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Breaking up is hard to do!
synopsis: breaking up with the jjk men.
⚝characters: Gojo, Geto, Nanami
⚝content: heavy angst, gaslighting(Gojo's), depression (Suguru's), mutual breakup(Nanami's)
⚝wc: 3.5k
Satoru Gojo
“Yeah so then Yuji popped out of the crate and surprised them all! You should’ve seen it baby!” Satoru wheezes holding his stomach as he recalls the event from the day.
No matter how hard you try though, you can only muster a small smile.
It had become really hard to do much else recently. With the weight of the hundreds of tasks at work taking its toll. Satoru looks over at you, waiting for a laugh—but it doesn’t come.
“Hellooo? Everything alright princess?” He questions giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
“Mhmm!” You nod.
He looks at you for another moment, unreadable expression on his face. Satoru shifts, clearly expecting more from you. “You sure? You’ve been quiet tonight. That’s not like you,” he says, his voice still light, but there’s a hint of curiosity now.
You try to hold back the frustration, but it bubbles up anyway. “I’m just tired, Satoru.”
“Tired? Seriously?” he mutters, pulling his hand away. “You work, what, a nine-to-five? You act like you’re running yourself into the ground.”
You blink, taken aback by his dismissive tone. “Satoru, it’s not just about the hours. It’s everything piling up, and—”
“Piling up?” He cuts you off with a scoff, already reaching for his phone. “Why didn’t you just say something sooner? You know I could’ve hired someone to handle that for you. I’ve got the money. You shouldn’t be stressing over... whatever this is.”
The words sting. You knew his mind would go there. It always does—like money could just make the exhaustion disappear, like hiring someone to take care of the smaller details would magically solve everything.
“It’s not about the money, Satoru.” you snap, trying to hold onto your patience. “I don’t need someone else doing my job for me. I just... I need you to listen.”
He raises an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “Listen? What do you expect me to say? You’re tired. I get it. But don’t act like you’re drowning when I could have fixed this a long time ago. Hell, I could’ve bought you time off or flown you somewhere. You're sittin' here sulking like I can’t take care of things.”
You clench your fists, the exhaustion now compounded by frustration. “It’s not about you fixing things, Satoru. Sometimes I just need support—not your money.”
He stares at you, eyes narrowing. “Right. So you want to feel miserable instead of letting me help. That’s real smart, princess.”
Your heart pounds in your chest as you shove clothes into your bag, the sound of zippers and drawers slamming echoing through the room. You can feel Satoru’s presence behind you, hovering, but you don’t stop. You can’t. Not after that.
“C'mon, princess.” he says, his voice exasperated, like he’s the one who's supposed to be annoyed. “What are you doing? Where do you think you’re going?”
You don’t answer, your hands moving faster, yanking more clothes off hangers, ignoring the sting behind your eyes. You’re so angry you can barely breathe.
“I’ll book us a trip,” Satoru tries again, a hint of desperation creeping into his usually arrogant tone. “How about Paris? We’ll stay at that five-star hotel you like, the one with the private balcony. You love that place.”
Your jaw clenches. “This isn’t about a vacation, Satoru,” you snap, stuffing the last of your things into the bag. “It’s not about your money or your fancy hotels.”
“Then what is it about?” he shoots back, his voice rising with frustration. “You’re acting like I haven’t given you everything. "What more do you want?"
You freeze, bag halfway zipped, your body trembling as you turn to face him. His icy blue eyes are wide, confused, and maybe even a little hurt, but you’re beyond caring. “I want you to see me!” you shout, the words tearing out of you, louder than you intended. “I don’t need you to throw money at the problem! I need you to actually understand what I’m going through!”
Satoru stares at you, speechless for once. His mouth opens, but no words come out. He looks almost... shocked, like he can’t comprehend that his money, his status, can’t fix this. That he can’t fix this.
“Do you even care?” you ask, your voice quieter now, but no less angry. “Do you care about how I feel? Or is it just easier for you to throw cash at me until I stop complaining?”
He’s silent, his gaze hardening as he crosses his arms. “I’m trying to help. What else do you want me to do?”
“I want you to listen!” You throw your hands up in frustration, feeling more alone than ever. “I don’t want your money. I don’t want trips or fancy dinners. I want you to care about me, Satoru. Not just the idea of me.”
His lips press into a thin line, but he says nothing. The silence is louder than any of his words.
As your hand grips the doorknob, ready to leave, Satoru’s voice cuts through the silence, sharp and bitter.
“Right, run off to Shoko’s.” he scoffs, his arms crossed defensively. “You always do this, don’t you? The moment things get tough, you bolt. Guess it’s easier to complain to her than actually deal with me.”
His words hit you like a punch to the gut, stopping you in your tracks. You turn slowly to face him, disbelief clouding your vision. He’s standing there, arms folded, arrogance in his posture.
“I always do this?” you repeat, your voice trembling with anger. “I’ve stayed through everything, Satoru!"
“You’re just like Suguru.” Satoru spits out, the words dripping with bitterness and desperation.
Your hand freezes on the handle. You weren’t expecting that. Slowly, you turn to look at him, and the mask of arrogance has cracked. His eyes are wild, wide with something close to panic. “Running away the moment things get hard,” he continues, his voice shaking slightly. “Is that it? Just gonna leave like he did?”
Your heart skips a beat, anger fading for a moment as something else stirs inside you. You’ve seen Satoru angry before, frustrated, even cold—but this? This is different.
“That’s not fair.” you say quietly, though the anger still simmers beneath the surface. “I’m not leaving because things are hard. I’m leaving because you’re not listening.”
Satoru’s eyes narrow, his lips pressing into a hard line. Then he snaps, his voice cutting through the tension like a blade, sharp and cold. “Well, fine. Go. I survived him abandoning me, I’ll survive you too.”
His words sting, burning through the air with a finality that makes your breath hitch. It’s a challenge, a defense—his way of masking the fear that’s clawing at him from the inside out. He’s pushing you away before you can leave, just like he’s done with everything else that’s threatened to crack his carefully controlled world.
You stand there, frozen for a moment, staring at him as his walls rise higher, shutting you out. This is what it’s come to. He’s too scared to let you in, too scared to admit that you leaving isn’t something he can just survive—that it’s something that terrifies him.
But he won’t say it. He won’t ask you to stay.
And that’s when you know.
Suguru Geto
You rest under the comfort of your blanket. How many days have you been in this bed? Three days? Four?
The world was just too much right now, and your room was the only security available. It had been a week since Suguru vanished without a word, leaving behind nothing but unanswered questions and broken trust. Principal Yaga’s words still echoed in your mind—a whole village slaughtered, his parents among the dead.
And not even a text.
You weren’t sure if he was even alive, maybe it would be better if he wasn’t. At least then you wouldn’t have to come to terms with the fact that the love of your life was now a wanted killer.
You took another tissue from the box, blowing into it and tossing the crumpled mess into the garbage can.
Satoru hadn’t responded either, was he okay? Did he know?
Your mind screamed for silence, for the thoughts to stop, but they kept coming, relentless.
“Angel?”
That voice… no it couldn’t be. You lower the covers from your face.
It was
“Hi baby...” his normally soothing voice does little to alleviate the ache in your chest.
“You…” your voice barely a whisper, threatening to break. “I thought you were dead.”
He moves closer, his footsteps barely making a sound on the floor, and you finally take him in. Despite everything, despite the horrors you’ve been told, he looks… normal.
How could he look so much like the Suguru you knew, the Suguru you loved, when everything inside of you was shattered?
Was this the same man who held you close? Whispered sweet nothings in your ear—promised to protect you with his life?
“It’s me, (Y/N).” he says softly, his voice cutting through the silence as if he had read your thoughts.
The tenderness in his tone feels like a knife twisting in your chest. How could he say that—so casually, so easily? Like everything was normal, like your world hadn’t come crashing down around you. You blink, trying to force the tears back, trying to find the right words, but nothing comes.
“Are you?” your voice is small, barely more than a whisper. Doubt lingers in every syllable.
He doesn’t respond to your question. Instead, his gaze softens, and without a word, he pulls the covers off of you. The cold air rushes over your skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you had buried yourself in, and for a moment you flinch, instinctively clutching the blanket before you let it slip from your fingers.
His eyes trace over your fragile form, and there’s something in them—a flicker of sympathy, regret, even—but it doesn’t change the fact that he’s the reason for your downward spiral. He knows it too. The weight of it presses on him, though he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he moves with a gentleness you hadn’t expected, sliding his arms under you and lifting you up as if you weighed nothing.
You want to protest, want to ask what he thinks he’s doing, but you’re too tired, too drained to fight. So you let him carry you. His arms are steady, and despite everything, you can’t help but melt in his embrace.
He takes you into the bathroom, the sound of running water filling the space as he sets you down gently. You can feel the cool tile under your feet as he kneels in front of the tub, turning the faucet on and testing the temperature.
You had so many things you wanted to say. You wanted to yell at him, curse him, ask him why. But you couldn’t.
He dips his hand under the stream, adjusting the temperature until it’s just right. His movements are deliberate, methodical, as if this is the only way he knows how to show you any kind of care right now.
You stand there, numb and silent, watching him. The man who destroyed your world, now kneeling before you, acting as though he can piece it back together with something as simple as a bath. It feels absurd, almost cruel, but at the same time, you don’t have the strength to stop him.
Suguru rises to his feet, his presence towering yet calm as he began to undress you. Gentle hands pulling his t-shirt off of you, the one you had been clinging onto for days.
His hands brush lightly against your skin as he lifts the shirt over your head, sending a shiver down your spine.
He had seen you in this state before, many times. But this….this was different.
Suguru guides you to the shower, washing your body with a gentleness you missed so deeply.
You close your eyes, letting him take care of you, even though you don’t understand why or how he can. The silence between you grows heavier with every passing second, filled with words unspoken and emotions too tangled to sort out.
Finally, you speak, your voice barely audible over the sound of the water. “Why are you here, Suguru?”
His hand pauses for a moment, the washcloth resting against your skin. You can feel the weight of his gaze on you, but when he answers, his voice is low, steady, like he’s speaking more to himself than to you.
“Because I….I love you” His voice almost too quiet, as if he’s afraid to say the words out loud.
“Then why, Suguru?” your voice trembles, almost breaking under the weight of your next words. “Is it true? You killed those people?”
The washcloth falls from his hand, splashing into the water as the silence between you deepens. He doesn’t speak right away, and the hesitation in his silence is an answer in itself.
You swallow hard, the air thick with the weight of the truth you already know but can’t bear to accept.
“They were… in the way,” he finally admits, his voice low, almost hollow.
You step out of the shower, the warm water sliding off your skin in slow rivulets. Without thinking, you reach for the towel, wrapping it tightly around yourself like armor.
This isn’t the man you loved, the one who spoke of protecting the weak, of valuing life. Yet, there’s something so heartbreakingly familiar in the way he says it—like a twisted version of the Suguru you knew, now wrapped in darkness.
“But those were people, Suguru,” you say, your voice fragile, as if you’re trying to reach the man you once knew beneath the monster he’s become. “Innocent people. How could you…?”
He takes a deep breath, stepping closer to you, his hand brushing against your skin, cold and distant. “Because this world is broken.” he murmurs. “And I need to fix it. I had to do it. Can’t you see that? We—sorcerers—we’re meant for something greater. And they… they were holding us back.”
You shake your head, tears brimming in your eyes. “I don’t understand, Suguru. I don’t understand any of this.”
He steps closer, his hand cupping your face gently, as though trying to reassure you with his touch. "Come with me." he whispers, his voice softer now, pleading. “Run away with me. Together, we can build something new. You don’t have to be a part of this broken world anymore. We can leave it all behind.”
Before you can respond, his lips press against yours, a kiss that’s both gentle and urgent, as though he’s trying to pour every unsaid word, every plea, into this one moment. It’s the Suguru you remember—the Suguru who once made you feel safe, loved.
But the reality of who he’s become crashes down on you.
You pull away, your hands pressed firmly against his chest, creating a wall between you. “No.” you whisper, your voice breaking. “I can’t.”
For a moment, Suguru just stands there, staring at you, his dark eyes searching yours for something—some kind of understanding, some sign that you’ll change your mind. His hand lingers on your cheek, his touch softer now, almost hesitant, as though he’s trying to hold on to whatever connection is left.
But then, slowly, he withdraws, his hand falling back to his side. He straightens up, his expression hardening as he steps away from you, giving you the space you so desperately need. The softness in his eyes fades, replaced by the cold determination you’ve seen before.
“You’ll see,” he says, his voice quiet, but there’s a sharp edge to it now. “One day, you’ll understand. When you see what I’ve seen, when you finally understand the truth about this world—you’ll come around. I know you will.”
His words hang heavy in the air, and without another glance, he turns and walks toward the door, leaving you standing alone, trembling in the silence.
Nanami Kento
Kento was an honest man. There was nothing he ever kept from you. Other people might view him as a hard shell, but you could read him like a book.
So when he came to bed that night, holding you just a little tighter than usual—you knew something was up.
You shifted slightly in his embrace, his grip tightening instinctively as if he feared you might slip away.
“Kento?” you asked softly, your voice breaking the stillness of the room.
“I’ve decided to talk to Gojo tomorrow.” he said quietly, his voice steady but with a hint of resolve. “I want to return to being a sorcerer.”
The words hung in the air, sinking into you like lead. You stiffened, a sharp sting blooming in your chest as you processed his decision.
“Are you seriously considering this?” Your voice trembled with a mix of hurt and disbelief. “You know what that life entails. You’ve seen the consequences. Are you really willing to go back to that danger?”
Kento’s silence was heavier than any response he could have given. His arms, though still holding you close, seemed distant now, as if they were reaching out from across a chasm of uncertainty.
“I’ve thought it through,” he said finally, though his tone lacked the conviction he tried to project. “I need to do this for myself. I can’t keep pretending I’m satisfied with where I am.”
The last words echoed in your ears their weight sinking deep into your heart. “So you’re not satisfied with me?” you whispered, barely able to speak past the knot forming in your throat.
Kento’s eyes widened in shock. “No, that’s not what I meant—”
“Then what is it, Kento?” you demanded, frustration and hurt sharpening your words. “We have something good here. You have a good job. You left Jujustu High for a reason! What about Haibara—”
At the mention of Haibara, Kento’s face hardened. His eyes, which had been searching for the right words, now burned with anger and frustration. “Don’t.”
Your eyes widen at his tone. He sighs, trying to catch himself. “This…isn’t about him, or his fate. It’s about my own path, my own choices. You think I’m risking everything without knowing the cost?”
“And what do you expect me to do, Kento?” Your voice cracked, raw emotion rising as you slid out of bed, unable to lie still any longer. “Sit at home and worry about you? Not knowing if you’re going to come back in one piece? I can’t live like that! I can’t live every day with the fear that you might not come back, that you might be hurt or worse?”
The silence that followed was suffocating. You paced the room, your emotions boiling over, while Kento sat still, his gaze following you but offering no solace.
“You’re asking me to accept a life where every day is a gamble with your safety!” You stopped, turning to face him, your chest heaving with emotion. “How am I supposed to do that? How am I supposed to pretend everything’s okay when the reality is that you might not come back to me? This isn’t just about you, Kento. It’s about us, our future!”
Kento ran a hand through his blond locks, frustration etched into every line of his face. “I’m not asking you to pretend it’s okay. I’m asking you to understand that this is something I need to do for myself, even if it means risking everything.”
You blinked, tears blurring your vision as his words sank in. “And what if everything we have is the cost?”
The question lingered, echoing in the space between you. Kento rose from the bed, standing tall before you, but the weight of the moment seemed to bow his shoulders.
He stepped closer, his hands trembling slightly as they cupped your face. His eyes, filled with a deep sadness, searched yours, looking for understanding that he knew might never come. “I love you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “You need to know that.”
You shook your head, your voice breaking. “But that isn’t enough… is it? It never will be…”
There was a heavy silence between you, the weight of your words pressing down on both of you.
“I… can’t watch you throw your life away, Kento.”
He took a deep breath, the sound heavy with resignation. "Then… we’ve both made our decision."
His hands, which had held you with such tenderness, felt distant as you pulled away. You took a step back, a sob catching in your throat.
He opens his mouth, but no words come out with a trembling breath, he stepped forward and gently pulled you into his arms. The embrace was tender, filled with the weight of finality.
He buried his face in the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent one last time as if trying to imprint it into his memory. The warmth of his body, once a comfort, now felt like a dagger in your chest.
“I’m sorry.” he whispered, his voice strained. The words were barely audible, but the sentiment hung heavy in the air.
Kento lingered for a moment, his hand sliding from your back to gently cup your face. His thumb brushed away the tear you hadn’t realized had fallen, and his expression softened with a promise you weren’t sure either of you could believe.
“I’ll come back,” he whispered, his voice strained but resolute. “Somehow… I’ll find my way back to you. One day.”
You clung to him for a moment longer, feeling the ache of goodbye in every fiber of your being, before he slowly pulled away. Leaving you.
OMG YES!!! him as Mr. Darcy is everything i needed in my life. Biting my fist, kicking and screaming.
I've been thinking about Nanami as Mr.Darcy so I made this. I think I will draw some scenes from the 2005 version.
Manifesting for him to squirt
💠 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞, 9𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐡𝐞/𝐡𝐞𝐫
💠 𝐣𝐣𝐤, 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧, 𝐧/𝐬𝐟𝐰
💠 𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧
💎 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐛𝐲𝐟/𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 💎 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐞
🧊 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬...
🧊 find your peace (in my arms) ft. s. gojo
🧊 please don't hide (not from me) ft. m. fushiguro
𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭…
✰: nsfw, mdni
➪ 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮
❥ let me love you (in the way only i can)
❥ to the strongest (what are you)
❥ find your peace (in my arms)
...
➪ 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
❥ let me hear you (so i can make it better)
...
➪ 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨 𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢
❥ please don’t hide (not from me)
...
➪ 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨
❥ before you rest (just one more) ✰
❥ call me (and i’ll be there)
…
➪ 𝐒𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐞𝐭𝐨
❥ let me make it clear (how i feel about you)
…
𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
➪ 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
Clingy. Overbearing. Annoying.
The words had been spoken in a fit of anger, harsh and loud, but overall meaningless and facetious.
Unlike them, however, the apology that ensued was anything but. It was sincere, so why, why, couldn’t you shake your newfound insecurities?
Despite the encouragement you received, you couldn’t help but be hesitant to go back to normal. The last thing you’d wanted to do was start another argument about boundaries or a lack thereof, and your concerns translated into your actions.
He notices instantly. Nanami has always been attentive to your emotions, but he’s even more so after such a hurtful fight.
Understandably, he’s incredibly guilty at how his words affected you, but he doesn’t blame you. Apologies are only the first step of many, after all.
“Darling? I’m home!” You peered up from your book, a small smile on your face. “Hey, love! I made dinner, it’s in the fridge.”
His smile softened. “Eat with me?” You fiddled awkwardly with your fingers. “O-oh, I already ate, so I’m going to finish this chapter real quick.”
His face fell, surprise and hurt clouding his eyes as he nodded slowly. “Alright then… I’ll be quick then.” You settled on a simple smile before looking back down at your book. Had you not been so quick to look back to your book, however, you would’ve missed the way his eyes narrowed in contemplation.
Not much changed after that. You were withdrawn and non-responsive for the night, and Nanami only became more concerned as the hours trudged by. It was only when you headed to the bedroom by yourself that his emotions made an appearance.
To his surprise and disappointment, you had shut off the light and already looked to be asleep. The two of you had always made it a point to turn in together.
“Yn, darling… what’s going on…?” You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for a noncommittal grunt, but it was instantly clear that your lover wasn’t going to let it go. “You’ve been quite distant lately. Can we talk about it?”
You hesitated before turning over to face him, but you still couldn’t lift your gaze to his. He let out a short sigh before resting a gentle hand on your cheek. “You can tell me anything you’re feeling, this is a safe space. Your comfort will always be my top priority,” Nanami promised.
You blew out a breath and sat up so that you could give him your full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shut you out,” You began, squeezing the blonde’s hand. “Don’t apologize,” Nanami interjected kindly. You flashed him a small smile before continuing.
“It’s just… I know you apologized and we already reconciled from our… fight, but I was worried that I might upset you again if I was clingy,” You admitted weakly. His face seemed to crumble at your words, but before you could take them back, his palm was cupping your cheek in a gentle grip.
“I said many things that I regret, my love, but apologizing was certainly not one of them. I spoke out of anger, but I didn’t mean any of it, that I can promise. Your affection and love are the things that I look forward to most, especially after work,” He promised, leaning in to look you directly in the eyes.
Tears welled in your eyes, and you leaned into his hand, his words beginning to soothe the ache in your chest. Your relief was nearly palpable and Kento was quick to kiss the tears that fell, putting action behind his words, as he always did.
“Can we… stay up a little later?” You sniffled, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations in his chest as he chuckled, the feeling comforting you. “Would you like me to hold you?” He offered, seeing right through your flimsy request.
“I guess I can let you since you claim to enjoy it so much,” You replied playfully. Kento’s chuckle turned into a laugh as he pulled you down to lay beside him. “It would be an honor, love,” He played along.
You made yourself comfortable on his chest and interlaced your hands, a soft sigh leaving you. “Love you, Kento,” You murmured, finally feeling at peace. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head and the “I love you” he whispered was just loud enough to reach you as you felt yourself begin to drift off to sleep.
𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮
➪ 𝐬𝐨 𝐢 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐭. 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨
Clingy. Overbearing. Annoying.
The words had been spoken in a fit of anger, harsh and loud, but overall meaningless and facetious.
Unlike them, however, the apology that ensued was anything but. It was sincere, so why, why, couldn’t you shake your newfound insecurities?
Despite the encouragement you received, you couldn’t help but be hesitant to go back to normal. The last thing you’d wanted to do was start another argument about boundaries or a lack thereof, and your concerns translated into your actions.
He notices instantly. Nanami has always been attentive to your emotions, but he’s even more so after such a hurtful fight.
Understandably, he’s incredibly guilty at how his words affected you, but he doesn’t blame you. Apologies are only the first step of many, after all.
“Darling? I’m home!” You peered up from your book, a small smile on your face. “Hey, love! I made dinner, it’s in the fridge.”
His smile softened. “Eat with me?” You fiddled awkwardly with your fingers. “O-oh, I already ate, so I’m going to finish this chapter real quick.”
His face fell, surprise and hurt clouding his eyes as he nodded slowly. “Alright then… I’ll be quick then.” You settled on a simple smile before looking back down at your book. Had you not been so quick to look back to your book, however, you would’ve missed the way his eyes narrowed in contemplation.
Not much changed after that. You were withdrawn and non-responsive for the night, and Nanami only became more concerned as the hours trudged by. It was only when you headed to the bedroom by yourself that his emotions made an appearance.
To his surprise and disappointment, you had shut off the light and already looked to be asleep. The two of you had always made it a point to turn in together.
“Yn, darling… what’s going on…?” You didn’t know how to respond, so you settled for a noncommittal grunt, but it was instantly clear that your lover wasn’t going to let it go. “You’ve been quite distant lately. Can we talk about it?”
You hesitated before turning over to face him, but you still couldn’t lift your gaze to his. He let out a short sigh before resting a gentle hand on your cheek. “You can tell me anything you’re feeling, this is a safe space. Your comfort will always be my top priority,” Nanami promised.
You blew out a breath and sat up so that you could give him your full attention. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shut you out,” You began, squeezing the blonde’s hand. “Don’t apologize,” Nanami interjected kindly. You flashed him a small smile before continuing.
“It’s just… I know you apologized and we already reconciled from our… fight, but I was worried that I might upset you again if I was clingy,” You admitted weakly. His face seemed to crumble at your words, but before you could take them back, his palm was cupping your cheek in a gentle grip.
“I said many things that I regret, my love, but apologizing was certainly not one of them. I spoke out of anger, but I didn’t mean any of it, that I can promise. Your affection and love are the things that I look forward to most, especially after work,” He promised, leaning in to look you directly in the eyes.
Tears welled in your eyes, and you leaned into his hand, his words beginning to soothe the ache in your chest. Your relief was nearly palpable and Kento was quick to kiss the tears that fell, putting action behind his words, as he always did.
“Can we… stay up a little later?” You sniffled, resting your head in the crook of his neck. You felt the vibrations in his chest as he chuckled, the feeling comforting you. “Would you like me to hold you?” He offered, seeing right through your flimsy request.
“I guess I can let you since you claim to enjoy it so much,” You replied playfully. Kento’s chuckle turned into a laugh as he pulled you down to lay beside him. “It would be an honor, love,” He played along.
You made yourself comfortable on his chest and interlaced your hands, a soft sigh leaving you. “Love you, Kento,” You murmured, finally feeling at peace. A kiss was pressed to the top of your head and the “I love you” he whispered was just loud enough to reach you as you felt yourself begin to drift off to sleep.
Nanami Kento - FanBehavior
Warnings: None
One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head
Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.
Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.
“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.
You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.
“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.
“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.
“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”
“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”
“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.
Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.
There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.
Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.
A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.
“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.
“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”
“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”
Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.
Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist
Gojo Satoru
Nanami Kento
Toge Inumaki
Miscellaneous
Hickey Headcanons
How some of the JJK boys would react to you leaving a hickey
Warnings: None that I know of
Reader Gender not specified
Gojo Satoru:
- Yes
- Would wear them with pride
- Might even ask for more when they start to fade away
Nanami Kento:
- It’s fine as long as it’s under the collar of his shirt
- If not he doesn’t really like them
- Doesn’t think they look professional at work
Yuuji Itadori:
- Blushy. So very blushy when someone else points them out
- He likes them a little, not as much as Gojo
Megumi Fushiguro:
- Pretends he doesn’t like them
- He really really likes them
Toge Inumaki:
- Adores them
- No one ever sees them due to what he wears so it’s like a secret that he cherishes
- It’s like having a little mark of you everywhere he goes
Toji Fushiguro:
- He’s more likely to leave hickies on you than you are on him
- When you do he wouldn’t really care that much to be honest
- If he hickies you, he’ll make sure you can’t cover it
Geto Suguru:
- Once again probably more likely to hickey you
- Subtly shows it off but also uses it as a way to keep people away from you, he’s a bit possessive
Mahito:
- Lots of hickies for him
- He likes it
- The more pain you cause while making them the more he likes them
- Sadistic masochist
Aoi Todo:
- Would make it a competition to see who could get the most hickies on the other person
- He’d show off the ones you left on him, making the single people suffer
- I feel like he just gloats about you a lot in general
☆ waiting for your return
nanami kento x male reader [he / him]
sypnosis: nanami leaves to go to shibuya leaving his boyfriend [name] at home. it's been a few hours since nanami has left, a few more hours than usual. [name] is worried and waits for nanami's safe retun home. he hopes nanami is alright. (meant to be viewed as romantic)
the lowercase is intentional !
- jjk manga spoilers under the cut !
"i'll see you later, [name]." nanami said, kissing your lips one last time. "i love you." he smiled slightly, ruffling your hair. you beamed at him and gave him a hug. "i love you too. stay safe for me in shibuya okay?" you spoke softly.
and then, nanami was off to work. he mentioned he was going out to fight some curses with other jujutsu sorcerers in shibuya. you didn't know much about sorcerers as you couldn't see them yourself, but you listened deeply to whatever nanami told you about them. it was fascinating how his life was different to yours just because he could see some negative energy and you couldn't. but you loved him anyway, he was so strong and tough in your eyes. you fell in love with him again and again whenever he talked, or smiled or just simply existed.
you waited and waited and waited. there was no sign of nanami coming home yet. you thought of the worst, but you tried to ignore that. yes, working as a jujutsu sorcerer was tough, but nanami was tougher. he could face any obstacle thrown his way, you thought.
you called him a few times, but he never picked up. you remembered what he had said to you before about working in this sector. he said that sometimes people put up viels or curtains to make sure curses wouldn't escape and they'd be contained in one area. he also mentioned that because of these veils, the signal would most of the time stop working. so you tried not to worry. maybe his signal cutting off was the reason why he didn't call back.
and again, you waited. you were bored out of your mind and you couldn't sleep knowing that nanami was out there in shibuya and not in bed at home. you sighed and shook your head, trying to get your mind off of it. he was safe, you thought. he was going to come back home.
however, things for nanami were not looking up. he had been thrown in to a domain expansion with 2 other jujutsu sorcerers. he barely made it out alive. half of his body was burnt away. he wasn't going to make it out of shibuya at this rate.
nanami sighed. he couldn't stop thinking about you. all of the memories you made together; all of the stolen kisses, late nights together and dates the two of you shared. he loved all of them, he loved all of you.
nanami was still trying to stay strong, so he dragged himself along the train station. he wanted to stay strong for you, so he could live for you. but it was too late. he knew he was going to die here, either by his wounds or by some curses.
suddenly, the blonde was now surrounded by a swarm of curses. he sighed, again. "malaysia.. yeah, malaysia. kuantan would be nice." he mumbled to himself, trying to distract his mind. he was thinking of you and him now, getting married and moving in on a seculded beach. it made him happy, and it definitely soothed his mind, even if it was for a moment.
the curses were then all cut down in an instant by nanami's short sword. he didn't want anything to distract him in that moment, he only wanted to think of you and him, married, happy and living a life without curses.
but happiness doesn't last long when you're a jujutsu sorcerer. it gets cut short.
and of course, nanami encounters a curse. a familiar one at that. "i didn't know you were here..." nanami states, staring at the curse infront of him. it was mahito. oh how nanami knew his fate was going to end here. he sighed.
his mind wondered to you and his old friend haibara. nanami's mind started to drift away. he was tired, so tired. the blonde reached for his pocket, gripping the item in his pocket tight.
this was how it was going to end, and nanami knew he wasn't going to make it out alive anymore.
itadori then rushed to the scene, another familiar and fond face to nanami. "nanamin!" the boy yelled, not liking how the scene infront of him was playing out.
"itadori.." nanami breathed out, looking at the boy with a small smile. "you've got it from here." he chuckled and then mahito killed nanami. all that was left of nanami was his sword and a ring that fell out of his pocket. a ring that happened to be your size. a ring that happened to be the exact ring you described to nanami one day. it was an engagement ring..
you were still at home, waiting for nanami to come home. you didn't want to give up hope - you knew your boyfriend was strong. you decided to go to bed, laying in nanami's side for the night waiting for his safe return home.
soon enough, you drifted off to sleep, craving the warmth of your boyfriend. surely he was coming home.. right?
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☆ author's note: i'm working on requests at the moment and part 2 of he loves me, he loves me not. hope you enjoy the nonsense i write.
quiet whispers
feat — nanami kento
content & warnings — smut, nsfw content, fluff, nanami being head over heels for you <3
a/n — didn’t really like this, but we ball
you lay down on his bed, arms splayed beside your head. nanami glances down at you and takes in the sight of your messy, unravelled state; the aftermath of the passionate make out session that had just occured mere moments ago. flushed cheeks, watery eyes, messy hair that scattered everywhere in beautiful ripples. your clothes were crumpled, and your heaving chest was inches away from being revealed to the ex-salary man above you.
nanami breathes in a sharp inhale, and slowly unbuttons a few buttons on his shirt. his glasses had been long discarded, as well as his tie and beige overcoat, “you don’t know how long i’ve been waiting to do this, y/n”
you sent him a soft smile, which made the man’s insides churn. a feeling unfamiliar, but not unwelcome.. “me too, kento.”
he smiled back at you, a hidden warmth in his eyes slowly being unconcealed. when was the last time he’s ever felt this strongly for a person? has he ever?
he tucks your hair behind your ear and then cups your face. you couldn’t help but lean into his comforting warmth, a touch so innocent and intimate, making your heart race even quicker. he could see the plea in your doe eyes and leaned forward for a gentle kiss.
the kiss quickly escalated from that of a fairytale, to something much more primal and passionate. the pace of the kiss quickened and you couldn’t help but whimper as he prod his tongue atop your bottom lip, begging for entrance.
naturally, your body complied and the heated kiss escelated to the discarding of clothes. he unbuttoned and removed your shirt, in which revealed a cute, pink, lacy bra. a slight red tinge appeared on his cheeks and you couldn’t help but let out a giggle. he averted his gaze, and then made eye contact with you, “do you want this? i can stop if you want me to stop.”
“ever the gentleman, aren’t you?” still giggling, reaching your hand to his larger hand, intertwining them which sends another wave of warmth to his heart, “we’re already this far, and well, of course i want this. i don’t want you to stop.”
“consent is important.”
“consent is important. it’s sexy too.”
he flushes even deeper at your comment, and averts his gaze once more, “it’s the bare minimum.”
you hum in agreement and giggle again, “i didn’t know you were one to get flustered so easily!” you enjoyed his reactions and boldly, you place his hand on top of one of your tits and say in a sultry voice, “kento, please touch me. you can do whatever you want to me.”
at this, he lost all sense and composure. taking in a sharp breath once again, he motions for you to sit up slightly, and manoeuvres his free hand to take your lacy, pink, bra off. you found this extremely attractive, and he could tell from the way your legs clenched together and the dazed way you looked up at him with your big, watery doe eyes. god, you drove him crazy.
he discarded the bra and tossed it somewhere in the room. you fell back on top of the silk sheets once more, and your excitement grew massively. he shimmied your little shorts down to your ankles and discarded those too, all whilst making eye contact with you.
the energy in the room was hot and expectant, and you noticed that the dimly lit lights helped set the tone and raw sexual energy. nanami glanced at the wet patch that was present on your matching pink panties and a thought came to mind.
placing a finger on the patch, he rubbed slowly and you couldn’t help but let out a quiet whimper from both the feeling and the overall suspense. “kento…” you let out with a breathy sigh, bucking your hips to his touch, desperate to relieve the pressure on your aching clit, “more..”
“be patient, darling.” was all that he whispered. he knew his voice was sexy, and he abused it.
you were needy, hot and bothered. the small stimulation he gifted with his fingers wasn’t enough and you needed more. the feathery touch of his fingers through the thin fabric of your panties left you even wetter than before.
done with the teasing, he looped his fingers around the waistband of your panties and pulled them down to your ankles; repeating the actions of what he did to your other pieces of clothing. he moved up your body, leaving wet kisses along your torso, and up to your tits. he takes a nipple in his mouth and begins sucking. this stimulation alone leaves you weak in the knees and you let out a few breathy moans. you place your hands in his slightly ruffled hair, and tug gently.
he licks a few kitten licks onto your flushed nipples and then sucks it once more, your cute, shy moans spurring him on. he goes to your other nipple and repeats the same actions which turn you into a writhing mess.
“oh kento…” you slightly lift your head up to kiss him on the forehead, which was definitely a contrast to the energy in the room, but it simply felt right for you to do. the sweet action erupted a smile from him and you couldn’t help but smile too.
he retreats from your tits, and begins to send sloppy kisses down your abdomen, nearing your pulsing core. he kisses and bites at your inner thighs, leaving marks for no one else to see but him.
finally receiving the stimulation you so desperately needed, he licks a few stripes down your pussy which makes you whine and buck your hips for more.
“needy, aren’t you?”
“you’ve been teasing me this whole time!” you pout cutely, the pitch in your voice raising slightly higher.
he chuckles and without warning, he latches his mouth onto your puffy clit which sends you into a frenzy. a harmony of moans and whimpers erupt from you as he laps at your cunt so impossibly good, eating it as if he were a starved man.
“ngghhh.. kento..” your small hands find a place in his tousled hair once more and grips onto it hard. you push his head further into you, causing his nose to brush against your throbbing clit as he moves down to lap near your hole. his finger inches towards it, and you gasp at the sudden intrusion and let out a particularly loud moan. “a-ah!”
your moans begin to increase in volume, and you get slightly embarrassed. muffling your moans with your hand, you close your eyes and delve into the pleasure.
“ah, ah, ah. i want to hear your moans, princess. remove your hands.”
the dominance in his voice makes you listen to him without a second thought, your noises no longer being muffled and hidden from the man above you.
“getting flustered now, are you? you’re so cute.” he says in a tone you’ve never heard from him before, all whilst quickly thrusting his fingers back and forth into your sensitive cunt.
“mmphh… haah…” you replied incoherently, too fucked out to correlate your words together – your mouth only allowing whimpers and whines to pass through.
he chuckles against your cunt, sending vibrations which further erupt more noises from you. “i haven’t even fucked you with my cock yet, and i’ve already reduced you to moans and whimpers? you gonna start crying when i put my cock into you next?”
the pace of his fingers quickened drastically and you sounded almost pornagraphic. “d-don’t stop… i’m so c-close.”
and then he stops.
you look up at him in disbelief, your bottom lip jutting out. you looked adorable he thought, your flushed little cheeks all puffed out, your bottom lip wet and shining.
you only notice now that he isn’t even fully undressed and your face becomes even more pouty. you watch as his thick, veiny hands undo each of his buttons one by one, shrugging the deep blue shirt off his shoulders. you see him in all his glory as you subconsciously bite your lip and let your eyes roam his toned chest, taking in his chiselled, god-like figure, without any shame at all. he raises an eyebrow at you, his lips curved into a slight smirk. god, he looked so good right now, you thought.
overwhelmed from the simple pleasure of seeing him so… bare, you grab his shoulder and pull him into a heated, sloppy kiss. he groans and you can’t but smile into the kiss, with him copying the action. you both fall back onto the sheets and become even more entangled with each other. you hear the sound of a belt being unbuckled, and you kiss him even harder, more passionately.
nanami breaks from the kiss and opens his eyes, his lips hovering over yours. he makes eye contact with you, asking for permission in a silent manner; and in reply, you wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer to you.
suddenly, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss – simultaneously rubbing the tip of his cock against your glistening folds, which excites a soft whimper out of you. he thrusts into you, and you can’t help but let out a gasp.
your eyes start to water as he thrusts in and out of you, the pleasure igniting your body and making your moans become louder.
“nnghhh, ahh, k-kento… you feel so good..” you praise, and he groans into your neck. “h-harder!”
he bites your neck, trying to compose himself as you clench out of sheer pleasure. “d-don’t do that princess…i won't be able to last if you keep on doing that.” he stutters and slightly laughs into you, the intimacy evoking warm feelings within him. he shifts his hips, thrusting into your cervix at a new angle, hitting each thrust much harder as per your plea.
“c-can’t help it ken, jus’ feels so damn good!”
your moans become higher and your mouth hangs open, freeing the noises entrapped deep within you.
“‘m so close, baby.” you say, and he notices how relaxed your words have become, finding it sort of endearing. his hands grope your sensitive tits and he hears you whine. his thrusts become more sloppy, yet still powerful.
“i’m close too, dear” he takes your hands off of his shoulders, and takes them in each of his hands, holding you against the mattress. you both look at each other, gazes full of love and trust.
each nearing your climaxes, you let out multiple moans and whimpers and his groans become louder. “where do you want it?” you hear him whisper
“haah… i-inside, baby.”
you moan loudly as you orgasm, your back arching and your toes curling, the pleasure reaching up to your spine. nanami reaches his climax as he buries himself even deeper inside of you, spurting ropes of cum deep into your cervix; letting out a moan and a sudden whisper of “i love you”.
he looks shocked, and begins, before getting cut off, “i love you too, kento.” your eyes softening, giving him a gentle kiss and resting your forehead against his.
he returns your soft gaze and whispers even quieter, “you’re my dream girl. i love you so much.”
Your coworker Nanami absolutely pines for you.
You have no clue that his heart beats thrice as fast whenever he’s around you. He’s surprised you haven’t heard it yet, especially during the moments when you get so close, you’re almost touching. That’s when he loses it the most. And it’s not just the proximity of your bodies. It’s whatever lotion or perfume you’re wearing that sends him into a frenzy, maybe even the natural scent of you. To him, it’s the sweetest thing. Sometimes, you’ll graze hands when you hand him a document, and his skin tingles the remainder of the day. To you, it may be nothing; to him, it’s a spark that ignites his very being, electrifies his nerves, synapses firing into his brain, imagining all the ways he can get close to you again.
Nanami always takes his lunch the same time as you do. He loves talking to you in the break room, whether it be about the latest hobby you’ve taken up, new shows you’re watching, venting about a certain coworker that annoys the both of you. His crush on you grows stronger when you start bringing him little treats every so often. A croissant you picked up in the morning at the café. Little chocolates you bought for yourself, thinking that he would like a taste too. A new pasta recipe you want him to try because you know how good of a cook he is, and his opinion really matters to you.
You have no idea how much you mean to him. He only likes going to work because of you.
NANAMI OFFICE AUU 🙈
nanami office au.
genre, warnings. fluff just pure fluff! | none! |
notes. such a cute request from an anon😭🫰🏻
okay thissss!!! *chefs kiss*
just imagine, there's like a moment where your supervisor gives you more work than usual.
the blonde man whom you happen to be dating but it wasn't known to the ton. you were both keeping it out of the public eye
he would walk up to your cubicle. his hand is rested on your partition, he could just look over your cubicle because this man is tall.
"need help, hon?" he would tell you.
you would look up at him with a small pout, "no, it's nothing I can't manage."
"it's the third time this week where he'd send you extra work," your man mentions, "I'll talk to him for you."
your co workers may or may not suspect the both of you since, this man comes in your department considering he's one of the higher positioned employees who may or may not handle two or more departments, including yours.
so why, why was nanami kento? the mr. nanami kento, come up at your cubicle like you were someone to him.
"nanami, it's fine." you remind him with a sigh, smiling up at him to show him you appreciated his concern.
he doesn't stop there though, even if you told him he didn't need to do anything. he'd just contradict your words.
he would talk to your supervisor, one thing about nanami, is he's good with his way with words. so expect your supervisor, APOLOGIZING to you, followed with a, "if you have any concerns regarding in the office please let me know."
you don't know how your man did but hey, at least you get to finally go home early.
nanami wasn't very chatty with his employees, he was just good with communicating regarding work.
he was an intelligent man after all.
and whenever you just knock on his door after missing him throughout the day.
he'd light up at the sight of you entering his room.
"hi baby." he'd say with a small smile, preparing himself by pushing out of his desk to make room for you to sit on his lap.
more of the moments with nanami in the work place is when you pack both of yours bento for the day, and you come to his office to eat lunch together.
you both would just talk about each other's day, ask how both each other's doing. just wholesome conversation with the man you love, honestly.
you'd rant to him about your stupid co workers who make your work much harder with how they treat you. he'd listen silently. however, you may or may not would hear that they have been moved to another department and positioned lower than they usually are the next day.
did i mention nanami was one of the person who managed two or three more departments in your company. that's why he had this much privelaged.
now any one was entitled to abuse a privilege but nanami just wasn't the guy but when it comes to you, he'd cross any lines of bounderies to make you happy.
-ᴅᴏᴇꜱ ɪᴛ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ?
•ɴᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ•
𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙘𝙝 𝙖 𝙩𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚” 𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩
You and Nanami don’t think this relationship works for both of you. The petty arguments, coming home late “because of extra work,” just weren’t cutting it. Spitting up was the last unwanted truth, you guys both concluded. Some months later, you guys meet up at the courthouse coincidentally at the same time. You were going to come a little later, but you had a sweet trick up your sleeve. You are in a wine-red dress that flows to your thighs, with your dark hair down to your chest but slowly brushing against your face. You wanted to get the last bite. You were all dolled up for the most stressful moment in your life. While standing, behold him face to face; he was taking you in. His eyes are teasing himself just by observing you, knowing he can’t touch you. It’s been months. He looks you in the eyes briefly but slightly flustered, so he holds his stance. The words he wanted to express were in his mind, but all that came out was a trim groan. He knew you were petty like this, but he didn’t know what power you had, too. You gave him a sweet and delicate smirk and walked to the door, making not just the dress blow in his face but that sensual perfume you “accidentally” put on today. You were about to open the courthouse door, but he swiftly caught up and opened it. It was like a reflex, a contraction. He couldn’t disrespect you after you had put on that show for him. Realizing what he just did, he moved his head and eyes to the side but still opened the door widely for you.
Was he going to regret this?
𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐦𝐠 😭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭! 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧
UNTITLED | JJK
“wow, it’s getting hot in here.” gojo whistled as he saw you entering the restaurant where you all supposedly meet up.
your hips swayed as you walked towards the table they were seating on. you’re wearing a black tube top dress which exposed a decent amount of cleavage and hugged your silhouette in the most sensual manner; a black stiletto which accentuated your toned legs; and your birthstone necklace resting above your chest. your face was mostly bare except the red lips you put on. heads were turning to see the sight of you.
“damn,” shoko muttered as she stared at your legs. your red lips quirked in a kittenish smile. geto eyed your luscious lips and gojo had to smack his shoulders to keep him from jumping on you.
nanami cleared his throat as he felt parched from the amount of sex appeal you were radiating and gestured the chair beside him. he stood up and pulled it for you. you thanked him and put your hands on the table.
“so?“ you smiled and crossed your legs. your already short dress rode up against your thighs. nanami, who seated beside you, tugged his necktie to loosen up since he’s feeling a little bit hot.
“what did i miss?”
THE STRONGEST HAVE THE GREATEST MANSPREADS
Love of my life
study i did of ilya repins “portrait of korney chukovsky” but made it nanami <3