• premise;it’s the same dance with him, a shameless game of cat and mouse in which he always win but maybe losing is equally as rewarding.
• words; 2078
• note & warning; i’m back with some toji content, he’s just been in my mind a little to long for me not the write about him. some warnings for this one is public, unprotected ( wrap it and then tap it folks ) sex, with the usual gramatical errors—I swear I try to proof read ya’ll but they just manage to ifnd a way to stay in there. im slowly but surely getting my mojo back.
Old habits die hard; it’s easier to hate each other that way. Labeling whatever that was manifesting between the two of you as that, a bad habit. A dirty secret only an onyx sky could appreciate enough to hide. Perhaps that’s what kept it alive and kicking, midnight turmoil, where even the most terrible of bad ideas are more seductive.
Though it’s debatable if the alcohol left you unhinged, mindless, and bold. What other excuse did you have for allowing the bastard to enter your domain? There was no shame from the thinking without a conscience, but with the pounding music and pulsing lights, you weren’t sure there was even space to think. He held a brazen stare all evening, keen to every move you made.
note: here’s a part two of “domestic” inspired by some lovely art i happened to see on twt that reminded me of nana.
♡ ── wc: 940
♡ ── pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader
♡ ── desc: fingering/heavy petting + teasing + established relationship + pampering + spitting + nanami being a service dom
You ease yourself into a bubble filled bath, the water hot enough to leave you hissing, but your tense muscles are thankful for it.
Tonight’s aroma of choice is a light peach fragrance from a set of candles you’d received as a gift. And as you relax in the heat, neck deep in bubbles, you can’t help but feel calm and at peace.
It’s rather easy to forget how quiet the apartment can be when you’re home alone.
No work obligations or texts from co-workers needing assistance and on rare occasions that’ll sometimes mean no Nanami too. This evening in particular, your husband is an hour late which can only mean he’s gotten roped into working overtime with Gojo again. You won’t complain, or at least, you won’t give yourself the chance to lament his absence but you will take this little opportunity as a small blessing in disguise. You’re being afforded some much needed privacy.
Yin, I have to confess that I have read your last Nanami x reader fanfic three times and I got a (pretty serious) feeling that I'll be rereading this over and over again XD god, how I LOOOOVE this!!! This particular line "I would like to fuck you in this hallway, if that's alright, darling" made me weak ❤️ and as I was reading more and more I was blushing like a school girl (and I'm 26!!i can't blush like that any more!!) ❤️
I love Kento Nanami with all my heart and just when I thought that my admiration for him reached it's limits you made him even more perfect... It's crazy ❤️ You are a goddess of writing - and I hope you know that. I love it so, so much! And the words you chose, god, they fit so perfectly! Your language is sophisticated and I adore it (and it perfectly fits sophisticated Nanami) ❤️ your descriptions - as always - take my breath away not only with how incredibly kinky they are but also how well written ❤️ I'm over the moon!
oh gosh thank you so much for this comment. im glad you enjoyed some good nanamin loving. writing for him is always a treat for me too 😭 you made me feel all warm and fuzzy inside !
#seriously reading stuff like this makes my day always
idk but now im thinking about uni!bf choso setting his own alarms for your class schedule. he knows you like to sleep in, so he sets them just a few minutes early so when you wake up, whining for just a few more minutes he can oblige. pressing a kiss to your forehead and telling you breakfast will be ready when you get up 🥺 @wasabito
OKAY BUT LET’S DISCUSS!!
choso would be the most attentive bf ever! 🥺 and i mean, he’s constantly checking up you!! would be the type of bf to ask if you’ve eaten. let’s you wear his clothes. loves when you sleep on his chest. has your name saved in his phone as “angel ❤️”
your contact comes with its own ringtone so he always knows when it’s you. takes you on short try is just outside of the city on the weekends just so you can get a break. signs a lease with you on your first house after you graduate. we’re describing a whole husband 😭
idk but now im thinking about uni!bf choso setting his own alarms for your class schedule. he knows you like to sleep in, so he sets them just a few minutes early so when you wake up, whining for just a few more minutes he can oblige. pressing a kiss to your forehead and telling you breakfast will be ready when you get up 🥺 @wasabito
nanami kento ft. f! reader + lots of praise + soft dom nana + fingering + semi clothed sex + domestic au
rating: 18+ wc: 2.2k a/n: inspired by this fanart that sister yulia blessed me with. nanami supremacy for all.
you take notice in the shift the moment he crosses the threshold. hair tousled and tie askew is nothing new to expect from your husband after a long day at work. he takes his job seriously and his goal to provide even more so, often sacrificing extra hours just to provide for more than what you ask.
he strived for a life of comfort, he’d told you before marriage. it was something he worked hard for prior to you and only doubled his efforts to ensure that future after putting a ring on your finger.
it wore down on him, adding maturity lines earlier than they should present themselves and taking away years he needed to give back to himself. but nanami kento was a man of consistency, even when those boundaries started to fracture.
you could feel the splinters echoing beyond the slam of the door closing shut from the kick of his heel. it rattles straight to your core as you stand there, held hostage by the stormy pools of blue staring down at you. his day had likely been another one of agitation piled on top of another. surely a cup of tea before dinner would help soothe the cracks of frustration.
though neither your lips could form the words nor could your feet cross the distance it took to move in any direction.
this plight was not a fault of your husband who stepped confidently in your direction, a single finger coming up to remove his tie all together.
“is dinner on the stove?”
your mind blanked at the question, frazzled at the sight of him handling his cuffs with practiced care as he set one gifted metal piece aside one after the other. you had a plan set in motion from the moment he kissed your forehead in departure that morning, but everything beyond that suddenly felt trapped.
lips stumbled over answers and your cheeks warmed at the foolish display. what had swept into your household to shift the mood so?
nanami appeared otherwise unaffected as he finished rolling up the last sleeve. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, capturing your fraying attention as he looks around you towards the kitchen. you think you see his nose twitch once before his gaze falls back down.
“i don’t smell anything burning.” his intentions are becoming increasingly clear as his hand comes up to cup your cheek, a single thumb swiping at the fullness of your lips before pressing against the corner. without a second thought, you part them.
it provides a catalyst that gets you pressed against the nearest wall with one wrist pinned near the frame displaying your wedding day.
when his lips lower, you crane your neck in response only to have them stop just short of a whisper. his breath ghosts a trail down the exposed column of your throat, nose edge the line of your jaw. you swear you feel him smile against the shiver of anticipation rattling your form.
“i would like to fuck you in this hallway, if that’s alright, darling?” the thumb still trapped between your teeth, presses down against your tongue as if to prompt an answer yet he doesn’t pause for one.
“i’ve already put in a request for the cleaners to come and groom the rug tomorrow so you’ll need not to worry about that.”
your toes curl against the fine woven carpet at your feet, nerves tingling at the premeditated situation that you’ve found yourself in. your husband, who was now suckling soft blooms under your chin, had taken time out of his day to schedule a clean up for the mess he planned to make out of you. the idea made your knees go weak.
nanami chuckled knowingly as he caught your descent with the sharp line of his hips. “i imagine that’s agreeable with you, wife?”
the hasty nod of your head dislodges his finger, but he’s quick to replace it with his lips. the kiss is all consuming as his tongue slips between the seam, allowing you to taste the moan from his lips.
you may as well have had the script, dressed perfectly for the role as his knee nudges between your thigh and ride up the edge of your summer dress. he tells you all the time that you don’t need to try, that you look pretty in anything. but you like to go the extra mile. painting your lips a nice shade at home just to smear it in the passion of his kisses.
you know he appreciates it too. an inviting contrast to the mundane office view at work.
the same hand falls from the cut of your jaw to drag the hem of your dress up the ascent of your thigh. you’re more proud than embarrassed when his fingers tap against the tacky wet spot at the front of your panties.
his tongue clicks against the top of his mouth, “played with yourself while i was away again?” a firm swipe up followed by a press inward has you keening. “or did you just miss me this much?”
it’s both an answer and a cry for attention. a meaningless wail that meets no need of a man who would fracture the world to build you one better.
“my pretty little angel, it must be so hard when i’m away.”
he follows the panty line, teasing the sensitive skin there. the rumbling laugh you receive when your hips jerk in response makes your heart flutter. you’re still riding the tremors of your excitement when he nudges aside the lace of your panties to push a finger inside.
the intrusion meets minimal resistance as he slides from the first knuckle to the next. he still takes it as slow as your initial night, pumping in and out with care before adding a second. all the while, he peppers your face with kisses and words of adoration. nanami moves his thumb to flick over your nub before pressing down hard until you cry out.
pretty, beautiful, gorgeous, mine, are all formations of adoration that he mutters against your skin while he unravels you thread by thread.
“take it, darling, i’ll give you another.”
he utters a low curse at the sharp keening sound, enthralled by how your body trembled as he worked his fingers deeper. nanami lowered his head back to the junction of your shoulder, where he flicked his tongue against the feverish skin. your high whines and small gasps encouraged him to pick up the pace, hips rocking against yours with the precipice of something more, yet he ignored the growing discomfort in his pants to focus all the different ways your mouth formed his name.
his teeth mark your skin, where they tenderly nipped and sucked, leaving fresh marks while you twisted in his hold. you emit a shuddering cry, nails raking over his skin as your body pulls tight as a bow string. the shaky breath lining your lips forms a mantra of his name, over and over until the tremors ebb away. what remains are shaky legs that nearly slump over, caught by your husband as he follows you to the ground.
still floating down from your high, you could vaguely make out the sounds of nanami sucking off his fingers, removing them with lasciviously loud pops. when your gaze eventually focuses, you find him waiting with an eager, seductive smirk.
“ready for me then?”
swallowing a sharp inhale, you nod.
hands heading down to the zipper of his pants, nanami pulled it down and shrugged the material away to free his cock. one hand grabbing himself and the other reached for your left leg which he threw over his shoulder. you immediately try to grind down, slippery lips colliding with warm flesh.
“thought about you all day while i was at work.” nanami purrs breathily with half-lidded eyes, taking in the sight before he would take you to heaven. “thinking about how you would feel around me and mad with pleasure.”
his hand reaches for yours, capturing the digits and bringing them to his lips. he takes his time, allowing his tongue to glide up and down your fingers before kissing your palm, murmuring heated words against them; “thought about our wedding night… those twisted sheets wrung dry”
you feel his hips roll once, probing slightly, before he jerks forward and grunts at the overflowing heat engulfing him. still reeling from your first, your body was pliant and gracious while he chased his. your chest heaved up and down as you tried to calm your breathing while lips continued to release indecent moans.
his grip slides down to your wrists, pressing them above your head into the rug as he adjusted over you. there was an unmistakable provocative outline in his lust-darkened blue eyes. the blonde’s lips meshed intricate patterns against your cheeks, moving downward to capture your lips in a tight needy kiss that made nanami twitch even further.
it made his last strand of self-restraint snap before he met you stroke for stroke, grounding down on you deeply. your lips broke apart with a loud cry that milked with a following angled push as he snatched at your other leg to wrap around his waist. his movements were perfectly concise, designed to make you lose control with the potent effect of his affections.
picking up the pace when your high whines turned into full-blown moans, he inhaled sharply and choked out as coherently as he could,”together, darling, meet me there. i know you can.”
then he shifted on his knees slightly, that brought on a new change in the angle as he continued thrusting deeper, watching how your head thrashed from side to side and you repeatedly arched against him, trying to meet his every move. the delectable bead of sweat that ran down your throat was promptly licked up by the blonde as he sucked on your pulse.
his hands were ever so helpful in guiding your hips as he slowed down his speed to a torturous beat, rolling his hips in deeply to tease the edge. he knew where the peak was, hovering just at the horizon as he marched gradually up the hill. nanami was practiced in the art of getting you there, watching as your spine arched to accommodate is languid yet deep drives.
“ ‘m there, kenny-please”
it was silenced with on of his brain-numbing kisses again as he captured your lips. you could feel the slight curve of his mouth as he pulled out almost fully, making you slutter in the middle of your kiss.
“that’s it, “ he hissed, loving how you pant his name with each of his thrust, trying to manage coherency past how tightly you clenched around him. “we’re there baby. take me with you.”
nanami could feel himself losing control with your begging, fitfully aware you were going to tumble over the edge with him right behind. he abruptly accelerated his thrusts once more, bringing you to meet him sharply. each time he struck, he made sure that he prodded that spot that would drive you frenzied and wild, gazing in satisfaction as you squirmed harder under his skilled touches.
“c-come now, love.” he grunted, phishing past all bounds as he rammed into you repeatedly, losing himself to the sensation crawling up his skin. “do it. be good for me, princess.”
your head twisted and turned as your mouth hung open. vision getting lost in the blinding white. body growing weaker. as if determined to break you entirely, his hand traveled down your navel to come between your joined bodies. expert fingers quickly found you clit as he rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, coaxing you to let go of everything as he whispered lewd thoughts into your ear.
that was all the warning he had when your toes curled and he could feel your walls spasm around him. the flow of sensations ignited his nerves, left to surrender as you became impossible tighter around him, jerking him into his own release as well. a hiss was all he could manage as he slammed into you, shuddering through his climax.
the world exploded into a disarray of hues as he slumped forward, bracing a single arm above your figure while he panted heavily through euphoria.
“bad day at work?” you manage to get out.
he grunts at first, a small sound of misunderstanding before the mutual foggy haze lifts to prompt clarity. a breathy chuckle leaves him.
“never a bad day with you in my life. just missed you is all.” his words are slightly slurred, much unlike your husband but very a keen to a man on the verge of undeniable sleep.
dinner could wait.
“why don’t we take an early evening nap and have dinner in bed later?”
who could deny that?
you get a slow kiss of affirmation in return.
#nanami kento x reader #Nanami x Reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #nanami sins
Warnings: 18+/NSFW thigh grinding at the club, threesome, fingering and nipple play, oral (m. and f. receiving), la tour Eiffel, two booty slaps, a bit of degradation and lots of praise, creampie, throat fucking…if I missed anything please lmk!
A/N: thank you to the anon who thought of the idea of clubbing with gojo and somehow roping along nanami to join them! I hope I don’t disappoint
“I have a question for you.”
It’s not a sentence you normally like to hear, much less while you’re trying to enjoy the loud music pumping throughout the cramped venue. To feel the bass reverberating deeply in your chest, thrumming in your veins.
Yet grinding against a ridiculously tall, white-haired man wearing pitch-black shades at a nightclub isn’t necessarily normal, either.
You consider disregarding him the same way you’re ignoring the thick air that makes this skimpy dress stick to your skin. Working with him for the past few years has honed your ability to block out his silly comments, to the point that you might as well call it an innate technique.
But then his grip on your hips tighten, suddenly halting your movement as you let out a frustrated whine.
“Just tell me, Gojo.” You’re starting to regret dancing with him, the buzz from the alcohol quickly fading.
A low chuckle vibrates against your back before he pulls you further into him, heavy breath grazing your ear as you lean onto his shoulder. “Do you like Nanami-kun?”
gojo satoru ft. f! reader + exhibition ( technically phone sex ¿) + some hair pulling + unprotected sex wc: 2.3k
a/n: trying to get better with my tagging. i realize the community has it’s own sensitivities and i often fall short on that thought. i still owe some prompts and a few other asks but this has been siting in my drafts for a few weeks and i finally finished it up.
it never fails to come as an interruption in your life, the shrill call of your phone blaring at inopportune times. each one conveniently impeding on time with gojo.
your boyfriend of four months would give you that tight smile, blue eyes swimming with annoyance, but never concern. because not once did you pick up the call, always reaching out blindly to silence it without even acknowledging the accompanying messages.
the number changes, but you learned not to accept any call from one you didn’t recognize. important communications were typically followed by voicemail and that was how you dealt with that. but the duration was becoming more tedious than either of you imagined, reaching above the white noise decibel it had been reduced to.
“maybe i should just change my number, “ you suggest forlornly. it would ensure that he had no way to contact you freely, but it would also force you to reestablish connections with all your friends and family. it seemed like an extreme measure but when push came to shove.
only a few moments pass before the phone picks up again, hammering down the final nail in your resolve.
“i think you should answer.”
gojo’s unexpected intervention comes from the edge of the bed where he flips the said phone carefully from one palm to the next. his fingers brush past the two blinking options just short of selecting.
you shift from foot to foot, not sure how to accept that response. gojo was as irritated as you were but you didn’t expect him to cave first.
frowning, you shake your head. “i’m not so sure that’s a good idea.”
“why not?” his gaze sweeps over your face, somewhat amused by your discomfort. there is a swirl of mischief alight in those bright blue eyes. “apparently he needs a little more than a simple no.”
he holds out the device, voice taunting but firm.
“if you don’t answer you’ll miss the call.”
as if there wouldn’t be a dozen more to follow.
your mouth feels dry, hand heavy with the weight of decision. it wasn’t as though you couldn’t deal with the situation, so much as if you were prepared to. ignoring had been the more appealing option over confrontation but perhaps it had been your hesitation that had been the problem all along. ultimately your thumb taps to accept the call.
‘baby, i’ve been trying to reach you for ages.’
the bed creaks but you’re too focused breathing evenly to notice. you weren’t familiar with the etiquette of many break ups, which was why this one was the hardest. it had been a long love that had followed you into the early years of adulthood before spark began to fizzle out.
“i just answered to tell you to stop calling. i’ve already blocked your number once.”
the attempt to revive the romance before it all fell apart had been one-sided. he’d been quicker to discover other fish in the sea before you had. it seemed as though in your patience, you’d found something better while he spent his time chasing minnows without satisfaction.
‘yes, but you didn’t give me the chance to explain. we don’t have to be over.’
you should have seen it coming.
your shoulders tense at the press of his lips at your neck. gojo had a propensity for creating opportunities out of every little divot in life. he lived the role of a jester but held the mind of a genius. gojo had been kind in biting his lip to bare down on the jealousy simmering down beneath.
he gives you a brief grace period as his slender fingers tap the mute button then his lips return to your ear. “if you want this, get onto the bed and place the phone above your head with the speaker on.”
an immediate protest flies to your lips but doesn’t quite make it to fruition. what he’s suggestion goes beyond sexual barriers you’d set up thus far. gojo had a knack for pushing them and helping you discover new fantasies and hidden pleasures.
at the first hint of a pout against your throat, you cave.
so weak for him.
your ex seems none the wiser to the hitch in your voice as you press one knee to the bed, then the other before carefully rolling onto your back. swallowing the waning confidence before it leaks from your body, you seal the deal by placing the phone just above your head after activating the speaker.
“good girl.” the words come whispered for your benefit as gojo crawls onto the bed. as if his intentions weren’t already clear enough, the prominent hardness in his pants as he slots between your legs is. you can’t help but grow dizzy at the thought of your premeditated actions, all while your thighs tighten around his form.
his hands warm the shivers from your sides as he slides up your shirt and kisses down your navel. gojo delivers a sharp nip just before muttering a brisk,” unmute.” in reminder.
the command comes just in time for your expected response though you’re no more prepared to deliver when gojo unbuttons your pants and works them over your hips.
‘maybe if we could just meet somewhere?’
the sincerity coupled with your actions makes it all feel more one-sided with you playing the role of the villain. he’d been an ass, yes, but surely he didn’t deserve this.
“it doesn’t matter, were-mmph.” no part of you expected gojo to play this fairly. you choke on the response when his tongue licks a firm swipe against the fabric of your panties.
‘what does not matter? speak to me. lets talk this out.”
funny how he chose now of all times to acknowledge the issues you had and attempted to resolve in the past.
gojo words feel condescending as he mimics what’s heard against your cunt. there was no doubt in your mind that he’d completely written off your ex from the beginning. the same confidence from your first date dripped from his touch as he worked down the fabric from your hips.
not once did he promise to watch his volume as he sloppily wets his fingers. he’s is ruthless as he plunged in two in on the first thrust, palm curling up to rub friction against your clit. any other time you would have revealed in his ability to make you come apart so easily, now you were more embarrassed by how much easier you felt.
‘is this a bad time? you seem distracted.’
every time was a bad time. that was the point.
gojo’s tongue wet the inside of your thigh, “don’t let him hang up. you want this to be his last call, remember.”
at this rate he was going to make this your last waking moment.
somewhere between a squeak and a whimper, you managed to form words against the friction of gojo’s touch sliding in and out. “no, let’s just-i- yeah, no, we should talk it out now. i’m tired of going back and forth.”
the line pauses briefly. and you almost hope for a second he reaches clarity and saves you from the embarrassment. ‘alright then. are you really not willing to give it another shot?’
your groan of arousal is disguised by disappointment but the opposite warms gojo’s breath against your damp skin. “i didn’t realize you were dating such an idiot. how can he be so dense.” his lips smack, shiny with your stimulation.” you must just really have a thing for pretty faces, willing to look past so much.”
you were willing to look past his deviousness right now, ready to let him desecrate you over the phone like this.
“you’re pretty, toru.” you try to jab but are countered with the addition of a third finger as he starts a relently pace. the sounds are so dirty, reckless suckling sounds that had to carry. gojo made sure of it as he twisted his wrist in retaliation over every shift of your hips.
“i am much prettier than they guy. much better at a lot,” he enunciates sharp smack to your thigh.
then he curls just right and you turn for face into the phone and keen.
‘seriously what is going on you sound- strained.’
gojo’s chuckle vibrates within you. “poor guys don’t even know what you sound like on the verge of an orgasm.”
your voice is impossibly hoarse and not very convincing as you choke out,” i’m fine. n-no look … i only answered because i wanted us to-fuck-no sorry.” gojo wasn’t making this easy. “- wanted us to reach some closure and move on.”
gojo pulls out just short of your building orgasm and you gasp breathy at the loss.
‘we were together for two years. surely that amounts to more than just moving on.’
it did. way back when the unexpected break up had torn your hearts to shreds. the misunderstanding and lost connections had eaten you out from the inside. left you failing in the unknowns of what you did wrong and why he wanted to slow down your progress.
now it all seems insignificant in comparison the sight of your current boyfriend slowly fisting his cock.
‘you wanted to use the break to decide if you were ready for a future together and i think we both realized that we weren’t-”
gojo had chosen the right moment to intervene in your life and the moment at the head of his cock pushes through the first ring. he follows through in one motion, filling you to hilt as his hand reaches up to fist the short of your hair.
‘baby, no one knows you like i do.’
the sharp sting of his fist clenching as he hips rock back is the last warning you get before he slams back in. there was more to the familiar precision as he ruts into you. gojo was the better man, but even he felt short to the green-eyed-monster.
he was relentless with his pace, fucking into you harder with each new whimper you give up. your consciousness is a fleeting cloud, wafting high out of your reach as your mouth opens up to sharp cries.
‘are you working out right now? your words sound broken.’
gojo’s hand presses into the curve of your back as he leaves over you. “fuck, you should just tell him. get this over with. let him know that you belong to someone else now. someone who is currently fucking you better than he ever could.”
your protests mirror your resolve and you can already feel your lips forming those exact words before you catch yourself. “i-i cant.” that was too much, right?
gojo didn’t seem to think so. he suddenly pulled out just enough to turn you over, hand still holding your hair hostage as he pushed your face into the mattress effectively ruining your ability to speak properly.
“tell him, or i will. and i’ll add in every dirty little thing we’ve done leading up to this moment. you don’t belong to him anymore and he should know it. properly.”
‘hey, should i just come over?’ comes that voice again, a constant glutton for punishment.
“no!” you cry out. “i-we can’t- i’m.”
gojo decides to help you out. no longer willing to be a spectator as if he could be called such. “fuck, baby. make those pretty noises for me.”
‘is that someone else? are you with someone right now.’
gojo snatches up the opportunity, hand curling around the phone to place it against the tacky sweat accumulating against the skin between your shoulder blades. you can feel it teetering with each jerk of your body.
“yeah, she is. apparently she needs help getting her point across. if she wants to contact you she will do so on her terms. “ he huffs peevishly,“ until then fuck off or you can listen to me fuck her doesn’t matter to me.”
his commanding tone shouldn’t sound so hot. you can’t help but moan as he hits that spot just right.
a high pitched ‘what the fuck’ grates unpleasantly against the mood you’re so desperate to build to its peak.
“i take it back, hearing you screech is going to make me go soft. don’t call again.”
‘wait don’t-’ his protest comes a moment too late for gojo’s waning patient as he abruptly cuts off the call and flings the phone somewhere above your head.
“I imagined that going much smoother in my head,” grunts as he picks up the pace.
your mouth falls open but nothing comes out. you’re unable to blink past the flood of light as you melt into the roll of his hips. there is nothing left for you to do but squeeze around him as you absorb each thrust.
“i don’t know what i was expecting thinking you could form coherent sentences when i fuck you stupid like this.” his voice is markedly softer now, still agitated but gentler in his touch as he loosens his grip. your head turns without instruction, eagerly catching his mouth in a sloppy kiss.
the tell tale tremble shudders from one end to the next as you dig your knees into the mattress and gyrate your hips. the angle rewards you with an opportunity to ride his cock straight into nirvana. gojo comes to shatter the already broken cry of release by manipulating speed and precision while you chant his name all the way over the edge.
his breath comes in short rasps as he follows you over, body drawn up taut as his orgasm washes over.
gojo’s weight is unforgiving, but thankfully brief when he collapses on top of you before rolling onto his side. he gathers you into his arms and rolls you in against his chest. his fingers chase yours and he brings them to his lips to kiss each one.
“maybe you should have just gone with your idea and changed numbers.”
somehow you find the air to laugh as your head falls back against his sweaty shoulder. he shares your humor, smile sharp with a new prospect.
“or perhaps we can try again? maybe repeated exposure will do the trick.”
Hi! ❤️ I'm so glad that you are back. I love everything you write. Nanami + yearning was wonderful - and *deeply inhaling* I really missed your works. Somehow the way in which you describe his voice or movements always gets me. There is something pleasantly melancholic in your descriptions and to me it kinda resembles poetry, idk... don't wanna sound silly or cringy :) but your way with words is beautiful and I truly admire it. Power of nostalgia is eminently present even in single touches or in endlessly recurring activities of the day and it makes it feel so real.
thank you so much for taking the time to write this very sweet comment! it made me feel really good as i was a little worried about getting back into writing after taking a bit of a break. it doesn’t sound cringey at all. im just glad i still sound like myself and not an imposter 😭 hope you have an even better day than you made mine 🌸
Hi, hello, I am here with a submission for your character + word prompt.
I’d like to request Nanami + yearning
It seemed like a good choice since you can make it smutty or angsty or fluffy. 🥰 tysm I love your writing I hope you take this one on!
rating: 18+ ish wc: 500+ a/n: it feels good to write for nanamin again
it’s sprouts first thing in the morning. the seed of desire that had been festering for weeks without heed and had grown to head by its own demand. it breaks the surface and draws you from your sleep. with a whine you turn your head and find the hidden warmth tucked under his chin. still clinging to his own slumber, nanami mumbles a sound of complaint but doesn’t shift further than a kick under the sheets.
when you had first met nanami, you understood his ambitions. it wasn’t just about the money, he wanted to achieve a life ease and factored in wealth as the solution. agreeing had been second nature. you loved him first, but there was no denying that you enjoyed the lap of luxury. but the cost of intimacy was becoming more than your constitution could handle.
you could barely grasp fragments of remembrance of the last time he’d pinned you to a surface and had his way with you. while affections weren’t a complete lost cause, the soft brush of lips in passing just couldn’t amount to the sensation of him grinding against your inner walls.
with a soft huff, you ignore the additional verbal displeasure as you roll from under his arm and onto your knees. the covers clear a path with your movement, exposing the bare stretch of his thighs extending past the cut of his briefs.
yearning was a cruelty when a man like this was so readily available at your fingertips.
your hand braces the curve of his shoulder while your head dips down to plant kisses down the line of his sternum. every other butterfly touch is exchanged for a mischievous nip with intention to rouse.
“why are you up so early?” his gaze is still blurry and unfocused as he begins to come to. the concern weighing the gruffness in his voice is brief as he comes to terms with your arrangement.
a delicious thrill fills you when his hands come up to warm your sides, thumbs firm and inquisitive as they rub deep circles into the apex. unable to resit, you undulate your hips to drag friction and add more pressure when he hums in encouragement.
the question goes unanswered by your lips but the rhythm of your grind provides more sustenance. a light pink dusts the spread of his chest and his muscles pull taut when he rolls up to meet your downward thrust. the head of his cock nudges against your core just right and your mouth falls slack at the missed feeling.
nanami’s sluggish demeanor is forgotten as his hand is quick to action and his thumb curls inward at your lower lip to press against your tongue. without thought, your mouth closes around the intrusion while your hand braces against his arm. you imagined walking your fingers down the flat of his stomach and waking him up with a different use of your tongue but time was an expensive currency and you had little to spare.
his voice is nonplussed, eyes bright with revived excitement, when he grumbles out a, “we’ll be late.”
no promises on how many i’ll be able to complete but i want to test my muse by requesting character + word of your choice ( i.e nanami + mornings). they will all be small drabbles of varying lengths. i don’t mind receiving mature options,. please don’t feel offended if i don’t get to yours :( just want to get some content out there they best i can
i wrote this maybe a month ago for a friend. just a short drabble to put something out there. sorry for the absence and dry content.
“ look at them, pet, how they honor you even in your debauchery.”
it was difficult for you to do as commanded, already bent over and testing gravity from his lap as he slowly met you stroke for stroke. lounging comfortably against his throne, sukuna was every bit of a king while he spread you out before his most devoted followers.
‘it’s time for them to show true reverence.’ he’d spoken to you whilst his lips attached to the side of your neck and hands guiding down your robes. the shiver trembling your spine had been more from the chill of being bare than the dozen unnamed faces bowed in respect as sukuna beckoned you closer with a curl of his finger.
keeping both wrist bound in one grip, he had even you bowed over for him. marking his dominance as the true authority while still giving privilege by keeping you perched above the rest.
‘’raise your head.’’
another heady task to obey as your body rolls forward with each cant of his hips. he waits until you can outclass the strain in your neck from challenging the resistance. there thumb strokes the cord of muscle there as if knowing exactly where the problem lay beneath the skin. your gaze just managed to make out the horizon of curved bodies when they halted at a pair staring back.
it would be impossible to discern what was quicker: the sharp flush of heat prickling the edges of embarrassment or the taut pull of sukuna’s displeasure.
his voice was sharp, cutting through the thick haze clouding your head. “you think i spoke of you?” the question was directed below where you could just make out the wide-eyed look soaking in the scene before they quickly returned to their senses and dropped back down. the moment was brief but enough to splinter his good graces. unashamed, you clenched down harder against his intrusion as his brawn rippled in preparation to punish. gone was any lingering precipice of self control.
the action wasn’t missed by sukuna, who chuckled darkly as his hand warmed. the vice did nothing to interrupt his rhythm but responsiveness likely prevented an unnecessary death as amusement dropped from his tongue. “are her cries of pleasure not enough for you that you’d dare to ask for more?” he drawled while playing with a piece of your hair.
the disciple knew better than the speak. from this angle, you could just make out their lips moving silently, forming muted prayers of forgiveness.
sukuna’s thighs hit the backs of yours with harder on the next thrust, the slick sound of smacking skin echoing from the throne. he did it again, and again and again until it played in symphony with the mewls falling from your tongue.
the rest of his fingers curled into your hair and pulled, bringing your head to the height he preferred. his fourth and final hand slid down to polish your throbbing clit . he purred in your ear. “rather than gold and favor, they wanted this. just the honor of being in their queen’s presence while she serviced their king.”
he purrs, “how does that make you feel, kitten, knowing your worth?”
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Hi! Just wanted to let you know that you are absolutely and undoubtedly the best ❤️ my favourite fanfic writer, my jujutsu master and my source of super kinky Nanami /Gojo thoughts! So take good care of yourself and remember to be gentle with yourself whenever any rough patches come. Will be waiting patiently until you feel better ❤️ Lots of love, bby ❤️ wish you all the best!
thank you so much for writing this super sweet message. i am definitely planning on taking it slow to better ease into the year. but i appreciate your concern and patience. hope your day is as amazing as you are ❦