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Husband Nanami x fiancée ft. Gojo

spoiler (anime watchers)

Mentions: pregnancy test, second love, fluff, angst, happy ending

“I have a surprise for you babe.” You said as he took his tie off. “That’s great sweetheart. Thank you.” He replied smiling and taking the box from your hand. He was hoping it would be something simple. “What do you think?” You asked seeing his shocked face. Your heart started pounding. Your nerves were wild. “God this is perfect!” He responded taking the engagement ring out. “Yes!yes I do!” You yelled happily.“I haven’t even asked you yet sweetheart.” He replied sliding the ring on your finger. Engaged and a wonderful baby on the way. This is perfect. You both always talked about moving to Malaysia. Have a perfect home and a great view of the sea.

It’s awful the universe took those plans from you and Nanami. Cruel

He read the message and put his tie back on. “I’ll be back as soon as possible okay sweetheart. I love you and our little one very much.” He said. “ kill those curses babe. Do your best. Be safe. We love you too very much.” You replied.

You got to say I love you and he did as well. Your last ones.

Earlier that day everyone was well aware of what was going to happen or at least had a feeling.

Morning of the shibuya incident:

“Gojo… Do you still love her?” He asked. Gojo and Nanami fought for you endlessly. Until you chose Nanami. Even then Gojo continued loving you. “Yes I do.” He replied. “ If something happens…take care of her. Show her how much you love her..so she can move on. Keep her safe.” He said. They looked at each other and nodded.

Next day.

You opened the door. “ H-Hello ma’am. I’m yuji..may I come in?” You nodded noticing he held Nanami’s weapon as he walked in. “I‘ll make it quick…Nanami’s dead.” He said. Dropping the bomb. Your heart broke into millions of pieces. “N-no.” You said leaning against the table. Yuji saw your ring. His wife? No..his fiancée. He also saw the pregnancy test on the table. “His knife..no body..” he said. You cried.

Three years passed. During your pregnancy you stayed strong for yourself and the baby. It was a little girl. She looks so much like her daddy.

She turned 2. Around the time Gojo was unsealed. “You’re still bringing more gifts?” You giggled as he showed you many cute outfits. “Gojo” yumi nanami said pointing at him. He carried her. Yumi giggled. Gojo spoiled her rotten. She leaned against him yawning. She clutched his shirt, “ two dadas.” Your eyes widened.You did tell her stories about Nanami. Showed her videos and photos. She loves her dad.

That little girl with such a beautiful heart knew her mommy will fall in love with another man.

A man that loves her so much.

Satoru Gojo

She was right with in 3 years. Gojo showed you all his love towards you. You fell in love with him. You both wake up early getting Yumi and yourselves ready to start the day. Have family fun every weekend. Show up to her awards and every school events. Gojo having princess tea parties with her. You guys dancing to her favorite Taylor swift songs.

Having a few rough days with her fits.

A beautiful family.

JJK GUYS X READER HAVING A MISCARRIAGE

Pt.1

Megumi

“You both are young to have a kid. I don’t support it.”your mother said. “ all due respect ma’am it’s our decision. Especially hers. It’s her body.” Megumi spoke and with that you grabbed all your things and moved in with him and Gojo. Time went on by then fuck.

“ Megumi! Umi!” You yelled seeing the sheets and your stained shorts. He rushed in shocked seeing what’s in front of him. Gojo came in behind him. “W-what?” You said. “Miscarriage…” Gojo said leaving the room feeling hurt that his son who was excited to be a dad have this happen. You and Megumi held onto each other crying. Mourning. “I-it’s okay. We’ll be okay. Don’t hold anything back. Cry.” He said. He stayed strong. Crying along with you but strong.

Nanami

“N-Nanami…return the clothes..we won’t be n-needing them anymore” you said voice cracking. Tears running down your cheeks. He took the hint. Immediately held you in his arms tightly. “I love you and our little one..I’m sorry this happened to us.” He said. He didn’t cry but his feelings were bursting out. He told himself he has to stay strong to make sure you won’t shut down. “Our baby is gone” you cried. Heartbroken. You both were. “It hurts..we can try again once we’re ready. I love you y/n.” He said.

Gojo

“ why haven’t you told me?” He confronted you. He was hurt. Hurt that he lost his baby. Hurt that he has bad news for Megumi. He was also excited. “I…I didn’t know how. Y-you were so happy and…I couldn’t ruin it for you.. I panicked!” You responded crying. Leaning on the table feeling faint. Gojo walked over holding you up. “Shh sweetheart..everything is going to be okay. I’m here. I won’t lie and say that it’s going to be easy but I know we will be okay. I promise.” He said. Helping you sit on the couch. Megumi walked in checking your pressure, pulse and oxygen levels. “Mom..we’re getting through it as a family.” He said.

JJK Gojo and Nanami cheating on you.

Gojo

“ You need to go baby girl. She’ll be home soon.” Gojo said to the woman who was tangled with him underneath the sheets. “ will we be able to see each other this weekend?” She asked. You came home early from work an hour early. The woman straddled him. “ Yes beautiful. She’s having a girls trip with her friends. I can’t wait to devour you those 2 days. Non stop.” He replied. “ Baby I’m home” you said opening the door seeing them both naked. Seeing her straddling Gojo. The man who you’ve been dating for 3years. Who asked your hand in marriage 5 months ago. “ What are you doing home so early?” He asked nervously. The girl held the sheets and changed back into her clothes in the bathroom. “ How long you piece of shit?” You asked with anger. Your blood was boiling. He stayed silent. “ HOW LONG GOJO!!!” You yelled and tears slipped. “ A year” he replied. “ Baby I’m sorry. I love you. You’re the one I need. Don’t leave me.” He pleaded. Regretting his decision. “ I’m sorry.” The lady said grabbing her purse. “ Take him with you.” You spoke. Gojo cried. “ Don’t do this y/n.” His voice cracked. “Get out of my house. Grab your shit and get out!!” You yelled throwing the lamp at him. He didn’t dodge it. He deserved it. He let you hit him with all the things you threw at him. Once you got all the current anger out he was bleeding from his head and arms. “ Get out Gojo. Leave before I kill you.” You spoke sitting on the bed where he fucked another woman. Gojo started gathering his clothes placing them in boxes. He messed up and knew he lost all the happiness he had. “ I do love you. I’m sorry.” He apologized. You went to the spare room and cried scratching the wall harming your fingers, while he packed his things crying and filled with regret. Once he was ready he opened the door to the spare room. “I-I’m sorry y/n.” You cried staring at him. “Goodbye Gojo. I love you.” You replied turning away. “I love you too.” He left but had no intentions to stop loving you. He will get you back no matter how long it takes for you to forgive him.

Nanami

Nanami is a wonderful husband. You have been married for 6 years and have a 4year old kid. “ Mama when is dada home?” Baby sakura asked. 10 pm turned to 1am. You decided to put sakura asleep. She immediately slept. Too tired to wait for her father to come home. You heard the door open. Smiling he’s finally home. “Mhm fuck.” He said as a woman palmed his dick. “ you like that daddy?” She asked with a smirk on her face. Nanami nodded. You watched from the stairs. Shocked. You’re loving husband of 6 years cheating on you. “You’re so sexy baby. I’ll make you cum on my cock until you can’t take it anymore.” He spoke seductively. Spanking her ass. They made out. You can hear the moans and the way they kissed, sloppy. You saw them take their tops off.“ You’ll have to be very quiet otherwise I’ll punish that pretty pussy.” He said leaving hickeys on her neck. “ yes sir. I understand” she replied. The one thing she didn’t know is that he was married and had a child. You slow clapped appearing to them. Your heart ached. Tremendously. You felt sad and angry. “ What a show.” You said holding your tears back. Dominating your feelings. “Nanami?” The woman said putting her shirt on. Nanami came clean. “ This is my wife…y/n.” He spoke and saw his daughter at the end of the stairs. She looked over at the little girl. “ My daughter sakura.” “ dada you’re home!” She ran to him. He carried his daughter. Holding her tight. She’s a baby. She doesn’t know what’s going on. “ I’ll be going now. Nanami you’re a horrible man.” She said grabbing her coat and purse. Left in such betrayal. She loved him. “Sweetheart go back to bed. Wait for mommy and daddy. We have to talk and make warm milk to sleep.” You said. She giggled. Nanami set her down. She ran to her room. “ I’m sorry y/n.” He held your hand. You backed away letting him go. “We’ve been married for 6 years…I’ve been loving you all my life. You’re my other half and we were blessed with a wonderful little girl then this happens. How could you Nanami…how?” You said crying keeping your voice down. “I don’t know y/n. I’m sorry. I love you and our little girl.” He said. That night he slept on the couch while you and Sakura slept in the room. You both agreed to talk in the morning for the next steps to take.

+18 NSFW content ahead; MDNI

NANAMI KENTO SPICY HEADCANONS

Includes: fem!reader; inappropriate usage of showers and inaccurate depiction of shower shreks (water ain't lube, hons); unprotected piv; praising; + a bit more add-ons (headcanons, duh)

Note: should've been less detailed but i messed up halfway and it looks like a fic if you squint (oops?). anywho, thank my bestie, she buzzed off my ears 'bout this man and made this happen. (also not betaread) @cafekitsune and @saradika - banners ♡

♡ Nanami Kento is a busy man. So his world precisely revolves around his job as a sorcerer. So does his free time. Whenever he gets home, he's too exhausted to indulge into anything but sleep.

♡ Although, he's not opposed to taking a hot steamy shower or a relaxing bath with you. It's only logical - practical AND pleasant. Two birds, one stone. Quick and easy quality time.

♡ That's what he hoped for before he found his mind wandering places when your hands started massaging shampoo into his scalp.

♡ Steam fogging up the glass shower doors; hot streams washing off soapy foam down your naked form; your glistening eyes searching for his and that tender smile that he cherishes so much...

♡ Yeah, his mind was in the gutter straight away and refused to crawl out from that pit. And he knows that's on him, because it's been way too long since the last time both of you spent some actual quality time together. Better fix this now than never, right?

♡ His touches are slow and gentle as his hands start to roam free, fingertips caressing your skin with utmost care. Nanami's heart flutters as you softly sigh close to his ear.

♡ That gives him the confidence to take it up a notch and glide his hands down to cup your rear; your sweet mewls shortly turning into whimpers as you crook your head to the side, giving him access to leave teasing nibbles on your neck.

♡ It's not long before you feel his hardened length between your thighs as he deliberately rocks his hips into yours.

♡ The sound you made afterwards made him softly hiss through gritted teeth.

♡ Normally he'd choose a different (read as more secure, because he's intolerant to bullshit) place, but with the way you cling to him now, he decides to indulge into such a messy activity as shower sex. After all, he's got places to be tomorrow, so he needs to wake up early. Two birds, one stone yet again.

(This man is practical and rational from the top of his head down to his toenails, what did you expect?)

♡ You gasp when his cock starts to slide back and forth between your thighs, teasing your clit. Your pussy clenches over nothing as you let out a needy whine into his shoulder.

♡ "Shh, baby. It's okay." His voice is a bit raspy as he coos in your ear, caressing your sides. "Let me take care of you."

♡ Another gasp escapes from you as he scoops you into his arms and lifts you up by your hips. Your legs instinctively wrapping around him, so do your arms to support your weight on him.

(But, frankly, that much is not needed. Nanami can lift you up with a single hand and still be able to sip his morning coffee with a straight face.)

♡ With his tip now pushing past your entrance, he lets out a shaky breath; his eyes flutter shut for a brief moment. The sight is divine, least to say; and you'd gladly enjoy it all day long but the way his cock slowly stretches your velvety walls makes your vision blurry.

♡ You squirm and pant into the crook of his neck as his grip on you tightens ever so slightly while he slides all the way in.

♡ There's a pause as he lets you adjust to the feeling, whispering so sweetly in your ear it almost melts your brain into mush.

♡ That man will be giving you a praise kink of the century, there's ZERO debate here. And a simple "good girl" won't cut it either.

♡ He'll shower you in praises for how well you're taking him, for how delightful your moans are, for how cute the blush spreads across your cheeks and neck. Basically, anything his senses pick up on, he'll put on a pedestal.

♡ His thrusts are slow, deep, and so fucking sensual it almost feels like a torture. Of pleasure, obviously. Doesn't dismiss the fact you crave more and make it know as you pull him into the kiss by the back of his neck.

♡ He catches your moans with his lips, savors them like candy. It heats up every nerve in his body, makes his muscles tense as he picks up the pace.

♡ How can he not provide his sweet girl with what she truly wants? Denying you of anything feels so wrong that he can't help but indulge into it all over again.

(Is it a flock of birds, one giant rock now? Probably is.)

♡ He's definitely panting. Maybe even whimpers a bit, but the sound is muffled by your lips on his and hushed by the shower, so you can't really be sure.

♡ What you can be sure of, though, is that familiar knot forming in your core. And that feeling gradually increases with each grind of his. There's quite a bit more force to it now, so that previous tenderness is replaced by pure passion.

♡ There's no escaping a headcanon of Nanami guiding you through your orgasm. Because he definitely does so.

♡ "That's it, just a little more. You can do this, baby." AND "You're so precious. Let me hear those pretty sounds, come on."

♡ SPEAKING OF WHICH, definitely tries to maintain eye contact as you finish.

♡ He wants to feel as your walls clench around him, wants to hear you gasp a choked moan, he craves to watch you crumble on his cock.

♡ That sets him off more than anything as he follows you shortly after, spilling inside you with an ecstatic grunt.

♡ Normally, he'd pull out for sure. But since you're already in the shower, why not to indulge into yet another shower session? But this time, it's your turn to be on the receiving end.

♡ After a short cock warming session as you both try to catch your breath.

(And who knows, maybe this time he'll be able to contain himself and actually just do a simple mundane activity and not waste water for half an hour.)

(Fingers crossed, but the bill will be enormous either way.)

♡ Nanami would definitely kiss your jaw/line of pulse lazily and nibble on your neck.

♡ Praising is obviously a part of aftercare as well, how can he set that aside??

♡ Would leave a gentle peck on the sweet spot just below your ear.

"Now, now, darling. Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?"

♡ EXTRA ♡

♡ Missionary is his "to go to", because that way he can witness every little change in your expression.

♡ He's leaning closer to vanilla tbh.

♡ BUT, if he's frustrated, there will be a quickie on his desk.

♡ Dead ass will ruin you. Your hips will be sore for a week.

(Everything will be sore since we're at it.)

♡ Not to mention there WILL be hair pulling. (I see you, horny people. I know what you want.)

♡ Aftercare now involves him doing everything in his power to soothe you.

♡ Will definitely think you're sobbing because he hurt you, when, on the contrary, that was pure bliss.

♡ Remind that man of it, he tends to forget that vanilla isn't the only thing that exists.

♡ High chance he adores watching you please yourself. Both with fingers and toys.

♡ Hey, he knows you'd rather feel full on his cock, but he's not opposed to teasing.

♡ He might be pure vanilla (hello cookie run lmao), but even so, Nanami can add some spice to your shared love life once in a while.

♡ Especially when it involves giving you the best of times. (Yes, with teasing too.)

♡ SUKUNA RYOMEN ♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO ♡

UNACCEPTABLE

THAT SHOULD’VE BEEN ME GETTING MANHANDLED LIKE THAT😭

ONE CHANCE PLEASE NANAMI!

ITS A GOOD DAY TO BE A NANAMI STAN🤭🤭🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

Literally me rn

the way my folds just opened is crazy😕

What do you mean Nanami died🤨 he was at Malaysia in his beach house with me and our 2 kids😋

*layin on bed*

You: Nanami come on…

Nanami: I can’t.

You: why not, it’s already late. Plus you look extra tired.

Nanami: I’m doing my taxes, honey.

You: *moans* gosh, that’s so f*cking hot! (´ཀ`)

Nanami: I know baby, I know.

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*i got inspiration on an audio I heard on tiktok. I also saw an account who did an animation or drawing of it so credits to them, i honestly don’t remember their user*

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♡stay cute and screw them haterz♡ U^ェ^U

You: No, I just can’t…

Nanami: Oh darling, but why not?

You:..cuz, I’m a virgin…

Nanami: *gently holds your chin up to meet his gaze* Baby, I know that you’re physically a virgin but mentally you’re a wh♡re.

♡ ♡ ♡˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami: This is what that three hour makeout session gets you, pretty girl

You: ngh, I-I just can’t take it, Kento *struggles to take his pretty c♡ck*

Nanami: *caresses your left cheek* You have to take my c♡ck now, baby. Tryin to make you feel good and make you c♡m, you understand me, right?

♡ ♡ ♡˚✧₊⁎⁺˳✧༚ ♡ ♡ ♡

You: Kento, baby can I ask you a question?

Nanamin: Knock yourself out

You: (dreamingly saying) don’t you ever think or dream of your “Dream Job”?

Nanamin: (deadpan look) Honey. I don’t dream of labor.

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Nanami felt bad for the bad response so he ended up eating her kitty (΄◉◞౪◟◉｀) to make her feel better:)

hi luv! i was wondering if u can write what would happen if the jjk men caught the reader touching themselves. if it’s not too much to ask :)

JSJSJS YES YES

Characters: gojo satoru x geto suguru x nanami kento x f!reader

Cw : nsfw, minors dni, gojo satoru is a warning itself, oral. (f. receive) orgasm denial

𝘎𝘰𝘫𝘰 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘶

✫ He likes to watch you when you touch yourself on a regular basis so it doesn't change much when he catches you 𝘣𝘶𝘵 he's GOJO SATORU so of course he teases you about it like a little shit he is.

✫ "awe you just need me touch this cute little cunt of yours?" "Now don't be so shy, you wanted this didn't you?" "Moan louder fr'me sweetheart"

𝘎𝘦𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶𝘳𝘶

✫ Just like gojo he's a tease when he catches you 𝘣𝘶𝘵 he will make you sit on his face. He 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴 it when you grind you cunt on his face.

✫ "come on darlin', ride my face" "𝘮𝘮𝘮𝘱𝘧! just like that" "gonna cum? Already? But I've barely started" "𝘺𝘦𝘴! 𝘺𝘦𝘴! cum on my face, make a mess on me baby"

𝘕𝘢𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘪 𝘬𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘰

✫ He will be furious why would you touch yourself when he is right there to make you cum? So he of course doesn't let you cum or touch him.

✫ "darling, are you gonna cum?" "Keep your hands to yourself" "you just had to touch yourself, you couldn't wait for me?" "𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 cum till I say so"

♡︎ 𝙉𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙜𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 ♡︎

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My requests are finally open !!

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Send me thirsts im bored and horny 🤪

Hiiii ! hope u doin well , i saw ur requests r open sooo... im heree I'm bored and horny as well 😐 Can i request hate sex w possessive hubby nanami😋 plss.

Notes: your wish is my command <3 i wrote this really long ago so it may have some mistakes,, I forgot to post this lmao

Warnings: spanking, oral. (male receiving)

Characters: nanami x f!reader | gojo and geto are mentioned

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𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁

♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎☘︎♧︎︎︎

Nanami was working overtime for the 4th time this week. Its not like he wanted to work, some idiot messed the project he was working on. He was already too tired, annoyed and frustrated, and of course to make things worse he catches his pretty wife flirting with his co-worker.

Stupid. It was a stupid idea. Listening to gojo and flirting with geto was the most stupid thing you could've ever done, well now you're paying the price.

"In my defence, it was all gojo's plan" you whisper as nanami is stroking your thighs "well, don't you think its a little late to apologise hm?" He says lowly, while slowly going to your clothed cunt and kissing it, making you moan softly.

"Come here" he ordered pointing at his lap, you knew better to disobey him, slowly you crawled toward him and lied on your stomach, keeping your ass up in the air. "Now count, if you mess up I'll start again. Can your pretty self can that f'me huh?" He was teasing you, God it was so hot. "yea, I can" you mutter lowly,

Slap!

"What was that? I couldn't hear you, what happened to that bitchy mouth of yours?" he keeps embarrassing you, making you turn away from him and hiding your face with the palm of your hand. It was all too much, the way he keeps touching you, the way he is grabbing your ass, you needed him so bad. "Ah- slow down please!" You begged. "I thought I told you to count" he says, almost shouting at you almost. He spanks you again, making you moan "o-one!" you scream, God it felt so painfully good. "Its two baby, did I already make you dumb? I've barely started. Looks like we have start over" he says lowly, like he wanted you to mess up. He slaps the curve of your ass again "one!" and again "t-two!" and again "th-ree!!" again "four!" till you are begging him to stop. "P-Please! I can't take it anymore" you begged him. "if you want me to stop then why is your little cunt so wet huh?" he asked, amused by the way you keep begging and crying.

"Alright then, get on your knees" you obeyed, slowly getting down on your knees and taking his girthy cock out. Placing kitten licks all over it, gaining a grunt from him made you more confident as you take him in your mouth. He grabbed your hair and shoved it down making you gag around his length, tears streaming down as he keeps face fucking you.

"You wanted me to fuck your pretty face didn't you?"

Before you could respond ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, you swallow it and open your mouth to show it to him. He grabs you and takes you to your shared bedroom, bending you over the bed.

"We have a long night ahead of us, baby"

𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵... 02

Nanami having a a major breeding kink so, he keeps fucking me over and over and over till I'm completely filled to the brim with his thick and sticky cum. At the end of the night I make sure to keep his cock nice and warm for taking care of me <3

late nights

nanami kento x reader fluff nanami stans how are we all holding up? it's been a week since..that.. i personally am still suffering and have decided that i'm going to cure my aching heart with fluff fics. here, reader knows nothing of nanami's jujutsu job.

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the neon lights of the convenience store flickered overhead as you strolled through the aisles, the quiet hum of the refrigerators filling the air. nights with nanami were a rarity, a precious gift in the midst of his demanding schedule. the convenience store became a haven, a place to stock up on essentials for a night of relaxing.

ice cream, potato chips, and a few cans of beer— your basket overflowed with indulgences that defied the seriousness of nanami's work. the simplicity of the moment brought a smile to both of your faces, a quiet acknowledgment of the rare opportunity to indulge in the mundane pleasures of life.

back at your shared apartment, nanami awaits you. the couch is covered in fluffy blankets and pillows, a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table with a stack of rented movies, carefully selected to suit both of your tastes. when you return and get comfortable in the couch, he drapes a blanket over both of you. the soft glow of the tv illuminated the living room, creating a cozy cocoon of serenity. the world outside, with its many weighing responsibilities, felt distant in the comfort of each other's presence.

the movies played, but your attention was divided between the screen and the man beside you. nanami's arm found its way around your shoulders, pulling you close. the warmth of his embrace, coupled with the soft laughter that punctuated the movie scenes, painted a picture of blissful contentment. as the night unfolded, the bowl of popcorn and the snacks disappeared one by one.

as the credits of the final movie plays, nanami looks to his side. you're sound asleep, little snores sneaking past your lips. the exhaustion that clung onto his shoulders seemed to dissipate as he watched you. nanami reaches for the remote and turns the tv off, trying his hardest to not wake you up. gently, he plants a tender kiss on your forehead before leaning back. as his eyes close, nanami thinks how lucky he is to have you by his side. the tv screen may have shut off, but the warmth of your presence lingered, a comforting lullaby that accompanied him into a restful sleep, leaving behind the echoes of a night well-spent.

Kinktober Day 6: One Night Stand

Nanami Kento x you

Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is

W/C: 3k

So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3

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You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.

He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.

But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…

You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.

You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…

“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”

“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”

“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.

“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”

“What do you do?”

You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.

“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”

“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.

“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.

He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.

“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.

“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”

“I’d love to.”

It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.

His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.

“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.

“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.

After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…

You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.

“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.

“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…

“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”

“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.

“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.

“You should be a shrink, you know…”

“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.

“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.

“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.

You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine, really…”

“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”

“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.

“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.

“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.

“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.

“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.

“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.

“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.

You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.

You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.

You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.

Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.

Ok I hated this so much and it was bugging me all night so I spent a lottt of time editing this evening and I’m a lot more happy with how it is now. I hope the improvement is noticeable lol

Day 6: One Night Stand

Nanami Kento x you

Contents: fem!reader x Nanami (JJK), honestly not very kinky and I actually hate this and it’s barely edited but here it is

W/C: 2.7k

So I think this is overthought and overworked and mostly just nonsense but I love this man and my brain ran away with me, I’ll make it up with filth soon don’t worry <3

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You couldn’t place your finger on why, but the moment you laid your eyes on the man at the bar, you were drawn to him.

He had a certain presence around him, commanding. He was attractive, obviously, with neat, parted blonde hair and a jaw sharp enough to cut glass. He was tall too, and well built - a fact you could ascertain even though he was wearing a perfectly tailored pinstripe suit. Honestly, everything about him seemed perfect to the point of obsession - his tie knotted impeccably, the pin exactly straight and his shirt tucked neatly, even though it was long after the usual 9-5 hours.

But he looked tired. Drooping eyes with dark bags under them, and he hadn’t lifted his gaze from the glass of bourbon nestled in his hand except to ask the bartender for a refill. He seemed powerful and stoic, and he looked very much like you wanted to be alone. But just in case he didn’t, maybe you should give him an option…

You finished your drink, grabbing your things from the small corner booth to perch at the bar. You were only a few stools away now, but you were too nervous to speak to him directly, opting instead to order a drink from the bartender. The same as always: a martini, gin, dry, twist. The only ‘classy’ cocktail you could stomach. He nodded at you, moving to make it, and you watched, only drawn away for a moment to check yourself in your compact. You would probably have to freshen up after this drink but your make up was still relatively intact - one of the few perks of working an office job for years.

You put your purse away, looking up to see the bartender placing down your drink… that was wrong. It had an olive. You hate olives. You glanced up, not wanting to complain, only to see that he had his back to you. And there was no way in hell you were going to try and get his attention…

“Excuse me, Sir…” you heard a smooth voice say, and saw the man beside you lift his arm to beckon the barkeep back. “She ordered a twist, not an olive.” He was blunt in the way he spoke, but not rude. Commanding and polite. And he had noticed your order, noticed you. It made you blush.

“Oh, I’m so sorry about that. I’ll remake it right away.”

“Thank you.” He replied, smiling wordlessly at you as he continued to drink.

“Thank you,” you managed to choke out, forcing yourself to ignore the anxiety ringing in the back of your mind, “I never would’ve asked.”

“It’s not a problem.” You smiled again, trying to think of something to say to keep the conversation going, but to your surprise, he was the one who continued, “I’m Nanami, by the way.” You introduced yourself just as your fresh drink was served. You thanked the bartender while he apologised profusely, although you couldn’t help but notice that he was aiming most of his regrets at Nanami.

“I haven’t seen you here before.” He muttered once the barkeep had gone, his eyes never wavering from yours.

“No, it’s my first visit here. My office just moved location to a few streets down, so I figured I would test some of the bars in the area.” You paused, cautious of how fast you were talking. Relax. “Do you come here often?” He nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

“Depends on how late I’m working, but at least weekly.”

“What do you do?”

You hadn’t realised how close you had moved to him until your knee hit his while you were listening to him talk. You must have been leaning in subconsciously, mesmerised by him, but by the smirk on his lips halfway through his sentence, he didn’t mind.

“Sorry, I’ve been going on… I have a lot of enthusiasm for anything besides my work…”

“What’s your plan then? If you don’t enjoy your work, what are you aiming for at the end of it?” He cocked his head at the candour of your question, a more serious expression falling over his face.

“I… I want a house by the beach. A life without working hours. Or maybe just a job that… makes a difference. A real difference to real people, not just to the top 1%. I don’t really mind beyond that.” He sighed, finishing his drink quietly. You could see a lot of yourself reflected in his attitude. You wanted nothing more than to escape the routine, the boredom of it all, the constant feeling of worthlessness you were burdened with from working in finance. You just wanted something outside of that monotony. Outside of the greyscale.

He laughed humourlessly, placing his empty glass on the bar.

“Sorry, I ruined the mood.”

“No, no, I was just… well, I was just thinking about how nice that sounded.” You smiled at him, but it took a moment to realise that your hand had fallen to his thigh. You blushed, embarrassed, starting to remove it but he stopped you, his own hand falling on top of yours. Cold, but not uncomfortably so, his long fingers wrapping around your palm, thumb drawing lazy circle on your wrist.

“Did you maybe want to grab another drink at mine? It’s only a few streets away and the bar’s closing soon…”

“I’d love to.”

It had started raining, and you hadn’t brought a jacket with you. Luckily, you didn't mind the rain, a fact he seemed appalled by when you walked straight out into it without batting an eye. He didn’t have much of a choice but to follow, your hand still wrapped in his. You were both soaking by the time you reached the lobby of his apartment building, dripping in the elevator as you made your way up the many floors. You watched the number tick up hand in hand, your head rested gently on his shoulder. It would’ve been a good time to kiss him, but something stopped you. Something told you if you kissed him now, the night would end. You would fuck and fall asleep in each other’s arms and then you would never talk again. You didn’t want that. You found him fascinating, and as much as you wanted to fuck him, you weren’t ready for the night to be over.

His apartment was gorgeous - panoramic views of the city, minimal but tasteful furnishings, and a beautiful floor-to-ceiling book shelf full to the brim of classic literature. You made a beeline for it as soon as you had removed your shoes, the first time since you left the bar that you had let go of his hand, although it somehow felt colder now it was gone. You recognised a few titles, running your fingers over the spines as you read the names to yourself, marvelling at the perfectly alphabetised collection.

“I don’t know why I keep buying them - I haven’t had a chance to read them all yet. Not enough time.” He had moved beside you, arm touching yours with a warmth you hadn’t expected. He had taken off his suit jacket, his shirt almost completely dry beneath it, a welcome feeling next to your bare arms.

“I’ll help you.” You mused quietly, “We can divide and conquer.” He smiled at that warmly, his eyes seeming to brighten with it. After a blissful second, he seemed to come to his senses, tearing his eyes away from you and sighing in a way that suggested frustration with himself.

“Oh I’m sorry, you’re soaked through, let me get you a towel…” Before you could object he had rushed away, and taken his warmth with him, but he had left you smiling like a school girl.

After you had dried off just enough to not drip rainwater all over his floor, he offered you a drink. You accepted gratefully, and he motioned you to his sofa. You sat at the far end, curling your legs up so you could face him. There was something hypnotic about the way he moved. It was almost lyrical, the fluidity of his arms as he reached to grab a pair of tumblers from his cupboard, the ease with which he opened the scotch bottle, the ever so slight strain of his shirt buttons as he walked. He handed you the drink, fingers brushing slightly, and you thanked him, taking a sip and nestling it carefully in your palm. He had sat close to you, achingly close, the side of his thigh pressed tightly against your shins. It was comforting.

You couldn’t help but watch as he got comfortable in his own home, removing his cufflinks and rolling up his sleeves, meticulously intruding and folding his tie, placing it carefully on the table next to the cufflinks, undoing just his top shirt button, allowing you to steal a glance at his collarbone and the hollow of his neck. You wanted nothing more than to run your tongue across the pale skin there, hear his groan into your ear…

You snapped out of your daydream when he started to talk, taking a sip of scotch to wake yourself up.

“I’m glad you moved to sit at the bar tonight.” You nearly spit out your drink.

“How do you…” You hadn't seen him look up from his drink once all evening, so you weren't sure when he had time to notice you…

“I saw you come in.” You laughed in disbelief, a playful smile falling across your lips, but he looked serious. “You looked tired. Frustrated. You were squinting at your phone and nearly bumped into three people on your way to a booth.” Jesus, he really had noticed you. “And then you put your phone away, and I could see your whole body visibly relax. You were just watching people, looking at the world go by. I couldn't tell, but I thought you might've been…”

“What?” You whispered, whole body tense as you listened to him speak about you in such vivid clarity.

“Sad. You looked sad, at the lives other people seemed to have. The joy. Not jealous, just… resigned to the fact you don’t have that.” God, he was good. You chuckled without warmth, casting your eyes away from his and to your drink.

“You should be a shrink, you know…”

“No I just… I know that look.” You smiled, tucking your legs up to your chest and draping your arm across the back of the sofa. He wrapped his arm around your legs in a way that seemed instinctive, natural even, pulling you into his chest just a little bit, just enough to feel that gorgeous warmth emanating from him again. “So, what does your future look like? Away from a corporate life?” He echoed your earlier question, and you thought for a moment, gazing into his eyes, hoping for some inspiration.

“A cottage in the countryside, maybe in a historic village somewhere. A sprawling garden with runner ducks and cats and fruit trees. A vintage sewing machine and a record player and a library.” You paused, taking a sip of your drink to try and pull yourself away from your imaginary life before you got too attached. “I just want my future to be something… relaxing, and beautiful. Something or somewhere I can be content. And if I have to work, let it be somewhere I can make a difference. Even if I’m not happy, as long as I’m making a difference...” He began to run his fingers across your thigh in slow circles, his deep brown eyes scanning your face with an intensity you’d never seen before. It was… recognition. Acknowledgment.

“To being content… or making a difference.” he muttered, raising his glass to you, and you repeated the toast, lightly touching the rim to his before finishing the last of it.

You had just started to talk about something trivial when he noticed you shivering. You honestly hadn't even realised, so hypnotised by him that you didn't quite feel real, your body taking over while your mind just let itself admire him. His hand slipped over yours, a concerned look crossing his face.

“You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine, really…”

“No, you’re shivering. Let me get you a blanket or…”

“Or…” you paused, placing down your glass and allowing your now free hand to fall to his chest, “maybe you’ll could think of a creative way to warm me up…” His whole demeanour shifted, the worry replaced with a dark expression, a smirk falling to his lips.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” You muttered in response, stretching your leg across his laps and shifting your hips so you were straddling him, lips now only inches from his. “I heard it’s always best to take off wet clothes…” Your lack of recent flirting practice was showing, and you almost cringed at your own awful line, but the noise was stifled in your throat as he firmly pulled your lips to his. He breathed up into you, needy hands in your hair and teeth catching your lips as you smiled against him, settling your hips onto his lap. It didn't take long for his hands to fall to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there in a way that made you whine, grinding down onto him ever so slightly.

“God, been thinking about this since I saw you walk into tonight…” he breathed against your collarbone, pressing a sloppy kiss there as you tried to catch your breath. You ran your nails through his hair as he did, and his teeth caught you, biting down and sucking in a deliciously painful way that was sure to leave a mark. It made your hips buck even more, so sensitive after making yourself wait longer than you ever would have for a one night stand, and you could feel him growing hard against you now. He pulled off your soaking top, leaving you in your bra and skirt as your fingers fell to his shirt buttons, deftly undoing them and running your hands over the broad expanse of muscle there. You needed him closer, but even as you pulled his chest against you, it wasn't enough. You needed him inside you.

“You look perfect like this…” he muttered, hands falling to your hips and rocking you back and forth against his length, your core throbbing, and you were already panting with need.

“Nanami…” You could already barely speak, wound up from hours of tension and obsession, needing release, needing something to alleviate the aching that was threatening to tear through you. “I…” The words didn't come, so you moved your hands to his trousers instead, trying to undo the button there but they were shaking. He caught what you were trying to say quickly, gently moving your hands and doing it himself, pulling himself from his boxers. He was bigger than you expected, the tip pink and leaking as it bounced against his stomach. You were impatient, not wanting to undress any more, setting yourself up perfectly above him and pulling your panties to the side. Your core was soaking, so ready for him, but his hands on your hips paused you. One trailed up to your face, holding you by the chin and pulling your lips to his.

“That’s better…” he whispered before releasing you, letting your forehead fall to his before you finally sunk down onto his cock. You both groaned with the feeling, your open mouths meeting briefly as you took more of him into you. The stretch was painful, but in such a perfect way it didn’t matter, and as your lips parted, your breathing got heavy in the small space between you. Your hips met his, and you moaned, feeling so completely and perfectly full. The hands that had settled on your hips moved to your ass and began to guide you up and down, gripping tight as you slowly lifted yourself off, savouring the feeling of him dragging inside your walls. Your arms draped around his neck, pulling him closer as you rode him until you were breathless, your sweat and pants filling the air between you. You were getting close quickly, the angle he was hitting mixed with the way your sensitive clit was grinding against him with every thrust. He was marking you now, hard love bites across your chest that made you whine, the sting delicious, and your hips started to stutter.

“I… oh fuck… I’m close Nanami.” It was electric, every single time he touched you sending you to new level of pleasure and you couldn’t help but moan unabashedly.

“Mhm… I’m close too…. never wanted anything… more than this… fuck…” His ramblings against your chest was enough to send you over the edge, blinding pleasure washing over you in waves as you felt him reach his peak too, hot seed filling you as you tried to catch your breath, body falling limp against his shoulder.

You showered together. Talked some more. Had another drink. Fucked again. He ate you out until you were writhing on the bed, screaming his name. Then you fell asleep with his arm wound tightly around your waist.

You woke up before him. Quietly collected your things and slipped out.

You wanted to leave your number. You really did. But even though you’d only met him a few hours ago, you knew he was the only thing that could keep you in the city. After everything you spoke about, everything you dreamed about with him the night before, you were done with the city. You needed out. You wanted back to your old life.

You had been offered a position at your alma mater a few months back. It was dangerous to be a Jujutsu Sorcerer, so you had declined, but you knew now this way of living was much more deadly.

Maybe that was the reason you had been drawn to him. Maybe he was the push you needed to finally be who you were.