released you, both of your faces flushed.

"Get home safely," he whispered, walking away without a second glance.

That night, you couldn't help but giggle into your mascara-stained pillow.

The morning after, you were a whirlwind of joy and light, twirling through the bakery with trays of freshly baked pastries, replenishing boxes and take-out essentials. You greeted customers with an extra dose of sweetness, and to top it off, you even handed out a tray of delectable chocolate jam cookies. And you wore a yellow bow in your hair. 

The oven beeped as the casse-croûtes finished baking, signaling their readiness for Nanami's arrival in just five minutes. You took special care in preparing his milk coffee, indulging in a quiet chuckle at your undeniable favoritism. Though the neighborhood bakery wasn't bustling with a large customer base, your attention was solely dedicated to him—your only regular as everyone else buzzed in the distant city an hour away.

With his coffee prepared and two casse-croûtes packed, you added a chocolate-mint cookie to the bag. Then, you decided to rearrange the shelves of gift baskets to pass the time. 

Setting up the ladder, you ascended the shaky steps until you were eye to eye with the fifth shelf. Heights were never your forte, which, in hindsight, was another reason why Malaysia was out of the question. The more you thought about being scammed, the more your heart wrenched from your lost trip. You’d again brought out your tip jar and prayed the odds were in your favor. Hell, maybe you’d ask Nanami to join you if you decided to take your relationship to the next level. 

As you secured the bow on the basket, your gaze landed on the clock—6:30 p.m., and Nanami was a no-show. 

Anxiety surged through you in an instant.

Did he leave you hanging? Maybe that kiss was a turnoff, and he chose to disappear rather than be upfront about finding you too overwhelming. Did your breath smell bad? Were you a terrible kisser? Or, worse, did something happen to him?

A torrent of worries flooded your mind, breaking through like a burst dam. Each imagined scenario seemed more nightmarish than the last, causing your head to spin. Recent events, like Toji's betrayal, fueled this self-doubt, made you question your intuition. While Nanami was clearly wealthy, consistently tipping a twenty each day, you found yourself questioning whether he had plans to use you for something else. As if that weren't enough, doubts crept in about your appearance and your optimistic, extroverted personality.

It started to make sense, didn't it? Nanami led a tranquil life, sticking to a routine of work and home, while you were a whirlwind of spontaneity—constantly buzzing with new ideas and discussions, unable to sit still or resist laughter at the silliest jokes. Everything seemed to fascinate you, yet nothing appeared to faze him. How could you have been so naive to entertain the thought—

“Good evening.” 

“Ah!” you yelped at the sudden baritone intruding into your thoughts. Your foot, betrayed by the unexpected intrusion, lost its balance on the step. Your arms flailed in a desperate attempt to find stability as you teetered backward, the impending hazard of a severe concussion and potential spinal cord injury looming.

But just as you were prepared to shake hands with God, Nanami's powerful arms swooped in at the last possible moment. With a secure hold, he cradled you in a bridal style, and you clung to him like a shaking puppy, arms looped around his neck.

"Are you okay?" he asked, his breath slightly labored.

You gingerly peeled one eye open to peek at him. His expression was one of calm disorientation; eyebrows knit together while his lips maintained a straight, tight line.

"Yes," you whispered, soothed by his timely intervention.

Nanami steadied you back onto your feet but maintained a firm grip on your elbows. “Look at me.” As you did, he inspected each eye closely while keeping his hand steady on your left cheek. He checked below your jaw, down to your dusty palms, which he cleaned with his silk handkerchief. He also patted down your tousled hair. "Are you sure you're okay?"

“Mm-hmm.” You could cry from how gentle he was with you. “A-Are you okay?” 

“I am now.” He took a composed breath and effortlessly retrieved his suitcase from the floor, brushing off invisible dust. “I apologize for being late. My . . . car broke down.” 

"What? Oh my god! Do you need me to give you my mechanic's number? I promise he's not as bad as the Google reviews say. He's actually quite a sweet man. And he gives me a friends and family discount because my father was close with him." You beamed, and Nanami squinted his eyes as if the brightness of your smile momentarily blinded him, but he tried his best to reciprocate.

“Do your parents live here?” 

You shook your head. “They passed away a while ago.” 

“I apologize.” 

"Don't be." You quickly switched subjects by fluttering towards the counter to pick up his items. “Tell me how your coffee tastes.” You turned around, adding, “I switched to a new brand of milk—”

Nanami pressed his lips against yours, momentarily freezing you. His seamless transition afterward could have fooled an onlooker into thinking you'd been married for years. "Thank you.” He took a sip and nodded thoughtfully. “It’s great. Everything you make is great.” 

“Thanks,” you mumbled, sudden shyness enveloping you. From the kiss? The compliment? Him? You didn’t know at all. “Do you still need me to give you the mechanic’s number?” 

“It’s all right. I had it fixed. Minor battery issue, that’s all.” 

“Ah, okay. I prefer to walk.” 

Nanami glanced elsewhere, nodding. “Then, would you like to walk with me after you’ve closed?” 

“Oh.” A subtle flicker of surprise crossed your features. Nonchalantly, you brushed a strand of hair behind your ear before smiling warmly. “Of course, yes. I’d love to go on a walk with you. Where are we going? There are lots of cafés in a nearby shopping district. I know all the best places to take you to.” A grave thought struck you just then. “Oh, actually. Hmm.” 

Curious, he tilted his head down, meeting your worried gaze. "What is it?"

"Well," you began, your thoughts taking a cautious turn, "you probably have a set time to be home unless you live nearby. In that case, we could spend the entire evening strolling around. Only if you're interested, of course."

Nanami’s lips twitched. “I live nearby.” 

“Where?” You weren’t ashamed to have been so upfront. It was more of a precautionary measure. 

And he didn't seem bothered, quickly revealing the familiar neighborhood you instantly recognized. It was a fifteen-minute walk from your own place.

"May I step out momentarily to make a call?" Nanami asked, pulling out his phone. It was the latest model you noticed—one that came out last week and mocked your own that was five versions older. “It will be quick.” 

“By all means.” You had to fix your hair and make-up anyway. 

Nanami nodded and exited the shop, leaving you to flee behind the counter. As you crouched down to check yourself in the small mirror tucked away in the lower drawer, you couldn't help but feel a warmth on your face from the unexpected collapse, the sweet, brief kiss, and his impeccable navy blue suit decorated with yellow cufflinks. Maybe a café was too casual for him; a restaurant might have been a more suitable choice. An expensive choice. However, you were adamant about not letting Nanami cover the entire cost.

Upon his return, five minutes later, you both settled at one of the three round tables in your bakery (he even pulled out your chair for you). Sipping on your coffees and enjoying the casse-croûtes and chocolate pastries, the conversation seemed somewhat one-sided. Yet, Nanami's aloof demeanor never made you feel inferior for dominating the dialogue. He listened to every word and vowel with his undivided attention, nodding alongside and adding in short sentences when he could relate to your childhood shenanigans. 

"Wait," he interrupted, causing you to halt in your tracks. The sun cast a warm glow on his face, making his eyes narrow into slits, but God did he look handsome. He extended his hand and brushed a thumb near your lips, discovering a small chocolate smudge. Swiftly, he licked it clean and tidied up the area around your lips with a napkin. "Beautiful."

“What?” 

Nanami was a deer in headlights. He sunk his head, beating himself up from murmuring his thoughts aloud—at least, that’s what you concluded. "You look beautiful," he declared with more assurance, his gaze on your face. "You are beautiful, Y/N."

Oh, my. 

Your heart was going to claw itself out of your chest. You could cook an egg on your face from how heated it had gotten. In fact, you were burning hotter than the sun, which continuously made him squint and blink. “Thank you.” 

He nodded twice, finishing the remnants of his coffee. Rising, he disposed of the cups and wrappers in the garbage bin, then extended a hand to help you stand. "I'll wait outside while you close up."

At a lightning pace, you ensured that everything in the bakery was safely unplugged and shut off. Grabbing your purse, you gave yourself a quick once-over in the mirror, adjusting your face and hair. Stepping outside, you meticulously locked the door and gates.

Without a word, Nanami entwined his fingers with yours, causing you to smile like an idiot at him. He maintained a straight, vigilant gaze, seemingly unresponsive as you wrapped yourself around his arm. A subtle smirk tugged at your lips when you felt his muscles flex.

You walked for hours, café-hopping and trying pastries, baked goods, and sweet drinks. Every time Nanami attempted to cover the expenses with his cash, you scolded him, insisting that since you had suggested the place, you should be the one to pay. It was a rule you had read about online, and all your friends stuck to it religiously. The thought of Nanami spending his hard-earned money on your interests made you feel incredibly guilty.

As a matter of fact, you were feeling guilty about tons of things. He told you he worked at an investment firm, which meant it was a nine-to-five, likely sporting a migraine he kept hidden, and now he was being dragged around the shopping district by you, forced to listen to you because he was a man who didn’t complain, wouldn’t complain, and long, story short, you wanted to die. 

“Kento,” you muttered, removing your hand from his, goosebumps rippling on your skin. 

“Yes, darling?” 

Your chest felt like it was being clenched in a fist. “I'm . . . I’m sorry.” 

“For what?” 

“For making you do all this. For making you pay for everything. For dragging you around when you're probably on the verge of exhaustion." Avoiding his gaze, you fixed your eyes on the concrete beneath you. “I know I can be too much sometimes—well, all the time.” A self-deprecating chuckle escaped your lips. "Exes in my past relationships have made it clear. I get overly excited easily, crave attention like one needs oxygen, trust people too easily to the point of getting scammed, and, well, I don't bring anything particularly special to the table. I'm sorry, Kento. Maybe it's best if we just stay friends?”

Nanami’s soft fingers lifted your chin up. Your words absolutely shattered his face, leaving you to feel worse than before. His lips were parted into a frown, his brows were scrunched up, brown irises flickering like he couldn’t believe you said that. This was the most reaction he had given you in the year that you’ve known him. 

“No,” he said. 

You blinked the tears gathered at your waterline. “No?” 

“No.” Nanami took a calming breath, closing his eyes. His forehead gently pressed against yours. “Please, let me be selfish for this once. For you. I can’t let you go—I won’t let you go."

"Kento—"

"I want to do this, Y/N. I want to pay for everything. I want you to drag me around because I’ll never be too tired for you.” Nanami drew back and cradled your sobbing face in his large hands. “I know I fail to show it, darling, but I love your excitement. I love paying attention to every detail of you because you’ve become my oxygen source. You’re a good, kindhearted woman, and anyone would be lucky to be seen by you. And you don’t have to bring anything to the table because there isn’t one dividing us, keeping us lengths apart.” His lips brushed your forehead, imprinting his words into your mind. "I want us to be more than just friends. I want us to be best friends. Lovers. In this life and the ones that follow."

You could explode. 

Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, seeking support as if the ground beneath you was about to crumble. Yet, you knew he would catch you, just as before. He was so real, embracing you wholly, both of you breathing in each other's scents to confirm a human like this could exist. How grateful you were he stumbled into your bakery that one rainy night, and how grateful he was that you offered him free coffee and a casse-croûte while he was freezing and trembling. His presence brought life to your bakery, gave you something to look forward to when you were at your lowest, and you gave him . . . everything. You were his everything since the first day. 

As the shared silence lingered, Nanami's phone shattered the moment, its nosy ring cutting through the haze. You instinctively stepped back, but he clung to your hand as if afraid you might slip away.

Never, Nanami Kento. You’re stuck with me. 

When he took out his phone, you caught a glimpse of the contact name: Satoru (assistant). 

Before you could process the fact Nanami had an assistant, he swiped right. “Yeah?” 

The voice on the other end resonated with loud cheerfulness in the quiet alleyway. Nanami half-rolled his eyes, letting out an exasperated sigh. “Very well. Leave it there. I’ll be there when I want to.” 

The assistant chuckled and sang his goodbye, the cheerful tone abruptly cutting off as Nanami ended the call and slid his phone back into his pocket.

“Do all stockbrokers have assistants?” 

He tilted his head. “I’m not a stockbroker.” 

“Oh? I’m sorry. I assumed because you worked at an investment firm.” 

“Yes, I was a stockbroker.” He nodded, warming your hand in his, then casually added, “But I own a firm now.” 

Your brows hit your hairline. “That’s amazing!” 

“Thank you. We have several locations around the country. Kento Investments. Have you heard of it?” 

Heard of it? You were a client some time ago when you were starting your bakery. All you encountered were glowing reviews about their ethical practices, a refreshing leave from the scheming ways of most investment firms that had previously taken advantage of you. It stood out as the industry leader in your research, and the team was lovely in guiding you through the process, so much so that you even invited them to your grand opening.

"Ah, you have." Nanami grinned, gently tilting your chin upward and closing your gaping mouth. "Therefore, my darling, don't feel guilty about me covering the expenses. I'm quite secure in my position to support both of us for centuries."

All you could manage was a disbelieving chuckle as you rested your forehead against his chest. Taking it as an invitation, he embraced you, crowning you with kisses. 

Lifting your head, you said, "There's something I want to get for you."

"What is it?"

Hand-in-hand, you pulled him back toward the bustling district, the sound of his deep laughter echoing in the air. Your own laughter naturally joined in.

As you strolled past a vendor selling accessories, your attention was drawn to an item you had briefly noticed earlier in your walk. Although you planned to purchase it the following day and surprise him in the afternoon, tonight felt like the perfect moment.

Politely approaching the elderly vendor, you asked, "Could I please try those on?" He handed you a pair of round sunglasses with a green tint to the lenses. Standing on your toes, you carefully placed the glasses on Nanami's nose, adjusting them to sit perfectly on the bridge. The sides of the spectacles featured a stylish steampunk design that complemented his narrow, sharp features. "Handsome.”

"I'll take it.” Nanami reached for his wallet. However, you were one step ahead, swiftly bringing out the spare change you had set aside in your coat pocket. You had already calculated the price, ready to outsmart him in this little game of charity.

“Y/N.” 

“Thank you,” you said to the shop vendor, ignoring Nanami’s stare. 

“Y/N.” 

“Yes, darling?" You looped around his arm and began your stroll down the sidewalk. “Oh, come on. Let me be selfish and treat you once in a while.” You cut off his protests with a kiss. 

He surrendered instantly. 

Over the next four weeks, you didn’t realize how quickly you’d become comfortable with Nanami. Like clockwork, he would arrive at your bakery, patiently occupying a table until your duties with customers or decorating displays finished. Now resembling a vibrant florist shop, the bakery owed its transformation to Nanami's thoughtful gestures—bouquets of flowers in every shade of yellow, orange, and white became an amusing routine. As you arranged them in vases, you would burst into fits of giggles like a maniac. 

You and him were like a Venn diagram, overlapping in unexpected places. He enjoyed non-fiction, classics, and history books; you immersed yourself in the world of romance and mystery novels. TV nights were a compromise between his love for documentaries and your penchant for anything sappy on Netflix, occasionally spicing things up with a true-crime documentary. His fascination with astronomy met your fixation with astrology, and surprisingly, he didn't scoff when you read the lines on his palms. Instead, he appreciated it just as much as you cherished his nightly photos of the moon and his ability to name the stars above.

At least, you were both Team Cats.

Nanami introduced you to his friends, including his quirky assistant Gojo, who had a habit of shamelessly flirting with you, seemingly just to get under Nanami's skin. However, your boyfriend was secure enough not to let it bother him. Yet, a trace of possessiveness would emerge during sex—when the two of you were entwined in bed, bodies bared and bathed in the aftermath of shared sweat.

Exiting the restaurant after a delightful dinner date, Nanami turned to you and suggested, "I'd like to invite you to my homd tonight."

Finally, you thought, resisting the urge to dip your toes into the topic of visiting his home, especially considering he had been a frequent guest at yours.

The fact that he lived nearby had always puzzled you; he mentioned it casually yet never extended an invitation for a simple coffee or a chat on his welcome mat. Weekends saw him working from your living room, staying overnight, but on weekdays, he'd only spend a brief hour or two with you before heading home, a practice that seemed counterintuitive given his closeness. Despite the confusion, you hesitated to jeopardize your relationship by fishing too deeply.

So far, Nanami hadn't given you any reason to doubt him.

"Are you sure?" you asked cautiously.

"Absolutely, darling.” Nanami took your hand and planted a small kiss on the back of it. "I apologize for the delay. I've been having it . . ." He casually flicked up his sunglasses that had slipped. ". . . renovated."

“Oh, I see. Well, in that case, I’d love to!” 

Nanami nodded and leaned down to kiss your cheek. “Thank you for being so patient. I know it was eating you alive. You're not exactly the master of hiding your emotions.” He gave you a small smile and kissed your cheek again. 

You responded with a smile that crinkled your nose. "Just a bit anxious, that's all."

"Understandable.” He guided you toward his neighbourhood, exchanging a warm smile as you nestled against his arm. Observing the goosebumps on your skin and the faint shivers, he realized you had forgotten your cardigan. Without hesitation, he removed his blazer and draped it around your shoulders, helping you slip your arms through the sleeves and buttoning it up.

You took a deep breath, inhaling the pleasant scent from the collars. "You always smell so good."

Nanami bent down, kissing the side of your neck right above your racing pulse. "As do you," he murmured against your skin. "Always."

“Gosh, you're so flirty,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his midsection and burying your face in his chest.

“Come on now.” 

You walked for another ten minutes, taking a five-minute pit stop to pet a stray cat before stopping in front of a towering residence building. It was one of those extravagant ones boasting a fountain in the lobby and a vigilant security guard who greeted Nanami with a two-finger salute.

Hand on your back, Nanami guided you toward the elevator with mirrors on all sides.

He exuded an air of sophistication in his neatly rolled-up black dress shirt, complemented by beige pants. His pale, blond hair was slicked back, a Rolex clasped his wrist, and veins corded his well-defined forearms. The sunglasses you had given him rested atop his head. 

As Nanami caught your eyes on the reflective surfaces, a sudden blush warmed your cheeks. “What is it?” 

“Nothing,” you whispered, fingers idly playing with the golden butterfly bracelet he had given you on the night he asked you to be his girlfriend. “I was just . . . God, you’re so beautiful. Sometimes, I think I’m dreaming of you. And I don’t want to wake up from it.” 

Nanami released his grip on your hand, wrapping his arm around your waist. He tilted your chin upward and planted a lecherous kiss on your lips. As you stumbled backward, your back met the cool surface of a mirror, and you clung to his biceps. He continued kissing your jaw and nibbling at your neck.

“Ken—Wait, there’s a camera!” 

“I own the building.” 

Without allowing you to react, he kissed you fervently, his hands framing your face and his knee pressing between your legs. Your hips ground against the muscled surface, creating a heated friction that drew a moan from him.

The elevator dinged, signaling its arrival, but Nanami was undeterred. He refused to break the kiss. Lifting you effortlessly, he cradled you with a single forearm beneath your backside and your arms encircling his neck. Laughter echoed as you entered directly into the main corridor of his penthouse.

“Your front door is an elevator?” You marveled with an open jaw. 

“Yes, it seems so.”

Oh, how you loved his monotonous replies. 

Nanami gently placed you onto the expansive white surface, smoothly moving over your body to continue. 

“I knew you were a clean freak,” you said between his kisses, “but your penthouse looks like it was bought this morning.” 

“Two weeks ago.” He kisses down your neck, sideways toward your left shoulder. “That’s why I waited to invite you. Gojo was having the place decorated. I've installed a library for you, too. We can go book-shopping this weekend.” 

"Wait, what?" You pushed him back by his chest, incredulous. "Hold on, hold on, hold on. You mean to tell me you moved in just two weeks ago?"

"Yes," he answered, tilting his head slightly perplexedly. "When you asked about my residence, I panicked and couldn't come up with a proper answer, fearing you might decline my invitation for a walk. So, I bought this building from the previous owner on the spot. There are also commercial benefits. Quite a strategic move, if you ask me." With that, Nanami resumed his attention, focusing on kissing your collarbones and skillfully lowering your dress, exposing your chest to him.

But you were still stuck on the subject like a pesky fruit fly. “But you don’t live here?” 

“I don’t.” His mouth brushed over the mound of your left breast. “I live in Shibuya.” 

“Shibuya? Kento, that’s an hour and a half away!"

"Hmm." He glanced up, mouth sucking at your nipple.

"You've been faithfully coming to my city every single day, all the way from Shibuya, for a whole year? You've been burning all that gas just to be with me?"

He broke away to say, "Gojo drives me occasionally," and switched to your right breast.

"Nanami Kento, are you out of your mind?"

Finally, he released you and sighed. "I fail to see the issue here." He appeared so innocent, with his moist lips, tousled hair, and a crumpled dress shirt. 

You hurriedly sat up, readjusting your dress, which seemed to displease him. "I'm at a loss for words." Your gaze caught the weariness etched on his face, the bags under his eyes, the slow, heavy blinks signaling his desperate need for sleep. "You haven't actually been living here, have you?"

Upon hearing that, Nanami let out a weary sigh. "I do it when I'm too drained to make the drive back on weekdays."

As the details of his schedule fell into place, you flinched inwardly. He would rise at the crack of dawn, dedicate endless hours to handling clients at the office, and then endure a lengthy drive to your city, only to spend his evenings with you before leaving around midnight to return to Shibuya. The only time he would stay overnight at your place was on Saturdays, and he would depart early on Sundays for work. And all this time, you had believed he had an office in your city.

Oh, God. 

You loved him. 

You loved him so much.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the realization of just how much he loved you. The man had gone so far as to purchase an entire building in your city just to be closer to you. He showered you with affection at every opportunity, devoted his alone time to you with undivided attention and mind-blowing orgasms, and his bank transactions were probably dedicated to you. 

“I don’t deserve your kindness,” you whispered. 

“Neither did I the night when we met.” Nanami’s words always had a comforting effect on you. He gently pulled you onto his lap, and you curled up like a fetus, planting a kiss on his cheekbone. “I’ve loved you for a very long time, Y/N. I love . . . God, I love you so much. I didn't realize I was capable of feeling this much love for another human until I met you. It was all locked up inside me, and you held the key all along, darling." Leaning forward, he smoothly swept his blazer and delved into the pocket, revealing a small yellow box. With trembling hands, you accepted it and opened it to find a petite, golden key inside. “Our front door is an elevator.” 

Your breath hitched. “What?” 

“Move in with me.” 

“Kento—”

“I know. I know it's quite early to discuss this, and I want to give you the space and time to consider it. As you mentioned, your lease ends next month, and I'll officially be transitioning to remote work with a few business trips every other week. It would mean a lot to me if you decided to join me on those trips." He gently placed the key in your hand, kissing your fist. "I'm scheduled to travel to Malaysia next month."

Overpowered with emotion, you choked out a sob and immediately lunged at him with a hug, causing both of you to stumble backward as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He loved you. He wanted you to move in with him. He wanted to travel with you, starting with Malaysia. Suddenly, the tips he left in your jar took on a deeper significance, backing the idea that you weren't meant to journey alone, why you weren’t meant to go with that swindling bastard. As Nanami's gestures of kindness and service became increasingly evident, your tears welled up, choking him in a tight embrace that eventually had him laughing.

Last November, Nanami Kento had stepped into your small bakery, raindrops clinging to him, unknowingly marking his permanent presence in your life.

nanamin's #1 fan!!!!

NANAMI KENTO AS BRAD PITT !

png credit: @angelikyu

MISSING YOU .ᐟ

Warnings: stalking, photo taking without permission, fluff, crying, angst, smut, p in v .ᐟ

Paring: gojo x reader x nanami

Admin notes: heyyyy omg if you're uncomfortable with this please get off anyways 16+ and above lovely's

Part one: gojo satoru

He was done with you he told you that you just stood there tears just falling down like the waterfall after all you and him were together for 4 years, what had happened? Did you do something? No he wasn't inlove at all since the beginning of the relationship. How stupid of you to think that he was the one.

After several months you stop caring and take care of yourself by buying skincare, clothes that looked good on you i mean hella good you with shoko shopping since she knew what had happened you were just walking around the mall until you bumped into someone not just someone..someone so handsome

He was nice and caring and really handsome he helped you up shoko saw your face you were starstruck by this man named nanami you saw him a couple times and then again saw him again till he asked you out and you happily said yes of course you went out on dates, shopping, picnic dates, movies, and he even invited you into his home showing you his lovely cat whisker's so fluffy you love him and his cat

You were happy- no you are happy he treated you like a queen like a flower so fragile another several months later you were hella needy you saw his v line his muscles god he is sexy...later that night you thought he was asleep so you couldn't help by rubbing your throbbing clit he can hear you and your moans you also said his name when he turned around you yelped and all night he helped you with your little problem

You woke up with messy hair, you had on his button up white shirt with panties under of course you yawned and came into the kitchen to him cooking breakfast you hugged him from behind he was warm

"Good mornin' beautiful."

He said with that gorgeous smile on him you smiled back at him

"Mmm good mornin'"

You couldn't but blush you heard your phone so you picked it up and sat at the dinner table you unlocked your phone and saw gojo text saying that he misses YOU how funny you turned off your phone and went back to nanami who brought the gorgeous food on the table god it tasted so good!

Now you're living with nanami who's just a sweetheart but what you didn't know is gojo became a stalker taking photos of you just you he wanted you to be his only his, he felt like he was going crazy for you

Suddenly you saw him in the tree watching you, you screamed loudly making nanami come into the room and saw him gojo in the tree trying to get off the tree nanami called the cops and gojo satoru was arrested for stalking, photography without permission you talked to gojo alone and he was crazy and that was the end of it of seeing gojo satoru he regretted breaking up with you, and stalking you when didn't do anything but love him.

Househusband Nanami HCs

I saw a post of someone saying that Nanami wouldn’t want to be the financial provider in the relationship because of how much he hates work and I couldn’t agree more. Let me wife that man up rn 😩

💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛💙💛

Househusband Nanami who greets you at the front door everyday without fail, ready to put your shoes and coat away and carry you to the living room so you can start to unwind.

Househusband Nanami who always makes sure you come back to a clean home with dinner ready on the table just for you.

Househusband Nanami who gives you the softest massages after dinner, wanting helping you relax because he knows how taxing work can be.

Househusband Nanami who makes sure you never work on an empty stomach. Preparing coffee and breakfast for you every morning, and making sure you leave with a homemade lunch.

Househusband Nanami who occasionally stops by your work to bring you surprise flowers, or a new pastry he made.

Househusband Nanami who would make sure to take the best care of your kids (if you had any). He would spend so much quality time with them and make sure they were always happy and healthy.

Househusband Nanami who isn’t embarrassed that he’s not the breadwinner of the family, but instead proudly shows off his talented wife.

When you're mad at them and they are very needy for you ! part 2

warnings: age gap, edging, dom!reader, sub!jjk men, slight mentions of cheating.

feel free to request stuff for kinkmas !! I'll actually be caught up, promise

Toji Fushiguro - Nut Ban !

Toji was bragging to Shiu about all the things he used to do when having sex with other women, while you were in the room. He didn't seem to notice that you were still in the room.

Even though he was the one to bring you in the room so Shiu could give you two your mission, and he just seemed to forget about you.

Which leads to his current situation. You told him that everytime you two fuck he can't nut, and if he does, it's a permanent sex ban for him, and you doubt he'd really like that.

That’s why he’s sitting under you while you ride him, slowly too. And he hated when the pace was slow because he took a million years to cum, though it’s not like you care because it isn’t your fault that he’s an old man and forgetful.

He had his hands on your hips, trying to make you go faster, but everytime he attempted, you would slap his hands, and go even slower than before.

For now his nut ban wasn't permanent, but you did ban him from nutting during the whole month of November and Decemeber, and you'll see if he got his act together by new years.

You might be young and clueless, but you currently know how to piss a man off and make him cum. Toji was almost positive that he would be able to last the whole time that you were riding him, and these next two months.

But you had a plan to trip him up. And that was to use your vibrator that you had just brought without his knowledge on yourselves. You carefully reach over to the drawer, which catches his attention.

"Hell are ya' doing brat?" He questioned, attempting to sit up, only being pushed back down, you grinded your hips against him which got a grunt out of him.

"Mind your business Toji, you'll see in a second." You say, moving the vibrator behind you, on his dick which catches his attention. Before he can react or say anything you turn the vibrator on which earns a couple whimpers and grunts out of him for you.

"What were you saying? How when you fuck women you're in control? Doesn't look like it to me, maybe we should call Shui so he can watch you be a little submissive old man, should we ?" You question, cupping his face.

Toji loved when you'd get your nails done and cup his face, he really didn't care for what you were gonna do, he was too pussy drunk to care, so all he did was nod. He'll regret nodding and talking about having sex with other women in front of you.

gonna put a pause to this little series, and start focusing on kinkmas since it's already day two, but feel free to drop a request ! And sorry it's so short, promise kinkmas will be longer !!

coming up next : Ryomen Sukuna - Stupid Concubine. & Kento Nanami - Dolled up!

VISUAL !

Toji<3

kinktober ! week 3 - Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo

One idiotic man and his "best friend's" dick ! - Nanami Kento and Satoru Gojo

warnings : porn links ! (minor thing to get out so i can finish up the Halloween special)

Gojo pushing your ass back on Kento

double penetration !! (M reader)

Gojo having to do double work

such a fat ass, needs to be stuffed

you n Gojo were too desperate and did it while Ichiji was driving

Kento giving you kisses during your pounding

being a fuckin’ brat and flirting with others guys huh? Gojo will solve that problem easily.

Gojo let Kento borrow you, so Kento could get some stress off

Kento loves eating you out

Make me scream ! - Kento Nanami !

Warnings: mating press, jealousy, Satoru and you playing around.

Kento’s really needy, you won’t help him:(/🌽 link

Kento Nanami

Kento was gentle with you during sex, he found no reason to go rough, even if you asked him, he’d say no. He thought that going rough was unnecessary, and he could possibly hurt you.

But if you were to ask him to, he’d probably say yes with enough begging. But his response to your questions of him being rough is always no. So you decide to take matters into your own hands.

You and Gojo were just hanging out, it was more of a patrol, but you two were with each other. And Kento didn’t enjoy how much Gojo was touching on you, or how much you were encouraging his foolish behavior.

Kento will just have to deal with your bratty ass when you get home, so he can fuck you into a mean mating press, and force you to tell him that you only love him and not that stupid idiot Satoru.

You wanted him to fuck you mean, and even if he really doesn’t want to because he thinks he’ll hurt you, he can’t ever say no to his pretty baby. So he’ll fuck you mean and stupid.

When you had gotten home, you originally thought Kento wasn't home because you had been calling his name for the past ten or so minutes and he wasn't answering you at all.

You walk up to your shared bedroom, pushing open the door. You go to turn on the lights that’s when you don’t even get the chance to and get pushed onto the bed.

You feel hands tugging on your pants and brand new panties, you feel your knees being brought up to your chest. You can’t even tell if this is Kento or not.

“You wanted me to be rough, so I’ll be rough with you.” He muttered, as he positioned himself at your entrance, pushing himself inside roughly but slowly, just to not hurt you.

I’ll let you imagine it from there !! Let me know who else I should do <3

Villian!Nanami tying your arms up with chains and your legs spread also being held apart with chains. So he can see your pussy drip, while you can do absolutely nothing.

Villian!Nanami is hella kinky. I mean very kinky. He has a whole dresser with butt plugs, vibrators and dildos, etc. Before every "session" he makes you pick one or two out, he likes when you choose the cute pink ones.

Villian!Nanami takes you shopping to the mall he owns. So basically you have shopping sprees every day. But he makes you buy get pretty lingerie, especially ones that show your ass so he can spread it or hit it later. (He loves your ass)

Villian!Nanami treats you like a princess and a slut

Riding whatever jjk man you want in the car? Honestly, the meaner the better.

Oh God I'm drooling already 🤤

Kisses ❤️

Okiee btw i LOVE all your ideas ❤ (please marry me 😁)

MDNI

Master list's

⯌ Sum

Riding jjk men in the car 👄😆(◕દ◕)

⯌Warnings

Fem!reader, dom boys, customized sex toys, money spending (ofc), Satoru sitting beside you and suguru while ya'll fuck but for like a second, edging, clit stim, teasing, degradation, Breeding Kink, Overstimulation, semi-public sex, Degradation, Name-calling, kinda forced crawling, Power Imbalance, Spanking (A shit ton of ass spanking in Suguru's), Cockwarming, begging, Praise Kink, breeding kink, Possessiveness

⯌ The men

Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toji Fushiguro

A\N:

Lowkey made Toji a biker man and fucked you on his bike. i honestly don't think he'd own or afford a car. Its hot anyway 😍

୨୧・・・・୨୧

Satoru Gojo /ᐠ｡ꞈ｡ᐟ\

He'd always spoil his favourite girl. Buttt- he does always spoil himself too. I mean he is rich, so why not. So he has a nice car. Black Ferrari with blue accents. Leather seats.

Black tint.

There are a few reasons why it's fully black and you can't see through it. One being just in case there's a need to change clothes (happened before), number two, cops- he doesn't like to talk about why.

Three.

Making his pretty girl feel special, to fog up the windows, to make jaw dropping pleasure and shaky, loud breaths. And fuck you raw while your tied up or blindfolded with his blindfold of course.

That is his favourite part of having tint.

You were obviously shopping (with his black card), and he made Ijichi drive you both around today. So he could... have some fun. He made sure to get the limo not his lambo so it has the screen to separate the back to the drivers seat.

And a sound barrier.

He needs his perfect pretty girl to scream and cry.

In a good way of course.

He pulled up to the front doors of the wall and you came running out with bags and a ring with his initials, to make everyone know your his.

You have a big smile on your face and he grins coming out of the limo and takes your bags and holds you in his arms and kisses all over your face.

He brings you into the car and closes the screen. Making sure Igichi would not see his girl or more hear his girl. Your moans are made by him and owned by him.

With his money he got a special toy for you. As Igichi drives you're sitting on his lap as he's bouncing his knee bouncing you a bit.

This sex toy was a very small measured (he sent you clit measurements for the place) suction for the clit. It also vibrates and has a small nub thing that rubs on the inside. So it's super stimulating.

He got a key with a box. Is to put the remote in the box pull up your panties with the toy on and lock it in the box and throw the key and make you crawl in the moving car for it.

He starts his plan.

Instead of foreplay... he decided different.

"Strip."

You turn around on his lap with your jaw gaped open. "Toru-"

"Did I fucking stutter?"

You slowly take off your clothes, you know there is no way of getting out of this. You never have. You're left in your panties and bra. He unclasped your bra and you let out a whimper when he puts your nipple in his mouth.

His warm mouth warmed your tit making some feeling that only he can make you feel, no other man made you feel like this so sexy, so pleased. He moaned into tit as you bat your long lashes at him staring at him like he's the most beautiful man ever (he is). It just made his cock throb.

He slides off your panties sucking on your neck as he rubs your folds. He lightly brushes by your clit discreetly putting the toy on your clit. He quickly turned the toy on and you gasped as he threw the remote in the small box and locked it and threw the key across the car.

"Satoru!" You cry out. "What the f-" You got cut off as the vibrations knocked up a notch and he grinned. You crawl on the floor looking for the key as he slides your panties up so it's harder for you to take it off.

"Toru! Please get the remote." You beg as you shake on the floor as it suctions, vibrates and rubs. "Find the key pretty." He bluntly says. You are absolutely shocked. "Satoru, what the hell!?" You try to keep being mad but it feels so good.

You crawl on the floor like a little slut, his little slut, and he grins pouring himself a glass a wine with a smile. He sat all there distinguished in a tie and suit while your crawling on the floor mascara running down you face and in pretty pink panties.

He chuckles and continues sipping his whine. He leaned over and smacked your ass to make you whine out because that's favourite sound and it's fucking music to his ears.

You find the key and crawl back on the seats and shakily unlock the box taking out the remote. Before you clicked the off button Satoru took it back.

"Make me cum and then I'll turn it off..."

"Satoru! Please..." You whine, begging for this overstimulation to stop. "You have a safe word pretty girl. If you want me to stop that bad, I would, you know that."

He grabs your hands and sits you on his lap pulling your panties back down. He pulls out his cock and pumps it a few times before he slowly sinks you on it.

He throws his head back sexily, showing his long slender neck. God that just made you tighten around him. You slowly start to move up and down on his cock.

God the way he smiled it just made you bounce faster.

"Faster."

He slapped your ass again making you ride him faster. He cums inside, you're quite thankful for your birth control or you would be extremely pregnant right now especially the fact that Gojo hates condoms.

He stops the vibrations after you squeeze around him and cum. His dick is sensitive so he pulls you off of him and kisses your sweaty forehead.

He helps you get dressed and kisses your forehead.

"Such a good girl for me..."

Suguru Geto ♡(> ਊ <)♡

One thing Suguru does not give a shit about is where he fucks you. He would of course not do it somewhere you don't want but to him? He doesn't care.

So that's how you ended up taking his cock in the passenger seat while his best friend Satoru is watching you both driving.

"Damn calm down Suguru your gonna break her-"

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road and don't speak or look at her she's mine dumbass." Suguru groaned as he bounced you more on his cock.

Satoru chuckled and pulled over to the side of the road. "I ain't watching this shit anymore." He gets out of the car and walks down the road.

Suguru doesn't care where he's going he's too focused on how good your pussy's sucking him up and taking him.

"F-Fucker." You hollered as his tip bruised your cervix. Wrapping around him like a vice. "You're so tight- shit."

He refuses to be fully dominated so he shakily runs a hand down down your body and he rubs quick circles on your clit.

You move quicker chasing your orgasm before he takes his hand away leaving the burning feeling in your stomach as he stops you from moving too.

"P-Please don't stop, Sugu, it hurts!" Tears pricked at your eyes as he slapped your ass as he continued to cockwarm him.

His tip was pushing against your g-spot so that didn't make it any better. It was so hot and sweaty and cramped in there all you wanted to do was cling to him.

He kissed your forehead and you moaned from his touch alone. God this man was breath taking.

"Beg."

Your eyes widen as that one word escapes his mouth. "W-What?" You stutter out still sensitive from everything. "Did I fucking stutter?" He looks you dead in the eyes with a cold serious stare. But that mean grin just got you wetter.

At this point you had to beg.

"Please Sat- I mean Sugu." You accidentally almost said Satoru. You're too cock drunk to know the difference. His eyes filled up with something you've never seen in him.

He grabbed your hair and pulled your face closer to him. "Your gonna fucking take something before you get my cock. But you're gonna sit here on my cock with no movement. Such a bad girl."

He turned you around on him with his cock still inside so your ass is facing him. You grab on to the dashboard as you feel his hot breath on your neck.

You know you're in trouble.

He lands a hand to your ass causing a pleasurable sting. He keeps hitting till your ass was cherry red. Tears roll down your face from the pain but then again it's Suguru so you don't have much say.

He starts to feel a little bad and rubs your ass, gently kissing your neck. He turns you back around and kisses your lips. He starts to bounce you on his cock.

The pleasureful burn in your stomach reappears. You let out a small moan at his thick cock hitting spots that only he can reach. Instead of stopping he continues.

He rubs your clit extremely fast once more making you bounce harder and at this point your moans turned into screams.

You finally cum in unison with him. His cum warming your walls as your squirt drips down on his cock.

He pulls you off of him as you sit on his lap wincing at the burn on your ass.

You instantly fall asleep.

He dresses you and holds you on his lap holding you close kissing your forehead.

He looked up and saw Satoru in the bushes with his cock in his hand grinning at him when they made eye contact.

"For fucks sake-"

Toji Fushiguro ⁄(⁄ ⁄•⁄-⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

It was late at night, the air was crisp and cold. You're walking around a parking garage trying to find your boyfriend- Toji.

You quickly found him standing by his motorcycle with one of compression shirts and his grey sweats.

He gives you a tight hug. "Hey pretty." He says in his deep enveloping voice that send shivers down your spine.

His musky scent makes all your senses water. God this man was fucking perfect. All though to him he's nothing. He swears you're the most gorgeous, perfect thing in the universe.

But you always remind him that he's perfect too. Reminding him of that, maybe being cuddles, compliments, or something like that. But his personal favourite is your special compliments to his dick.

God that makes his ego spike over the roof.

"I need some support baby, I'm not feeling 100%..." He said in a sappy tone. You were about to get sappy for him but then...

It hit you. He never would get all corny like this unless it was for sex. But you decide to humour him anyway.

"Oh no baby? What's wrong?" You say in an obvious sarcastic tone. "Something wrong down here?" You pat his crotch and he jolts with that handsome smirk of his.

He holds you close. "Maybe I do." He says in that tone of his that makes your thighs clench and your panties wet, no soaked.

He flipped up your skirt up and pulled your panties to the side making you bend over on his bike.

"Toji we are in fucking public!" You hissed at him quietly. There weren't many people around but still there might be cameras or people since it's a fucking parking garage.

He took out his cock and slapped his cock against your folds and swiped it making sure it's soaked with your juices. Making sure it's lubed enough because he is quite big and he would never want to hurt his pretty girl.

He slowly pushed it making you grab on to his bike and squeeze your eyes shut at the immaculate stretch.

"Y-Your so big..." Fat tears rolled down your face as he began snapping his hips, his tip hitting your cervix and his thick veins massaging all your sweet spots.

You finish on him and he cums inside, massive fucking amounts of it.

He pulls out fingering the cum back inside before he sits on his bike. He pulls you on his lap and bounces you on his cock.

"What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn't make you come not once but twice."

There you were riding his cock, feeling so fucking good. You didn't care about being caught anymore, all you cared about was how good all of this felt.

His happy trail was scratching against your clit and it made you whine out and he grabbed the plush of your ass helping you move up and down faster.

You finally squirted with one of your squeals and your walls gripping his cock all so nicely he came too.

You were so stuffed with his cum it was dripping out.

He stood up and pulled your panties back up and your skirt back down and not scrunched around your hips.

"It's messy..." You whined into his ear with a pout and he kissed it because how cute it was.

"Good because you belong to me sweet girl, never forget that. And this is a good way to make sure you feel it too."

୨୧・・・・୨୧

Ya'll this was in my drafts i forgot to finish it sryyy but now it's done <3 😭

MDNI

Cock warming with Nanami Kento during work? What?

It started with you being his sweet little secretary wearing tight skirts. He's a gentleman but he's only a man. So maybe he sneaks peeks of your ass.

But you can't say he's the only perv either, the way his slacks are a bit tight, showing his bulge. So you have thirst thoughts because you know he's big.

So you both 100% have the hots for each other. He gave you those looks and you gave them back. But today you decided to make a move.

"Mr. Kento can you help me with this file. I'm having problems understanding this work." You bat your lashes at him innocently like you don't have dirty intentions lying under the innocence.

He huffs and stands up, standing behind your desk in the corner of his office. "What?" He holds on to your shoulders and bends down his breath hot against your neck. You gulp and point to something you could obviously fill out easily.

"Stand up." He commands. You instantly stand up feeling your panties get instantly soaked at his commanding tone. He pats his lap making you sit down.

"I see what your trying to do I'm not stupid and it's driving me fucking insane." You feel something hard pushing against your plush ass. "So you're gonna take what you want and what you've been a pain about. Practically tortured me."

He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind. "So you're gonna take it and work at the same time, because you obviously need help." He said sarcastically because he knew you were trying to lie about not being able to do it, so he needed to punish you.

He shoved a hand under your dress. "No panties? Fucking hell I knew it. Such a slut. Hm?" You stayed quiet. You knew you were in trouble.

He pulled his long thick, vainy cock out and lifted you up and put you on it. You've never felt so filled in your life. God it feels nice rubbing on all your sweet spots his tip kissing your cervix.

But when he didn't move your brows furrowed with slight anger you whined. "Nanami please move..." Your eyes teared up as you tried to grind.

"Work."

You tried to fill it out but now you couldn't. His cock was way too big.

You eventually filled it all out and he grabbed your hips efficiently leaving bruises and he bounced you on his cock. Your back of your head rested against his shoulder.

His veins caressing your sweet spot while his tip deliciously kissed your cervix. No doubt the both of you came quick especially when you were squeezing him so tight!

You eventually squirted and he cummed inside. His cum warmed your insides so nicely. This was maybe the best thing that ever happened to you.

"You gonna try to lie for my attention again?" He questioned panting into your ear. You shook your head to cock drunk to speak.

But you were 100% you want to lie to him again if this was gonna happen.

are you a lightweight nanami..?

ac: matchapichai

wish that was me

a.n.: told yall id do it at some point (happy early birthday to me)

c.w.: mdni, 18+

cowboy!nanami who works as a ranch hand on the gojo family estate. as a daughter of the gojo heads, you meet the young man on his first day. immediately swept away by your charm, you know you’re done for. and he falls like putty through your hand, enamored by your kindness. the fact that he’s absolutely gobsmacked by your beauty is a plus

cowboy!nanami who’s calloused hands are ever smooth on yours when he goes to draw your attention, careful not to scare you. his nimble feet working with horses make him stealthy, and unsuspecting to those he approaches.

cowboy!nanami who makes a habit of bringing you the fresh eggs and dairy he harvests each day, as he takes note when you mention how much you enjoy baking. 

and cowboy!nanami gets to reap the fruits of his labor, as you bring him new goods to try out during his breaks. the compliments drip from his tongue as he gushes and exalts your talents. he’s never been more certain that his love language comes in the form of food than when he’s reveling in the delectable treats you’ve brought him.

cowboy!nanami who builds up the courage to ask you on a date. a polite (and beautifully scenic) picnic on the estate, with wine from the orchard and fresh produce from the farm. and it's quite the juxtaposition how the stoic cowboy needs to build up the confidence to ask you on this date, nervous as to not overstep.

cowboy!nanami pushing back a strand of hair that falls in your face, moving it out of the way to paint a clear canvas as he leans in for a chaste kiss. you grasp onto his broad shoulders for better footing, and cowboy!nanami knows he's done for.

those calloused hands once again returning as cowboy!nanami draws circles over your clit. the tender motion sending shock waves of electricity through your body. and how cowboy!nanami praises his pretty girl for taking his fingers so well.

the gentle burn of how cowboy!nanami’s cock stretches you doesn't go unnoticed, but his gentle guidance adds a new level of pleasure to the experience. he looks at you with nothing but adoration, smitten by the way you’ve not only taken him, but allowed him to see a more intimate part of you.

cowboy!nanami guides you through your orgasm, his praise continuing as you ride out your high. and cowboy!nanami makes it a point to clean you up after, drawing you into him in comfort as you slowly drift off to sleep.

ever since i interacted with this post, i get this in the recommended user feed. i feel blessed each time this comes up

I refuse to be silenced

9.4 sketch

thinking about her this evening 🤭

Trouble (Part 1)

Nanami Kento x Y/N Reader

Warning: sexual tension ||| MDNI

This is the third week in a row that Nanami has seen you at the library. You were a music theory tutor that was hired in the beginning of month. Nanami often watched you while he read. You first caught his eye when you bumped into him three weeks ago, carrying a stack of sheet music and books. You both often think about that interaction. The way you accidentally touched his hand while picking up the sheets of papers, how smooth his voice sounded when he spoke to you, him complimenting your eyes…. Just for you guys to never have a real conversation after that. The only reason you know his name is because you took it upon yourself to look it up on the check in computer. You were gonna have a conversation with him today, though. You planned it.

“Good morning.” You say to the receptionist as you walk into the library.

“Good morning, Y/N. You’re here early?” She flashes you a look of suspicion. “Trying to beat Nanami here so you can finally talk to him?”

You jump at the true accusation, getting shy over her noticing.

“Whhhaaaa,” the pitch of your voice being high. “Can’t I be early to the job I love SO much?” You play off your nervousness.

Your coworker laughs and says , “I saw you look up his name that day, girl. You’re not slick. Besides I don’t think he’s married, or has kids or anything.” Married? That thought didn’t even cross your mind. “This is the perfect morning to talk to him, Your first student cancelled and then you have office hour, then lunch.”

“This is the motivation I needed, thank you, girl.” You walk to your cramped office and place your things down. You immediately stand in-front of the full body mirror by your book shelf, making sure you look perfect. You wore a black fitted blouse, that accentuated your waist. You unbuttoned one more button to reveal abit of your breasts. Your smokey grey skirt hugged your hips and stopped a couple of inches above your knees. You turn around, revealing the slit in the back of the skirt. You silently thank your mom for blessing you with a perfect ass and rack to match. You face forward again, fixing your stockings. You check the time, shit, he should be here any minute.

“I need perfume.” You say rummaging through your purse. You spray a couple spritz, put away your things, and hastily walk to the library.

“Good morning, Nanami.” You hear the receptionist say.

He softly smiles at her and says, “Good morning. They got you working by yourself?”

“No, Y/N is here too.” Your coworker pointing over at you, pretending to look through the go back cart.

“That’s good. Don’t work too hard.” He says as he swipes his card to check in.

Today he wore a fitted blue dress shirt, that showed the outline of his chiseled chest and arms. He had worn this shirt before and personally, it was your favorite. You smiled lightly at him and waved as he walked up to you. You didn’t realize how much taller he was than you until he was standing right in front of you.

“Good morning.” You say turning your head to face him.

“Good morning. I know I come here once or twice a week but I don’t think I ever got your name?” His question jump starting your pulse.

“Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you.” You hold out your hand for him to shake it. His big calloused hands engulf yours as he says, “Nanami Kento. The pleasure is mine.”

His face was perfection up close, prominent cheek bones, sharp jaw line, and nice lips. All you needed to know is if you were his type, then you wouldn’t be nervous. He lets go of your hand and you awkwardly smile at him as you keep sorting the books.

“What do you like to read?” You blurt out. You were gonna talk to this man whether you like it or not.

He lets out a “hmm” as he looked up to think. He stuck his hand in his pockets and said, “This is a broad answer but fiction or non fiction. What about you? You seem like you have good taste.”

Okay, what did he just say? You seem like you have good taste? He’s flirting with you but you still need more convincing. You stop sorting the books and turn your body towards him.

“When I’m not reading music theory books, I enjoy romance. It’s a nice change of pace after talking about how to build Neapolitan sixth chords all day.” You feel his eyes burning holes through you, your not even sure if he was listening. His wandering eyes taking in every detail of your body. You’ve felt this gaze before, now that you think about it. However, you didn’t know it was him on the other side of it. He’s been caught and that was the evidence you needed to really take control of the situation.

“How long have you done music for?” His eyes shifting back to my eyes.

You smirk and say “20 years. I’m currently 25.”

“I had no idea you were such an impressive young woman.”

“There’s lot you don’t know about me. What about you, Mr. Nanami ? What do you do for work?” You start pushing the cart and he follows. It seemed like he wanted this conservation to continue. He spoke to you the entire time you were doing the go backs, an hour passing the both of you by. Thank god the library is dead this morning.

“Y/N, your office hour starts now.” Your coworker says from across the room.

“Thank you.” You reply.

“Office hour, huh? I assume you have to leave now?” He says lightly.

“Not quite, you can come read in my office… if you’d like.”

He slightly blushes at your words and says, “I won’t get you in trouble, will I?”

“As long as you don’t tell anybody.” You wink at him and push the go back cart back to the front of the library.

You exchange looks with your coworker at the front as she puts her headphones in. You mouth the words “thank you” before heading back into your small office, with Nanami sitting in the chair infront of your desk. He had his book in hand and already hung his bag next to yours on the wall. You make eye contact with him as you close the door, knowing it’s gonna be a tight squeeze when you pass by him to get to your chair behind the desk. He knew this too.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna get right past you.” You say as you shimmy your way infront him. Your plump breasts being a hairsbreadth away from his face. He got close enough to get a whiff of your perfume and that was enough to jumpstart his pulse.

You turn on your computer as Nanami starts reading. You sat in silence for a few moments with each other. You both were exchanging glances every now and then. He loosen his yellow spotted tie and runs his hand through his hair. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly; putting his whole body on display for you.

Your intrusive thoughts take over and you rub one of your heels against his ankle. He looks up from his book to see your reaction. Nothing. You kept typing on your computer and ignored his glance. He went back to his book. You did it again, this time wondering up to his knee.

“Mmm.” He lets out as he flashes you warning look.

“You good?” You ask playing dumb.

“Mhm.” He plays along.

A few minutes pass by and you repeat your actions. This time, running your heel up to his crotch. You feel him squirm under your leg. He puts his book down and locks his gaze on you. His hands slowly wander up your stocking covered leg.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

WHEN THIS IDEA CAME TO ME I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. I hope you all like it!

Part two

Masterlist

Please do not alter or steal my writings ©️

Both my wives telling me to lock in and write these fucking fics 😭 I can only type so fast 😵‍💫

You know what I’ll say it…. I’m afraid of the Gojo Stans…… because yall SWARM to any piece of content with that man in it… and yall stay fed too!!! He really is the strongest and so are his stans.

Side note: should I contribute to this Gojo madness and make another Gojo mini series? Or shine a light on another JJK man?

Trouble (Part 2)

Nanami x Y/N Reader

Warning: smut || MDNI

*Link to part one at the bottom*

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.” His voice coated with lust.

You furrow your brows, cock your head to the side and say, “Why would I be in trouble?”

He lets out a laugh as he walks to your side of the desk. He towers over you while you stay seated. He was asserting his dominance and it was working. You look up at him with pleading eyes, speechless as to what is about to happen next.

“What is it that you want, Y/N?” He teases you, blurring the lines between seductive and casual.

“I-uh, I want…I.” You stumble over your words as he stares down at you with a straight face.

He gets on his knees in front of you, meeting you at eye level as you sit. He rests his hands on your knees as if he would pry them open at any moment.

“No reason to get shy, gorgeous. Tell me what it is that you want?” He added in a low whisper.

His words send a spark down to your center and you can barely breathe. You’re the only thing stopping him from having his way with you. You’ve got to say something.

“I….I want you to touch me.” The words fall from your lips softly as a mischievous smirk spreads across his face.

He unbuttons your blouse and slides his hands under your thin bralette. Your nipples instantly get hard at his touch. His grip on your breast was tight but his touch was gentle. He started massaging them, taking your nipple in between his pointer finger and thumb. He was fascinated by the faces you made as he played with your tits; so much that he hasn’t taken his eyes off of you.

He stops fondling your breasts and stands up. You pout at him, wanting him to continue. He flashes you a soft smile and says, “Sit on your desk.”

You stand up and sit on your desk. You open your legs slightly as you stare at Kento with lust in your eyes. He stands between your legs, placing his hand on your jawline. He kisses you softly at first, showing some restraint. You graze your hand over the bulge in his pants causing him to moan in your mouth. He pulls you closer which deepens your kiss.

He pried your legs open with one hand and hiked up your skirt with the other. He pulls your panties to the side, revealing just how turned on you are. He pulls away from your kiss, to admire you. You can’t help but to squirm as he stares at your most sensitive part. He runs his pointer finger through your wet folds, sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re so wet, Y/N. I haven’t even touched you properly yet.” He brings that same finger to his mouth, covering it in his saliva.

He made sure to keep direct eye contact when he bent down and took your pussy in his mouth. He immediately added his fingers. You hum in delight, feeling his thick fingers pump in and out of you while he lapped up your juices. Your plump thighs caressed his face as he devoured you whole. It took everything for you to not scream his name. Using both your hands, you covered your mouth to stop your moans from being heard. You were already coming undone on his face. Feeling your walls clench around his fingers made him eager to fuck you. He wanted to show some restraint, thinking that’s what a gentleman should do. However, his dick was throbbing through his pants when he heard your muffled whimpers as you came in his face. You pull him close, placing your mouth by his ear and say, “I want the real thing, unbuckle your belt.”

Nanami pauses looking at you with his signature straight face. He seriously didn’t want to get you in trouble. However, he would be stupid to turn you down considering that he’s been wanting this for weeks. He slowly pulls his fingers out of you and unbuckles his belt. His pants fall to the floor, pooling around his ankles. He slides his underwear down to reveal his veiny member, oozing precum. You were drooling at the sight of it, you couldn’t help but to stare. Nanami has you lay your back on the desk, placing your weight on your elbows.

“I want to see that gorgeous face.” He groans as he’s in between your legs, gently rubbing the tip of his dick through your folds. “You can’t be loud, sweetheart. Promise me you’ll keep it down?” He whispers.

You nod your head yes and lift your legs up to your chest. He slowly pushes his girthy shaft into your tight hole. Your eyes immediately meeting the back of your skull. You squirm under him as you adjust to his size. His face was burning seeing you like this, being so close to you, and feeling your heat wrapped around him.

“Ahh, just like that.” He whispers while looking down at you. He begins thrusting into you, only going deeper with each thrust. While this was a quiet sex position, it was one that pushed you straight into euphoria. Your fingers clung to the edge of the desk as he drilled into you carefully, wanting to avoid the sound of your ass clapping. The moans that we’re falling out of your mouth grew louder the closer he got to your g spot.

His hand flies over your mouth as he whispers, “You want everyone to hear you getting fucked in your office?” You quickly nod your head no as he continues burying his cock in you.

He sucks in a breath and lets out a,“That’s my girl. I’m so close already, baby. You’re doing such a good job.” You hook your stocking covered legs upon his shoulders. He nuzzles face to your calf, leaving small kisses on your legs as he continues to snap his hips forward.

Every praise that left his mouth brought you closer to your orgasm. He started whispering sweet nothings to you, making the knot in your stomach grow more intense.

“Oh god, I’m cumming.” You say in a high pitched voice as you dig your nails into your desk, chipping the paint.

“Ugh, yea. I’m gonna fill you up, Y/N. I’ll take care of you. It’s too good. You’re so good.” He groans lightly, his hips moving at an alarming rate.

Your breathing quickens as your muscles start to tighten around him. He winces and groans as he feels your walls pulsating around him. The sight and feeling of you coming undone made him cover your walls with thick coats of his cum. You were startled by the amount of cum he’s pumping into you but you wanted every drop. He leans forward to kiss you, muting the soft moans that we’re falling out of both your mouths. You both ride out your orgasms, making out with each other.

“I'm so sorry, Ms. Y/N. I couldn’t help myself.” He says as he pulls away from the kiss, staring into your eyes lovingly. He pulls out of you and grabs the tissue box on the bookshelf for you.

“Don’t apologize. I definitely started it.” You laugh while wiping your inner thighs.

He pulls his pants up, tucking in his shirt before buttoning his pants. You fix your panties and stand up in front of him. He helps you fix your clothes, making sure you looked just as perfect as you did before he fucked you.

“I should probably get out of here and let you work, huh?” He says buttoning up your shirt.

“Yea, I should do my job…I guess.” You say looking up at him.

He kisses your forehead and walks over to grab his bag off the hook.

“Y/N, would you want to get lunch together? As a date?” He asks directly.

You get goosebumps from his words.

“Yes, I’d love to.” You say with a smile.

“Great,” he grabs a business card from your desk and says, “I’ll text you.”

I loved writing this mini series!! Nanami, the man you are 😩 I hope you guys liked it! Shoutout to the Nanami divas❤️

Part one

Masterlist

Please don’t steal or alter my writings ©️

Trouble (Part 1)

Nanami Kento x Y/N Reader

Warning: sexual tension ||| MDNI

This is the third week in a row that Nanami has seen you at the library. You were a music theory tutor that was hired in the beginning of month. Nanami often watched you while he read. You first caught his eye when you bumped into him three weeks ago, carrying a stack of sheet music and books. You both often think about that interaction. The way you accidentally touched his hand while picking up the sheets of papers, how smooth his voice sounded when he spoke to you, him complimenting your eyes…. Just for you guys to never have a real conversation after that. The only reason you know his name is because you took it upon yourself to look it up on the check in computer. You were gonna have a conversation with him today, though. You planned it.

“Good morning.” You say to the receptionist as you walk into the library.

“Good morning, Y/N. You’re here early?” She flashes you a look of suspicion. “Trying to beat Nanami here so you can finally talk to him?”

You jump at the true accusation, getting shy over her noticing.

“Whhhaaaa,” the pitch of your voice being high. “Can’t I be early to the job I love SO much?” You play off your nervousness.

Your coworker laughs and says , “I saw you look up his name that day, girl. You’re not slick. Besides I don’t think he’s married, or has kids or anything.” Married? That thought didn’t even cross your mind. “This is the perfect morning to talk to him, Your first student cancelled and then you have office hour, then lunch.”

“This is the motivation I needed, thank you, girl.” You walk to your cramped office and place your things down. You immediately stand in-front of the full body mirror by your book shelf, making sure you look perfect. You wore a black fitted blouse, that accentuated your waist. You unbuttoned one more button to reveal abit of your breasts. Your smokey grey skirt hugged your hips and stopped a couple of inches above your knees. You turn around, revealing the slit in the back of the skirt. You silently thank your mom for blessing you with a perfect ass and rack to match. You face forward again, fixing your stockings. You check the time, shit, he should be here any minute.

“I need perfume.” You say rummaging through your purse. You spray a couple spritz, put away your things, and hastily walk to the library.

“Good morning, Nanami.” You hear the receptionist say.

He softly smiles at her and says, “Good morning. They got you working by yourself?”

“No, Y/N is here too.” Your coworker pointing over at you, pretending to look through the go back cart.

“That’s good. Don’t work too hard.” He says as he swipes his card to check in.

Today he wore a fitted blue dress shirt, that showed the outline of his chiseled chest and arms. He had worn this shirt before and personally, it was your favorite. You smiled lightly at him and waved as he walked up to you. You didn’t realize how much taller he was than you until he was standing right in front of you.

“Good morning.” You say turning your head to face him.

“Good morning. I know I come here once or twice a week but I don’t think I ever got your name?” His question jump starting your pulse.

“Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you.” You hold out your hand for him to shake it. His big calloused hands engulf yours as he says, “Nanami Kento. The pleasure is mine.”

His face was perfection up close, prominent cheek bones, sharp jaw line, and nice lips. All you needed to know is if you were his type, then you wouldn’t be nervous. He lets go of your hand and you awkwardly smile at him as you keep sorting the books.

“What do you like to read?” You blurt out. You were gonna talk to this man whether you like it or not.

He lets out a “hmm” as he looked up to think. He stuck his hand in his pockets and said, “This is a broad answer but fiction or non fiction. What about you? You seem like you have good taste.”

Okay, what did he just say? You seem like you have good taste? He’s flirting with you but you still need more convincing. You stop sorting the books and turn your body towards him.

“When I’m not reading music theory books, I enjoy romance. It’s a nice change of pace after talking about how to build Neapolitan sixth chords all day.” You feel his eyes burning holes through you, your not even sure if he was listening. His wandering eyes taking in every detail of your body. You’ve felt this gaze before, now that you think about it. However, you didn’t know it was him on the other side of it. He’s been caught and that was the evidence you needed to really take control of the situation.

“How long have you done music for?” His eyes shifting back to my eyes.

You smirk and say “20 years. I’m currently 25.”

“I had no idea you were such an impressive young woman.”

“There’s lot you don’t know about me. What about you, Mr. Nanami ? What do you do for work?” You start pushing the cart and he follows. It seemed like he wanted this conservation to continue. He spoke to you the entire time you were doing the go backs, an hour passing the both of you by. Thank god the library is dead this morning.

“Y/N, your office hour starts now.” Your coworker says from across the room.

“Thank you.” You reply.

“Office hour, huh? I assume you have to leave now?” He says lightly.

“Not quite, you can come read in my office… if you’d like.”

He slightly blushes at your words and says, “I won’t get you in trouble, will I?”

“As long as you don’t tell anybody.” You wink at him and push the go back cart back to the front of the library.

You exchange looks with your coworker at the front as she puts her headphones in. You mouth the words “thank you” before heading back into your small office, with Nanami sitting in the chair infront of your desk. He had his book in hand and already hung his bag next to yours on the wall. You make eye contact with him as you close the door, knowing it’s gonna be a tight squeeze when you pass by him to get to your chair behind the desk. He knew this too.

“Excuse me, I’m gonna get right past you.” You say as you shimmy your way infront him. Your plump breasts being a hairsbreadth away from his face. He got close enough to get a whiff of your perfume and that was enough to jumpstart his pulse.

You turn on your computer as Nanami starts reading. You sat in silence for a few moments with each other. You both were exchanging glances every now and then. He loosen his yellow spotted tie and runs his hand through his hair. He leans back in his chair, spreading his legs slightly; putting his whole body on display for you.

Your intrusive thoughts take over and you rub one of your heels against his ankle. He looks up from his book to see your reaction. Nothing. You kept typing on your computer and ignored his glance. He went back to his book. You did it again, this time wondering up to his knee.

“Mmm.” He lets out as he flashes you warning look.

“You good?” You ask playing dumb.

“Mhm.” He plays along.

A few minutes pass by and you repeat your actions. This time, running your heel up to his crotch. You feel him squirm under your leg. He puts his book down and locks his gaze on you. His hands slowly wander up your stocking covered leg.

“Don’t get yourself in trouble.”

WHEN THIS IDEA CAME TO ME I HAD TO WRITE IT DOWN. I hope you all like it!

Part two

Masterlist

Please do not alter or steal my writings ©️

Yall don’t come for me… I know the votes were for Alucard x Reader One shot (even though I just POSTED A TWO PART) but I just started a Nanami x Reader one shot and it’s giiiivvinnnggg!!!

Nanami reads at the library reader works at and they have been secretly crushing on each other. Three weeks pass by and reader realizes that he’s not going to make the first move. (A king that doesn’t bother women unsolicitedly) just know Nanami is about to talk the panties off of reader!!!!

That’s all I’m disclosing about the next one shot. IT IS SMUT OF COURSE. Expect it to be done in like a week maybe less idk it’s a hot one I might just plow through it 🫡

꧁༒【N】【A】【K】【I】【D】【O】【R】【I】【I】【I༒꧂

๖ۣۜᥕᥱᥣᥴ᥆mᥱ 𝗍᥆ mᥡ 𝗍ᥕіs𝗍ᥱძ ᥴᥲᑲᥲrᥱ𝗍 ༻࿌𖣘

༒•𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕗𝕚𝕧𝕖༻•༒ ༺༒•𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕔𝕜 ℂ𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕓𝕖𝕒𝕟 •༒༻

☆꧁༒𝕄𝔸𝕊𝕋𝔼ℝ𝕃𝕀𝕊𝕋༒꧂☆

★彡 ᴍʏ ʜᴇʀᴏ ᴀᴄᴀᴅᴇᴍɪᴀ 彡★

꧁☬ℭ𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔳𝔞𝔫𝔦𝔞☬꧂

✞☬𝕁𝕦𝕛𝕦𝕥𝕤𝕦 𝕂𝕒𝕚𝕤𝕖𝕟☬✞ ༺𝐁ᥣυ𝖾𝐋ⱺ𝖼𝗄༻

𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢. 𝙲𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎𝚜, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍! <3

-He unfortunately has work the week of christmas

-So the two of you don’t do much once all the decor is up

-It’s a little lonely and he’s the most apologetic he’s ever been about having to work.

-He does go along with your little scheme under the mistletoe

-Yuji sometimes stays with you guys over winter break

-He likes to shop for other people so Christmas is usually a good excuse to do so

-Every year at least one person buys him a tie

-He loves to spoil you literally every year<33

He was never home.

Today was no different of course, he wished you a good day before you were even awake and now here you are. Sitting in his favorite restaurant, in his favorite dress, dressed to the nines all for him and he didn’t show up. Your texts have gone unanswered and your calls sent to voicemail as you wait for your husband to hopefully show up.

He never did.

So you brushed off the sympathetic glances and left in the rain, and when you finally made it home, the wound left by being stood up only stung more as you had forgotten about the rose petals you had scattered that were meant to be a surprise upon the end of your date. A date the two of you had planned for months. A date he said he wouldn’t forget. But here you sat, forgotten as easily as anything else outside of his work despite his promises that it wouldn’t happen. You sighed knowing you were gonna have to clean this up before he got back but you just couldn’t find the strength to do so as you dragged yourself to your shared bedroom and collapsed onto the bed, your heart heavy and eyes glazed with tears. You had waited hours only to be forgotten and you knew it would only happen again causing you to cry and sob into the bed until your eyes grew heavy and your breathing even. 

Only hours later did your husband return, his blonde hair disheveled from his work day and confusion crossing his face as he walked in to see you vacuuming up the rose petals no longer dressed up and your face stained with tears. “What’s wrong love?” He asked concerned as you stepped away from him “you forgot Kento, again” you hissed as he looked at you confused for a moment before it finally slapped him in the face; he forgot your guys’ date. 

“Love, I’m sorry work ran long and-” he started only to stop knowing excuses wouldn’t make this better, not anymore. “I’m sorry I forgot” he whispered, pulling you to him gently unsure if you would even let him hold you. But you did, you let him pull you in apologetically “I’m so tired of being forgotten” you sniffled knowing if you spoke to much on the matter you’d only cry more and you weren’t sure you had enough tears for that “I waited in the rain for you ya’ know?” you told him as he only held you tighter “It won’t happen again love I swear it” he whispered as you shook your head “it’ll happen again, it always does” and he couldn’t deny it, not when you seemed so sure of the fact and you were right it happened again and again, but somehow he always made up for it and somehow he always would.