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walking out of a bathroom with only hand dryers, which have been proven over and over again to spread more germs than not washing your hands at all, like:
gtkm hq!! meme | favorite male character (3/5): bokuto koutarou
“the way of the ace. number 1, your back should be an inspiration to your teammates. number 2, smash every wall in your way. number 3, every ball shall be spiked!”
That anon has a massive brain bc im absolutely losing my shit over nanami fucking kento and ngl i jus wanna push him in a chair and watch his slightly shocked face as i go absolutely feral and grind on his damn thigh as i tell him to keep his hands off (for now) thats it im d o n e
He says work's shit so why's he been neglecting you for that heap of administrative crap? Why aren't you the one he's doing furiously on his desk?
God, you're gonna have to fix that.
You grab his wrists, slide your fingers between his so he drops his pen with a clatter, lift his arms to open a nice seat for yourself right on his lap.
"Y/N—" gasp.
Your lips move like waves over his, wet and sloppy and all-consuming. Deepening the kiss, you straddle one of his legs, so large and so far apart you couldn't possibly encompass both, and bring your core down on his flexed muscle. Grinding, sliding, rubbing. The lace over your soaked pussy can't stop the stain of arousal spreading on his tan suit.
"Darling," you coo at him, teasing his mouth with little licks, "you're so tense, so stressed—" his thigh twitches beneath you, and you throb "—let me relax your poor muscles, hm?"
You are his dear, his love, his darling — respite, salvation, an oasis in the desert.
It doesn't matter whether you are a sorcerer or civilian, solely that your smile is warm and your arms, home.
If you're a normal person, he'll offer you cursed glasses and train you up until he isn't afraid to leave you on your own. Rationally, he knows he isn't a prime target the way Gojo or Megumi are, but that won't stop him from going to absurd lengths to keep you safe.
His love language is absolutely and completely quality time.
Nanami loves to simply sit in the park with you, whether on grass or a bench, watching kids run amidst themselves in the playground as he whispers in your ear about how they could be yours, some day.
His clock-puncher attitude with regards to work doesn't translate to his love life. He'll take every last second he can get with you and then some, and make the absolute best of each and every single one.
He's also pretty big on acts of service, especially when it comes to chores. You will not be left to carry the household on your back, that's for sure — if anything, you'll have to stop him from overworking himself with both his job and home keeping.
Just too dedicated. It's dangerous for his health.
Make him lunch in a pretty bento and he'll look forward to it all morning! Then as he eats it he'll smile at the thought of you, upon which Gojo will tease him. Nanami barely even notices, and if he does he doesn't care, because you're on his mind. Gojo can't spoil that.
He can be cold and stoic at times, but if you let him know he'll make an effort to wear his heart on his sleeve around you.
He's not a virgin but he doesn't have that much experience, either. His very presence, as a shaman, endangers the unfortunate civilians he may sleep with, so he'd rather avoid it entirely. And since fucking his coworkers isn't really up his alley either, his right hand's pretty much his only option most nights.
His self-restraint and control are through the damn roof. He can last rounds upon rounds without coming, and especially not before you do.
It's also really hard to tell when he's horny through that stolid façade of his, but I assure you, his libido is higher than he lets on.
Tie bondage. That's it, that's all I have to say.
He hates to admit he's got a daddy kink, but oooh boy, if you call him daddy in the bedroom, he goes nuts.
Don't tease him in front of innocent students or he'll have to punish you later.
Nanami prefers languid sex to rutting wildly into you. Riling him up enough for him to fuck you silly with rough, rapid thrusts is a challenge, and a worthy one.
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