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Dilf Nanami 👀

Please, I need it. You write so well so *Chefs Kiss*

🫶🏾 🫶🏾 💋

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DILF! NANAMI is lust. broad and buff with a sinful voice that has your knees knocking together whenever he whispers in your ear nanami knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you. he hasn't given up the habit of wearing neatly ironed buttoned up shirts, nor does he forego shaving in the morning — the only difference these days is that he lets you help him do it. sits you in the bathroom counter, large hands splayed on your bare thighs as you shave the short stubble on his jaw. he truly does try to keep up with your young energy but when you get too much to bare sometimes he isn't afraid of putting you in your place. loves to edge you, could do it for hours. he's stubborn, he doesn't care if you cry, squirm, wail, "you'll take your punishment like a good girl, won't you? yeah? that's my girl." likes it when you dress up in pretty little skirts or tight little shorts, it gets him going and he can't help it when his hands wander, tugging you away from work, somewhere private, when those same slender hands push down your shoulders and bend you over. "what a pretty little thing you are, and you're all mine, aren't you?"

DILF ME UP!

gorgeous! nanami kento x reader

thinking about flustering husband!nanami . . .

by mirror :) happy birthday nanamin~ july 3 '23

CW: dirty talk, domesticity, suggestive material, lingerie, mentions of sex

You sat on the couch of your apartment, idly shuffling through the television channels— and bored out of your mind.

Today was Kento’s birthday. This morning you had tried to spoil him as much as possible before he had to leave for work: making his favorite Danish breakfast, letting him sleep in as much as possible, and slipping a little note in his briefcase as he slipped out of the door.

It sucked that he had to work all day on his birthday and it sucked that you had to sit here alone all day, you thought. You gazed aimlessly over at the clock: 8:47 pm. You had already prepared dinner, frosted the cake, and set out the gift you bought for your boyfriend: a shiny silver Rolex wrapped in a delicate baby blue box.

Lost in your thoughts, you wondered how you could cheer up your husband a little when he got home— and then the idea hit you. You set your plan and laid the groundwork, grinning to yourself as you sat back down on the couch and waited for your beloved to arrive.

(divider)

You had fallen asleep and were awaken by the sound of the front door being opened.

“Hello, darling,” you hear your husband call from the doorway.

“Hey, Kento!” you say as you rush over, urging him to set down the items in his hands so he could wrap his arms around you in a tight hug. “How was your day, baby?”

He sighs, running a hand across his face. “Long and tiring. But much better now that I’m here with you.”

You smiled, resting your head against his chest and taking in this moment with him. 

“I have a surprise for you,” you whispered. A surprise that you had been saving in the back of your closet for months.

He hummed in acknowledgement, considering what this 'surprise' of yours might be. “Can I have it now, or is it for later?”

You didn’t answer his question. Instead, you stepped back from his embrace. Nanami watched as your fingers seductively pulled the tie of your satin robe apart, revealing a set of lacy white lingerie underneath.

Nanami let out a small noise and his face started to flush pink. “I- uh, love-,” he stammered as you continued with your scheme.

You pulled the robe completely off your shoulders so that your whole frame was in his view, letting the forgotten fabric pool around your ankles.

Nanami stepped back slightly and you noticed his cheeks were beet red now. Exactly how I wanted him, you thought smugly to yourself. It wasn’t the first time he had seen you in so little clothing— after all, he’d seen you in nothing— but you had never worn lingerie in front of him before other than in the dressing rooms at the mall.

You glided forward towards him, placing a hand on his bicep as you trailed kisses down his neck. He cleared his throat, reaching up to set a hand on your back.

“Darling, I- ,” he says shakily, “what did I do to deserve all this? I mean, you look gorgeous, but . . . ”

You swayed back, smiling up at him. “It’s your birthday, baby. Don’t you want a little fun?”

He admired you for a few moments before answering, a smile forming on his face. "Can we take this fun to the bedroom, then?"

You laughed, "Eager, are we? You don't want cake and presents first?"

Nanami gave you a long and lustful kiss on the lips before picking you up bridal style and answering, "No, I think I'd like to enjoy the best gift first."

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ྀི BIRTHDAY SUIT ྀི nanami kento x fem reader ྀ

WARNINGS: unedited. strong language. suggested power dynamic. size kink. suit fetish. reader is wearing a skirt. minimal plot, smut heavy. praise. established relationship. cmnf. WORD COUNT: 1.3k

you were comfortably seated at nanami's desk, eyes playing at his figure. he always dressed nicely, but today you were paying extra attention to his outfit.

"'nami," you called, drawing his attention from the window he was staring outside of contemplatively. he hummed in response, and you patted the desk in front of you. "c'mere. i'm getting bored."

he huffed, but made his way to you. his shoes made calculated taps against the wooden floor and your heart happily synced with the beat of his movements. "you know, your boredom is entirely your own fault. i told you today would be busy for me. i can't spend all day entertaining you."

you looked up at him, eyes glittering from the window-filtered sunlight. "unfortunate." your pen was tracing pre-written letters on already-signed paperwork. "i need a break. been working for a while."

"you signed a few papers," he exhaled with amusement.

"doesn't mean anything. i'm still workin'." you nodded to add punctuality to your claim.

he thought for a second before responding. "okay. get up then."

"why?" you slid the pen you were doodling with behind your ear.

his eyebrow quirked. "because i said so."

"you're bossy," you pouted, standing from the desk and moving aside before glaring at him through long eyelashes.

"and you're obedient." he moved to sit in his desk, and you couldn't help but notice how well he fitted there. formal attire and a pointed attitude had carved him to be the perfect businessman, and in your eyes, the most attractive man alive. he patted his lap, drawing your attention from his appearance. "sit."

you sat on his lips, feeling excitement brewing in your stomach at the way his six-foot frame felt behind you. his chest was hard, and you couldn't help but wiggle into his hips.

you mentally prepared yourself for his verbal reprimands for being a brat; instead, he moved one hand to your waist, grabbing the pen from behind your ear while peppering kisses by the other. you hummed into the feeling, back arching upon instinct.

"i really should be working," he mused into your ear, "you should be, too." despite his words, one of his hands made their way to your hips and the other to your throat.

you nodded against his touch and you stammered out a meek, "i know," while he ground you into his hips. "i know," you echoed.

he groaned and stood, bending you over the desk. he let his hands roam down the sides of your thighs, butterfly touches leading to the hem of your skirt. "who's my good girl?" he asked while pulling your skirt up.

"i am," you meeked out, head dropping as one of his hands preformed practiced touches through your panty-clad labia.

he cooed a, "thats right," before letting his hands slide off of you. "mind if i undress you?"

"please do," you shook your head and he spun you around, electing to unbutton your blouse first. he marveled at your bra before continuing, sliding the fabric from your arms.

"you're pretty." he slid your skirt off now, taking your panties off with it. "c'mon. bend back over f'me."

you closed your eyes hard, heat boiling under your skin as you bent back over. the wooden desk was cold against your skin, balancing out the lava below your skin. you heard his hands unbutton his trousers, undoing the zipper and pulling his cock from the fabric.

"are you ready?" you nodded im response, and he groaned out a, "fuck, thank you."

he slid the tip through your folds, shuttering at how wet you are. he put one hand on the small of your back, pushing it down, while the other guided him into you. you moaned at the feeling, whimpering out a, "'ts too big, 'nami," to which he shook his head, coaxing you with sweet words back.

"no, no, i know it isn't, sweet girl. you've taken it before." he gave you a few seconds before starting to move; your nails scratched the desktop and he moaned in response. watching you struggle under him did something to him-- it reminded him that he was big, and better yet, that you'd do anything for him. a hand overlapped yours, pressing you further into the desk as he fucked you harder.

he grabbed your hair, pulling your head upwards so he could relish in the way your eyes fluttered. "you're so good, oh my god," he buried his head in the crook of your neck, nibbling your skin.

"i'm close," you stressed; nanami snaked his hand under you, rubbing small circles into your clit.

"that's right," he gasped, plowing you into the desk while sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. "cum."

you didn't need to be told twice, and you pressed your face into the arm that was stabilizing you. "oh my god," you pleaded. "fuck!"

he stood straight and grabbed both of your hips, pressing himself as deep into you as he could before orgasming. you groaned at the feeling of his cum shooting inside of you, shuttering as he pulled out.

"fuck. that was good," he cleared his throat, fixing his tie before picking up your clothes and helping you get dressed. he helped you step into the panties, then he helped you clasp your bra on.

you nodded with a giggle. "it was. thank you." you muttered into a kiss. you slid your skirt on and he helped you button up your shirt. "i love you."

he smiled, cleaning off his glasses before sliding them back on. "i love you, too."

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JJK MEN AS DADS — headcanons.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥featuring: geto suguru, nanami kento and toji fushiguro.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥note: enjoy this alternate universe where everyone is okay and safe and happy.

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╰┈➤ GOJO'S VERSION

—GETO SUGURU ;

some of you might not agree with me on this but he probably never saw himself becoming a dad

sure he loves kids, they do annoy him when they’re loud and all over the place but he never thought that he would have kids

that is until you announced to him that you were pregnant, and his entire world changed

his daughter is pretty much everything to him but he doesn’t spoil her (gojo does)

he wants to teach her proper manners, the right way to communicate things and isn’t big on spoiling

and you both end up raising a sweetheart who’s in love with uncle satoru.

“baby, stay in my sights.” you heard suguru talk to your daughter as you both walked down the food aisle. she was well mannered, didn’t act up or tried to be bratty when told something (unless she was having a really bad day, which was very different).

watching your husband parent a child that looked like a mix of you both was a different kind of love. he was gentle, careful and most importantly trying to be there for her.

from taking her on daddy-daughter dates, to talking things out with her when she was mad at him or when she messed up, suguru proved himself worthy of becoming someone’s father.

“who knew someone else would come along, and you’d call them baby,” you teased the man with a small smile, letting him push the cart while you walked next to him. he shot you a playful glare before grabbing a can of tuna.

“don’t even start—i somehow got used to speaking in girl voice from being forced to attend her tea parties…” he sighs but you know it's far from a tired one. he looks at your daughter with so much love, so much adoration that your heart flutters.

you were incredibly lucky.

“tell me you love me in your girl voice, come on,”

"move."

—NANAMI KENTO;

this man was made to be a father

despite how tired he looks he always makes time for you and your girl

very lovey dovey and is very proud of referring to you two as his girls

whenever he is asked to hang out, he goes 'lemme make sure my girls dont need anything'

hes quite literally the best

most patient, loving and understanding husband/father

ever since you gave birth, kento and your daughter had a routine. you two would feed her at 8p.m when he comes back from work, he would then take her to the bathroom where he would bathe her then read her a bed time story. he would then kiss her goodnight, keep the small moon shaped light turned on before closing the door.

it was endearing because he put it on so much effort when it came to her. you knew it was the bare minimum for a father, but you were still very grateful that you married a good husband and an even better father.

both kento and your daughter were now in the bathroom. bath time usually took about twenty minutes to half an hour, and it would be filled with giggles coming from your four year old and kento's occasional chuckles. but it was oddly quiet, so you decided to go check on them.

when you opened the door, your heart melted at the sight. your daughter had fallen asleep in the bathtub, and so your husband was trying his best to get her out and dry her up before she caught a cold.

and he was doing it so quietly that you couldn't help but ask if he needed any help.

"baby, do you need help?" you whispered to the man holding the sleeping girl, lightly kissing his nape and squeezing his shoulders.

"I got this." he whispered in response, turning around and pressing a light kiss on your lips and forehead.

you watched with heart eyes as he gently woke her up to dry her hair, kissed her forehead and continued on with their routine, before it was time to say goodnight.

nanami kento was an angel sent from above.

—FUSHIGURO TOJI;

this man isn't new to parenting, in fact you knew you weren't his first wife

but you were accepting of it, helped giving the grieving man a second chance at life as he liked to say

you met megumi when he was still so young and the little boy loving you was enough reason for toji to confirm that you were indeed the right one

loving a child that wasn't yours wasn't given to everyone, toji was well aware of that

and as you watched the man parent megumi, you were a bit hesitant to announce to him your pregnancy

when you did tho, he sobbed like a baby

and twins? a boy and a girl? oh he was in for a ride

"you little rascals better let me love on my wife in peace." your husband whispered to the two sleeping babies in their cribs. it was 9p.m and they were fortunately fast asleep.

you on the other hand, were busy with your oldest.

finally after getting them in bed, you were with megumi in the kitchen asking him what you should pack for his lunch tomorrow, which the ten year old responded with what he typically always chose.

megumi wasn't a difficult child, but with the arrival of the twins, you were a bit worried that he would think you and toji no longer cared for him. dealing with twins wasn't easy, but you were aware and willingly brought two lives to his family, and were fully responsible for it.

when toji was with the twins, you would help out megumi with his homework. and when it was time to breastfeed the babies, toji would take megumi to basketball practice or engage in a random activity together.

"a juice box?" you asked while packing his lunch, which the little boy nodded at before staring at who was coming down the stairs.

"you got school tomorrow at 8?" toji asked megumi, and the little boy responded with a nod. not much of a talker.

"are they asleep?" megumi quietly asked his dad, who raised an eyebrow at him before saying 'yes' and you watched as your son fiddled with his fingers, anxious of what to say next.

"gumi, do you wanna see them?" you stepped in, a hand resting on his back. the little boy looked up at you with sparkly eyes, grateful that you understood him.

"go, and if they do wake up call me." you kissed his forehead and watched as he carefully tiptoed upstairs.

toji's eyes stayed glued on you during the entire interaction, and finally let his arms wrap around your waist once your son was upstairs before resting his forehead on your shoulder.

"thank you," he whispered out, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.

"for what?" you chuckled, caressing the taller man's back.

"for making everything feel like it's worth it."

2023 © all works belong to slttygeto. do not repost my work anywhere else.

Usually its the reader who has voice fetish in fanfics but what if it was the other way around and Nanami was the one with voice fetish? I feel like he'd have sensitive ears, thats one of his erogenous zones so whispering even the most innocent things into them will turn him on

that’s actually a reallyyyy good thought, anonnie

imagine

nanami doesn‘t even know nor realize he has a voice kink/fetish in the first place until you’re riding him— your arms wrapped around his neck with your head buried near the side of his neck as well. “mhm—kentoooo, kento,” you’d whine, and even though your voice is sweet and quiet— it’s directly against his ear and he immediately gets aroused from the candied sounds of your voice, the tone— how dirty it was, the way each jostle and shake from each bounce you made on his lap turned your voice to be a lot more shaky, all next to his ear, getting him even harder.

“y/n—” he’d grunt, firm rough hands gripping onto your hips. nanami couldn’t focus on anything but the sound of your voice— the way your sweet breathing picked up, the tiny fuckfuckfuck’s that you’d babble underneath your breath, a stammering babbling mess and he found it so cute— though his ears were sensitive, so each time you said anything remotely close to his ear, he couldn’t help but feel a bit a shivers tingle all throughout his body. and nanami doesn’t know what to say at first as you’re still riding him, clamping down from his length to where your mouth starts to open. “keep— keep talking to me, angel. your voice is so pretty.”

you blink a few times as you faced him while still maintaining a pace— biting back a moan while chewing on the bottom of your lip. “. . my what?”

nanami has a lazy soft smile, beads of sweat racing down the sides of his forehead before bringing a soft kiss to your neck as you continued to ride him.

“moan more in my ear. it turns me on, my love.”

My Professor's Final Spring Praise ༄ K. Nanami

"Before my summer break officially started, I had to finish my last in-person exam with Professor Nanami. It was so tough, but I made it through! I was the last to leave, so I thanked the professor and shared some final words before heading to my dorm to finish packing up. However, how do a few gratitude and praise exchanges end up with me on his desk and him between my legs?"

A/n: Yessirrrrrr!! First work of my very first series!! I'm very nervous about this as this is the first time committing to writing consecutively for a specific theme, but I got faith in myself!! Also, it's Nanami and my birthday!!!ヾ( ˃ᴗ˂ )◞ • *✰ So as soon as this is posted, I'm signing off and enjoying my day with my hubby Kento~ (sike I'm not, just gonna hang with friends, lol). But anyways, I hope y'all enjoy this piece, and thank you so very much for 1k followers~~~!!! Not my best work, but it's a decent start for the series! >:D (will proofread l8r tmrw)

Series m. list!! This entry has been updated along w/ its contents.

Cw: professor! Nanami x fem! reader - explicit content so minors DNI - taboo (consensual sex b/w a professor & undergrad) - age difference (the reader is at least in their 20s; Nanami approaching early 30s) - fingering (fem! receiving) - cunnilingus - semi-missionary position (reader lies on their back on a table while Nanami stands) - public sex/sex in a university classroom - unprotected sex (PSA: wrap it up, or get the fuck up) - pining if you squint - praise - pet names (baby, darling, love, sweet pea) - clitoral play (licking and sucking) - kissing/makeout sessions.

Wc: 3.4k

Dear Diary...it's been a long while since I had to come to you as an outlet for my thoughts. But something happened today that caused my mind to go rampant, and I need to rely on you again...

Today is supposed to be the best day of the year. You just finished taking your last in-person exam, you were able to finish packing up all your stuff, and you're now ready to kiss this campus goodbye until the upcoming fall season.

You could not wait to start your summer plans. Not only will you work in the internship you've been hoping to get into since last semester, but you'll finally have ample time to hang with your best friends ever — Yuuji, Megumi, and Nobara!

The summer break has been the end goal for the four of you, and now that your finals are finally over, there's no stopping you from enjoying the season to the best you can!

However, as much as you say you're excited, it doesn't correlate to your actual feelings at this point in time. Something happened that altered your entire perception of what the future was supposed to be.

Something so out of the ordinary that you don't know how to properly feel or think about the situation.

Something so out of the ordinary that you turn to a diary to let your thoughts out, alone in your shared dorm room when all the other roommates have left earlier in the week.

Something so completely out of the ordinary that it sends chills down your spine just reminiscing the moment before sitting at this exact desk writing about what transpired earlier.

It all started when I went to my last in-person exam with Yuuji, where everyone else was waiting for the professor...

You and Yuuji had the same Biology class to take care of one of your science credits, and the exam was to take place on the last day of finals week. Although you've been told it's not supposed to be a difficult test — it's a bunch of multiple questions, short answers, and one essay — the exam period starts from 6 p.m. to 9 p.m. Three hours of endless testing was enough to put you, Yuuji, and all the other classmates in shambles, embracing guaranteed failures and having no idea how to study.

Luckily, a true saint descended from above to bless you and your peers with a professor who knows what he's doing and is patient enough to lead you to the right path. Your professor, Kento Nanami, was relatively young enough to connect with his fellow students but held a well-mannered and stern cadence that gained the respect and admiration of those around him. He was able to steer you guys into a secure approach to your studying: taking in questions, making study guides for quizzes and midterms, and highlighting significant areas from the textbook throughout the semester that will be shown on today's exam.

So through all the diligent preparation and practical labs you've attended, you feel way more confident with the material than at the start of the semester. Can't say the same for Yuuji, who's more nervous than you (with his three unexcused absences and constantly coming to you for help). But as long as y'all are suffering together, that's all that matters.

The only problem is that the exam is sectioned into three parts — sixty multiple-choice questions that are one point each, ten short answer questions that are also one point each, one mix-and-match portion, and the essay is ten whole points by itself (twenty if you can answer five bonus questions afterward). So, off the bat, everyone understands why three hours are given to complete the exam. But Professor Nanami said, "You all should be fine because it doesn't necessarily have to take you all three hours to complete. So if you finish early, you can get outta here." Say less.

So once you entered the usual classroom with Yuuji, you followed through and sat distant from each other at the same table. The professor came on time as always, instructing the class on where to get the exam on the class website, giving the password to unlock it, and wishing you luck.

The only sounds in the space were people clicking their keyboards, sighs, and groans, and people packing up to leave after submitting their exams before thanking their professor for a great semester. Soon the number of students would thin out, leaving just you and Yuuji still completing your exam.

Yuuji finished at the two-hour mark, releasing an extended sigh of relief before hurriedly stuffing his laptop in his backpack. He goes down to thank and bear hug the professor. And you giggle at the expression of Nanami's dismay because he would've sufficed with a simple handshake like the other students. But that's what makes Yuuji an anomaly to the mass, being exceptionally himself no matter where or who he's with. The salmon-haired boy walks up and wishes you luck, going to his dorm to pack the last of his things and promising to pick you up when you're done.

And then it was just you and him: the professor standing at the podium in front of the classroom, reading a book while you finish the last bonus questions before submitting it on the class site. You sigh heavily, and a massive wave of relief washes over you. You did it. You handled all your exams. You're finally free!

"Finished?" You look for where the voice comes from. The professor looks up from his book at your figure.

You place your laptop in your bag and stand up from your seat. It took you twenty more minutes just to finish compared to Yuuji. "Yup! It wasn't so bad like you said, but I had more trouble with the bonus questions than everything else." You stretch your arms and legs.

Nanami chuckles at your feedback. "I see. I did say the bonus questions would be more lab-based. Good thing those who couldn't make it to some of the labs got to see me so I could help them or assign them with the other students who missed."

"You mean like Yuuji?" You walk up to the podium to be in front of your professor. "Because the poor guy couldn't make it to some of the labs because of club activities."

"Yes, Itadori is one of those students." Nanami smiles at the mention of the salmon-haired other. "He's undoubtedly a hard-working student, asking questions and enjoying the lectures. But that's for when he is in the class."

You chuckle as the subtle shade at your friend. "He does try, though! All the times we've studied together since this exam shows that he wanted to put his whole heart into this class. Not to mention that you're secretly his favorite teacher~." You mention the last part hoping it sparks something in the professor, and you're glad to see that the older man releases a wee chortle at the tiny piece of information.

"Hmm, well, I appreciate his enthusiasm and that he was deeply interested in the class. However," your professor closes his book and walks to the side of the podium, erasing an imaginary barrier between the two of you. "You also play a huge part in his engagement. He's lucky to have a friend like you."

Your brows trench, but a smile creeps past your conscious. "What makes you say that?"

"You've been a particular student in my class. Not only are you an easy grader, but you capture the material so well that Itadori trusts you enough to help him when I'm not available to do so. Anytime you ask me a question, it's always outside the textbook or linked to something you looked into outside the lectures."

The smile on your face grows large, and you look away to shield it from his vision. "Thank you, Professor Nanami."

"I won't be surprised if I check the grades later and see that you got an excellent grade." He removes his glasses and places them on the podium with his book. "I'd also suggest you consider minoring in this field if you'd like. And did you sign up for that scholarship I mentioned to you around two weeks ago?"

"Yes, I filled it out last week."

"Good." He moves a hand to place on your shoulder, and the action takes you aback because it's the first time he's ever touched you. "I expect great things from you, Y/n. I'm sure whatever you want to do in this life, you'll do just fine."

You bashfully nod at his kind words. And you extend your hand up to him to signify a ready handshake. "Thank you, professor. And thank you so much for all your help this semester."

The hand that was on your shoulder grabs hold of your hand. But what happens next was far from what you expected.

Nanami lifts your hand with his and faintly sets his lips on the back of your knuckles.

And this is the provenance of what sets everything in motion.

What he did to your hand didn't just surprise you, but also surprised him. Nanami froze with your hand still in his, not daring to move as you have yet moved an inch.

Why did I do that? It's the biggest question that runs through his mind at this time. One moment he was praising you for being one of his best students, then he busses his lips onto your hand the next. But why?

Nanami knew he was done for. Unable to look into your eyes, he can only tighten his hold on your hand. This was so not part of his routine. Today was supposed to be like any other exam day. He only came here to see his students for one last time before the start of summer break. He only came here to see his final class and have them take the exam before heading home. So why?

Perhaps it was the feelings of spring blinding him like a child. Or maybe his emotions got the better of him. But today was the last day of the semester he'd see his favorite pupil — you. Until now, the professor has done a phenomenal job maintaining an appropriate relationship between teacher and student, keeping a respectable distance while tending to his scholars.

And yet, he still would catch himself sneaking a selfish glance at you following through with his lectures, his heart swooning when you use your lovely voice to ask a question, or going blind when you flash a smile that rivals the sun's beam.

It's never right to have favorites; however, you clearly were the one that caught his attention the most.

Yet, also, this type of relationship is not the best for Nanami or you. You are a student, and he is your teacher. This could damage the reputation of both of you. It's the least favorable outcome between the two of you...

...So why haven't you snatched your hand away from mine yet?

Your hands tighten back with his, and the man finally chooses to look at you.

You're eyes bore into him, looking at him as if he's the only thing meant to have your concentration. Your breathing descends to a slower pace, but the rhythm of your heart beats the more you look at the man before you. "Professor Nanami..." you said his name in a whisper, and God, did it feel so wrong to do such a thing. As if your mouth would be thrown into a pit of flames for even calling to him with an indescribable connotation. Your mind is now fueled with a deep emotion rooted within, rooted with a scary longing.

"Y/n..." It felt even more wrong to have your name hushed in his voice, so hot to the ears that they could melt any second. Even so, a part of you wishes he would repeat it in the same tone again. Expressing the exact feeling of wanting something, wanting you.

Observant brown eyes lock in with your eyes. Faces move forward with hesitance. Eyes close. Noses begin to brush their skins against each other. And pairs of lips seal an unfortunate yet desirable event that cannot be revoked.

It takes a few minutes for you two to melt into each other from the makeout session. It takes a few minutes to block the glass windows with portable whiteboards to block the view from the outside. And it takes a few minutes for you to be a disheveled mess with your back on a table with Nanami between your legs, fingering your throbbing vulva and licking your slick and sensitive clitoris.

"Hoooh...Mmmm, Professor Nanami, your tongue. I-It feels too good—Nnnmph!!"

Nanami flicks his tongue on your sensitive, the cause for you to cry out. "Y/n, I told you. It's just the two of us, so call me by my name."

No, you mustn't. That's taking things too far. But, "K-Kentooo," that name is too tempting to not have seeped through your moans. "Your tongue and fingersss, they're too much!"

His middle and forefinger pull and push inside your gushy walls, prompting more of your sweet cries to fill the blonde man's eardrums. "Is that so? Too much for you? Think you're gonna cum?"

You nod desperately with each question, your cunt clenching around his digits as if you were to snatch them off. But that would be impossible when he's playing with your pussy like a toy. Sweat starts to form on your forehead, your orgasm inching in closer and closer by the second.

And Nanami notices, resulting in him coming to your aid for release. His tongue goes back to lapping around clit, kissing and sucking on the bud while the tempo of his fingers increases.

Your climax hits you hard, having your body twitch and quiver as the inner walls of your slit contract around the digits scraping your velvety texture. You grab tufts of his blond hair, messing up its neat shape. But neither of you cares, too engulfed with each other to worry about the details. Tears form at the end of your eyes as you experience your high, and you try to steady your breathing when your professor withdrawals himself from you.

"Good job, sweet pea. Made a mess on my fingers." He praises you while undoing his tie and unbuttoning his dress shirt, revealing his well-defined torso for your eyes to see. But the real prize is when he unzips his pants and pulls down his briefs, his erect cock out in the open for you to marvel at.

But before you could look at it with all its glory, the tip of his dick presses up against your cunt, sliding it up and down to warm you up before entry. The feeling of his shaft grinding on your folds and clit is enough to have chills travel down your spine.

"Alright, love, I'm gonna go slow for you, okay?" His chocolate brown eyes examine your face to give him a response. You nibble on your lip and brace yourself after confirming your cooperation. "If you want me to stop, let me know. So, take some breaths for me."

And with that, the blonde pushes his cock into you with every exhale you take, the twinge of pain making it difficult to focus. Yet you still pull through because you want this so fucking much. There's no turning back now. And when the tip of his cock finally nestles inside your vagina, a choked shriek departs from your lips.

Slowly, Nanami pushes himself into you, every inch of his cock venturing further into your welcoming, throbbing chasm. He brushes up against your sweet spots causing you to jerk up. Nanami coaxes you through it. "It's okay, darling. You're taking me so well."

Tears come streaming down when the base of his cock kisses your folds, your union now solidified. The blonde gives you a moment to get acclimated with his girth inside before he gradually instructs a patient pace of the hips.

"Mmmm, Kento. 'S so good..." You mewl into the air, your face feeling hot and sweaty. The slow rhythm of his ruts is tantalizing, but it feels so good having his length scrape your insides. "Pleaseee, go fasteeer—"

"Want it faster? Nnmmm, damn, I'll go faster, baby." When the moment is right, his thrusts quicken the cadence, provoking more blissful whimpers to fill the silent room.

Your hands find purchase on his back, your legs wrapping around his waist to cage him close to you. And Nanami takes the notion as a signal for him to dial up the speed, thrusting so deep into your pussy with an erratic tempo. Pelvis smacking hard on your slit and tender clit that it has you seeing stars.

"Hmmm, Ahh—Ahhhh! Ohhhh, fucking shit!" The harsh ruts to your lower half keep your ground to the table beneath you, sweat sticking your clothes to your back. The sounds of skin slapping each other are on par with your pornographic noises, having you feel indecent and shameful. But it's too late now.

"Hmmph! Oh, fuck," husky groans exit from Nanami, the man putting his forehead on yours. "You feel so good and tight around me, love. So close to—Ahhhh!! Shit, so close to cumming.."

You swallow the spit that secretes your mouth. "Haaaah, Kentoooo—" your eyes are shut to wholly focus on the commotion beneath you. Your sexes smacking each other, forcing you to clench around him with every thrust of the hips. "I'm about to—Nnnaaahh!! Oh, Jesus, I'm gonna cummm!"

He kisses your forehead. "You want to cum, sweet pea?"

"Yesssss, please, please, pleaseee!!" Begging for your release is all you can do as your mind turns into mush, the familiar sensation crawling back to haunt you.

He hushes your cries with his lips on yours, the final kiss filled with scorching passion while Nanami pistons a few thrusts plunging to your vulva.

Your orgasm washes over you again, and you moan blissfully into the blonde's mouth. Your gushy walls flutter around his member for the last time, coating it with your essence. And Nanami had to be quick not to sink too deep into the feeling, or else he'd spill his release into you. He removed himself from your lips and body, ejaculating his load onto your bare stomach, and you gasped at the contact of his fluids spilling on your exposed skin.

You look up to survey the man before you, and you're met with an image you never thought you'd see. Blonde hair that was once slicked neatly now had messy strands that framed his face beautifully. Sweat covered his sculpted physique, and hooded brown eyes examined your body under him.

Letting the silence calm the both of you down from your aftershocks, Nanami glances at your face and smiles. He brings a hand to cup your cheek, brushing off tears that painted your face.

"Glad to have you this semester. Have a good summer, darling."

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BAM! BAM!! BAM!!!

An abrupt sound has you stop writing on the entry, bringing you back to the present time.

It sounded like it came from the front door, so you stuff your diary into your bag and exit the room to find out who's causing all the ruckus. When you open the door, the first thing that enters your line of vision is pink hair.

Your friend, Yuuji Itadori.

"Yo!" He greets you. "Ready to go? I called up your phone like four times."

"Oh, you did? Sorry, I must've forgotten to put it back on vibrate after the exam." You move out of the way for Yuuji to enter your dorm, closing the door behind him. "My stuff is in my room. I got two suitcases, a duffel bag, and my backpack."

"Alright then, let's hurry and get out of here! Think we can take the freeway since it's late at night, and traffic should be gone by now."

Yuuji grabs your two suitcases and heads outside to put them inside the trunk of his car. You walk around to check and see if anything is missing or misplaced before heading to your room and grabbing the other bags.

Yet before you leave the space entirely, you grab your diary again and write your final thoughts.

...I don't know what possessed me to let what happened happen. But, at the same time, I don't hate it for happening? I don't know...it was probably the feelings of spring taking over me or the relief that I finished all my exams.

But one thing is for sure; if I wasn't the last person to leave that classroom, none of that would've happened. I wouldn't have experienced that new side of Professor Nanami.

And as long as this keeps between me and him, then I'm kinda glad that it happened.

milkmaid.

Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!Reader (ft. Puppyboy!Yuji)

Bitch, I’m a cow 🐮

A/N: This lil fic is for the Paws and Claws Collab by @katslutski​! Thanks for letting me participate! Also sorry for making it stupidly long 😳😩

NOTICE: Yes, Yuji is in the story, but only as an additional character. Nothing sexual involving him.

Word Count: 4.1 K

TW/CW: power imbalance relationship (owner x pet), chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, heat cycle/going into heat, reader has large breasts (duh lol), lactation, milking, nipple play, unprotected sex, creampie

PART 2 Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

PART 3

Life, you had decided, was just not fair.

It was the ass crack of dawn and, just like every other day before, you were fumbling around in your cozy cabin half asleep, trying to get prepared to receive your assigned duties for the day. “Why couldn’t I have been born a puppy girl?” Your ears fluttered as you mutter grumpily, “all they ever have to do is lay around, be cute and get pet.” The bitterness in your tone was almost enough to leave a bad taste in your mouth. “I’d be just a little dumber, but it’d be worth it!”

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prey.

Wolf!Toji x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader & Farmer!Nanami x Chubby!Cowgirl!reader

Part 2 of farm AU fic.

Part 3 here

A/N: I really like cowgirl!reader 🥰 she is a sweet babe so that means I must torture her 🤧

Word Count: 3.2k

TW/CW: consensual somnophila, oral (male receiving), power imbalance relationship (owner x pet), chubby!reader, cowgirl!reader, reader has mommy milker tig ol bitties (duh lol), lactation, description of animal harm (toji hunts and catches a deer)

It was the early hours of the morning, a little passed dawn as you snuck carefully up the stairs until you came to your master’s bedroom. Peeking your head in, you saw he was fast asleep, lying flat on his back in the center of the bed.

“Pssst. Master?” You whispered loudly as you entered the room on the tips of your toes. “Are you up yet?”

There was no response other than his heavy breathing.

Yep. It looked like he was for sure knocked out.

With a mischievous giggle, you carefully closed the door behind you and got onto the foot of the bed. Luckily, the man spared no expense when it came to his rest so the bed didn’t squeak or creak much at all under your movements because it was one of those expensive springless memory foam type of beds.

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nanami teaching his gf how to touch herself........i have feelings for him 😭😭

☰ cw: fem. reader, nanami talks you through it, 18+

nanami would be so gentle,

you‘re laid back against his chest, chewing on your lip as he‘s got your legs all sprawled out. his cologne scent hit you hard— like a truck, wearing nothing but some shorts with pretty underwear underneath, the same color that matched your bra.

“it‘s okay. i‘ll show you, sweetheart.” he‘d hum in a soft gruff tone.

“okay—”

you muttered, feeling him gently wrap a hand around your wrist. nanami went slow, making you trail your own hand down, down, down, from up to your chest— from your tummy, until he reached between your thighs.

he stops once he reaches near your thighs, you hear him chuckle against your ear and before you realize it, you were already soaked to proximity.

the mood was set just right, dim— candles were lit as you were in the shared bedroom with your boyfriend, rubbing your glossed lips together before letting off a tiny sigh, feeling your middle finger slowly insert inside.

“nice and . . slow, baby.” he coos, warm minty breath against your neck. “good girl, like that.” you almost let off a whine from not only the stimulation— but his praises too, you were wet, drenched there was no denying that. “push in and out, not too fast yet, okay . . ?”

you nodded, and nanami brings a chaste kiss to your forehead.

“need to hear that pretty voice before we go any further.” he softly breathes, his hand still gently and firmly holding onto your slightly trembling wrist.

you swallow back the lump in your throat before speaking in a near whiney voice. “i— um, okay nanami. keep teaching me how to— touch myself, please…”

“of course,” he replies. you‘re head‘s spinning as he‘s guiding you— guiding your fingers, you even manage to slip another one in now after a few seconds and moan after moan came.

as your digits deepened, the edges of your fingers skimmed against your clit, near your labia. you were sensitive, it was cute the way your head slumped back against nanami. “how cute. is it too much?”

“n—no..” you panted, feeling your leg starting to shake. your inner walls were merely being massaged by your fingers and it was an indescribable feeling. squelch after squelch, it wasn’t long before you started to feel your right thigh start to bounce— a tiny gasp leaving your lips.

nanami hums. “good,” and as you‘re playing with yourself on your own— he smiles, rubbing his chin against your shoulder. “now, try to feel for your g-spot, princess. press a little deeper and you‘ll feel it.”

within a few minutes you whine— feeling exactly the spot he described, fingers slightly curling and it feels damp, nearly soft and plump. “i— i feel it, kento… f—fuckkk.”

“i know, i know,” he whispers in a hushed tone. nanami’s got his hands away from you now, just one hand gripped onto your hip— another rubbing against your thigh that continued to shake and jolt against the fat mattress. “hey. talk to me, do you feel close, baby?”

“…y—yes....” you whimpered, lip quivering. eyes of yours nearly started to roll back to the very depths of your skull. it felt so good, you could nearly taste your incoming release, nodding at your reply. “m' close kento— close…”

the smile on his soft curved lips pressed a little more. “hmm. you are? gonna be a good girl and make a little mess for me?” and he kisses the back of your forehead. “it‘s okay, princess. make yourself cum for me.”

“k—kento,” you babbled, using your whole wrist to pleasure yourself. the very back of your head rubbed against him and he smiles. a pool of pressure‘s building up, you whimper again and again before you came— making such a mess on your own fingers, legs spasming and your climax rings throughout your own ears. “my—god..”

he grins cheekily, blond eyebrows raising, as a mere tease. “look at you,” and he holds your wrist again, making you remove your fingers from inside of you— staring at the lewdness of your own slick coming from your fingers.

“so dirty and it was only your first time touching yourself,” and nanami hums, turning your head to the left just a little to kiss you— a quick second peck before muttering. “how does one more time sound, baby? how about you let your boyfriend do all the work this time, hm?”

Milk, milk, milk!

ᜊ. gojō satoru, kento nanami, fushiguro toji, ryōmen sukuna, getō suguru! — only your favorite jjk men wanting to suck a little of your milk!

𖦹 minors don’t interact.

𖦹 content: sub!fem!reader, lactation kink, slight manhandle, fingering, mention of dry humping & creampie, handjob, nicknames.

ᥫ᭡. request! ┊ taglist! ┊ jjk masterlist!

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nanami drabble based on this

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again

Putting you in your place

ft. Nanami ཐིཋྀ

ཐིཋྀ In which you, Gojo’s annoying little sister, get put in your place by none other than Nanami Kento.

ཐིཋྀ Warnings : mean! Nanami, Brat Taming, Hair Pulling, Tie as gag, Face Fucking, Gagging, Heavy Degradation, use of Slut and Bitch (and Whore), No protection- he comes Inside you, Nanami absolutely destroying you.

ཐིཋྀ MDNI smut under the cut

Being Gojo’s brat of a sister. Always teasing Nanami about him not having a girlfriend. Constantly whining in his ears about the dumbest shit. You’re as annoying as your big brother, and Nanami can only tolerate so much.

Especially when you decide to be rude on top of it. Wanting to catch an attitude with everybody because something didn’t go your way.

That is exactly why Nanami had you on your knees taking his cock, his hand in your hair roughly bobbing your head along his thick length. “Is this what you needed to shut up?”

“Needed to be treated like the stupid slut that you are. Fucking annoying bitch.” He cursed, eyes dark with rage as he made you take him deeper. Loud gags filling the empty room as Nanami fucked your face.

Mascara filled tears ran down your face as you struggled to breathe. Your nails digging into the muscular man’s thighs. You could feel the tip of his cock slamming into the back of your throat with each movement of his hips. His pace fast and hard, heavy balls slapping your chin repeatedly.

Nanami’s head fell back, a string of curses leaving his mouth before he was yanking you up by your hair. Bending over his desk before thrusting into your sopping pussy with no warning.

You let out soft cries as he bullied your cunt open, stretching you out almost painfully. Nanami groaned loudly when you clenched down on him. His long fingers digging into your cheeks as your moans increased in volume. “Shut the fuck up.” he grunted. Pulling off his tie in one swift motion before stuffing it into your babbling mouth.

“Just shut up and take it. Had enough of your bratty attitude,”

Nanami’s hips snapped into yours inhumanly, your tits rubbing against the hard wooden desk as your body jerked with every thrust. It felt so good to put you back in your place. He was so fucking tired of hearing your whiny voice.

Nanami this. Nanami that. I want this. I want that. Always getting on like a fucking baby when you didn’t get your way. He was sick of it.

Nanami grabbed onto your two wrists bruisingly, holding them behind your back as his other hand found its place in your hair again. Pulling you up, Nanami held you flush against his chest, cock reaching even deeper than before as he fucked into your shorter frame.

You felt so tiny against him, your head resting on his broad chest as your sobs were muffled by the yellow and black cloth. Forcing your teary eyes open, you could see the pure rage on the man’s face. His eyebrows furrowed, hooded eyes glaring down at you and his lips pressed into a scowl.

It gave him maximum satisfaction to see you so stupid on his cock. “Maybe this was your fucking goal all along. To have me ruin you on my cock and fuck the attitude out of you.” He grunted.

“Fuck. You fucking brat. Look at you, where’s that annoying bitch now huh?” He laughed darkly. “Gotta keep fucking you like this to keep your dumb slut of a mouth in check.”

You let out a muffled cry, his tie becoming soaked with your tears and spit as drool ran down the sides of your mouth. Knees wobbly beneath you and your eyes rolled back as the man fucked you closer to orgasm.

“Fucking look at me.” he growled out, “Look at me as i break your pussy for my cock.” He demanded, his voice rough and deep. You whimpered, glassy eyes looking up at him through wet lashes til you met his brown eyes.

Your pussy clenched impossibly tighter, your slick running down your thighs as he fucked every last brain cell from your head. Until your mind was etched with nothing but him, his name, and his monster of a cock.

You could feel his veins rubbing against your gummy spot as your body began to shake. Muffled incoherent moans of his name being spilled straight into the fabric between your lips.

“Should’ve known sooner that this is what a slut like you needed. It’s all you’re fucking good for huh baby?” Your head nodded in agreement. Obscenely loud squelching sounds filling the room as he sloppily thrusted into your soaked pussy.

A smirk grew on the man’s face. “Maybe I should stop right now and leave you needy for my cock for the rest of the day.” You whined in protest, your tears ready to double in amount. Nanami only smirked wider, “Teach you a real lesson.”

Nanami’s mouth hung slightly in short groans, his abs tensing behind you. “Fuck, go ahead slut. Come. Make a fucking mess for me.”

Your body trembled uncontrollably, your moans and screams going unheard as you squirted. The clear liquid gushing onto the man’s thighs and tiled floor. “Fuck you’re such a dirty whore.” he spat, teeth clenched as he contemplated pulling out. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum. Someone like you is bound to be on the pill anyway.”

Nanami stilled deep inside you, his deep groan sounding in your ear as you felt hot ropes of cum coat your walls. “There we fucking go.” He sighed, remaining buried in your warm cunt for a few more minutes before pulling out.

Upon seeing your messy tear stained face, Nanami’s eyes widened. Did he go too far? Shit. Taking the dripping tie out your mouth, he opened his mouth to ask if you were okay. Instead taken aback when you hugged him tightly, looking up at him with a wide grin. You truly were a slut huh.

You giggled, “Wanted that for so long. Wish you would have done it sooner.” you pouted. And Nanami simply blinked in surprise as you nuzzled into his chest. You really were Satoru’s sister.

nanami drabble based on this (minors do not interact)

your sweet boyfriend nanami isn’t that old. but when he hears you say, “i want you to fuck me like a whore.” he gulps and almost spits out his drink.

“you want me to what?” he’s bouncing his leg and pulling you close against his chest to hear you say it again.

“i want you to fuck me.”

“don’t i always?” he chuckles, but the glint in your eyes are still there and a deep pout on your lips. “we always—”

“we make love. we have sex. but… i want you to fuck me. i want it rough and dirty—"

“do you know what you’re asking of me? i can’t… why would i want to be rough with my delicate baby, hm?”

“you can be rough with me and still show how much you love me… i love making love with you, but tonight i want you to just let loose and not so responsible,”

he thinks it over all night before he actually makes his way to bed. swallowing hard and his palms shaking. he’s never had this to be requested of him.

but when he sees you… naked and spread for him, he’s no longer thinking like the sweet man you know.

he’s flipping you over quickly and putting a hand over your mouth as he slips inside of you, no foreplay, just thrusting. a pinch of pain and your muffled voice making his eyes go hazy, his hips with a kind of their own as he pounds inside of you.

kissing and biting up and down your neck, he whispers words he never thought to urge, “you like when daddy fucks you? when i show you how this is mine?”

pushing your back down he continues, feeling you squeezing around him. tears streaming down your face and your eyes rolling back, “thought you wanted this? now you can’t speak? talk to daddy.”

but the only talking he can hear is the squishy sounds echoing off the walls as he fills your cunt, the fast thrashing of skin slapping together. “n-nanami—ah!”

your hands are pushing him away but he’s rubbing eagerly at your clit. “just a breakkkkk!”

“nuh uh. gonna break this pussy in, show her the new me.” your legs are shaking as he does a devilish smile, thrusting inside of you again