Hi hello! I'm Zia, 30s they/them. This is my jjk side blog :) starting to do some fanfic writing that I wanna share with more than just my bestie haha.
Pivoting to more of a yaoi blog
This blog is NSFW so minors please do not interact.
guys whatever u do, do NOT picture nanami in a full suit loosening his tie while he sucks higurumas cock, holding eye contact as he takes him into his throat… maybe nanamis cheeks and ears are a little red… higuruma is still in his suit with only his cock pulled through his zipper hole…
Pairings: Nanami x (aged up) Yuji, one sided Megumi x Yuji and Gojo x Yuji
CW: Omegaverse, omega! Yuji, alpha! Nanami, Gojo, and Megumi, sex pollen/induced heat, oral (m. receiving), omegas have a secret hole, explicit content, the yaoi of it all, age gap (32 and 18)
AN: I promised filth and after much editing I shall deliver. If I need any more tags up top, lemme know.
Nanami Kento was not a romantic man. He was straightforward and unyielding, more concerned with his work as a sorcerer and survival than relationships. It had always been difficult for him to become close to anyone, particularly knowing the high death rate in his field. It certainly didn't help that he often spoke bluntly and didn't often consider the feelings of others over his need to speak the truth. He didn’t believe in fate, or true love, or soulmates. He enjoyed his solitude, his well crafted life completely separate from his career, and needed only fresh bread and good food to feel content. Even as an alpha, he didn’t feel a pressing need for a pack or a mate. He was fine alone.
Therefore, he was very annoyed by Gojo’s request to take on a student for a couple of weeks. Nanami liked working alone-- he didn't mind the occasional team ups when required, but he didn't enjoy feeling responsible for others. It was the reason he had declined a teaching position at Jujutsu College.
“I think he can learn best from you. He's new to this, and is struggling to control his cursed energy output. I know he understands the basics but in the field… I believe seeing you in action might help it connect more,” Gojo explained. Nanami understood why he came to that conclusion. Gojo never had been good at explaining finer details, as his abilities came to him annoyingly naturally.
“Aren't there any other sorcerers he could study under?” Nanami asked. Gojo gave him a scoff.
“Yeah, probably. The thing is, he's an omega,” Gojo replied. Nanami paused. An omega sorcerer was exceedingly rare, as it tended to be a world of mostly alphas, though there were some betas, an inverse of the normal world.
“And?” Nanami asked. It wasn’t necessarily a problem for him to work with an omega. He’d never been tempted by one before. A number had tried in the couple of years he lived as a salaryman, but even if one went into heat right in front of him, he would not be swayed.
“And he smells delicious. But, I know I can count on you not to do anything funny with my precious student,” Gojo told him cheerfully.
“It's inappropriate to speak of your student that way,” Nanami chided. He could almost hear Gojo's unapologetic shrug.
“I could call him much more inappropriate things, but I am trying to be a good teacher. So, can I send him your way?” Gojo asked.
“Fine, I will do what I can,” Nanami finally agreed with a sigh. He wasn’t exactly thrilled to have tutoring added to his list of responsibilities, but he didn’t really have an excuse to deny the request.
Gojo hadn’t told him his student would be staying with him. Nanami was caught off guard when someone knocked on his door the next day. It was his day off, and he hadn’t expected anyone to visit. He opened the door with a scowl, half convinced it was Gojo there to mess with him.
Instead, there was a stunning omega. The scent of fresh baked bread hit his nose, mixed with cinnamon sweetness, and he breathed it in greedily before he even registered what he was doing. The omega was a head shorter than him, with soft short pink hair and honey colored eyes that looked up at him with excitement, his shoulders broad and his hoodie unable to hide the thickness of his muscles. He smiled brightly up at Nanami, who could only stare down in shock. His heart immediately started beating faster, and he felt an intense urge to claim him. A long muzzled part of his mind started to growl.
“Pardon me, are you Nanami-sensei? I'm Itadori Yuji. Gojo-sensei said I would be staying with you for a while,” he explained. That was when Nanami registered the duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He scowled, shaking off his strange instincts.
“That was not what we discussed,” he growled. Itadori frowned at his tone, and he could smell the slightly sour scent of worry. He bit back his annoyance with Gojo and stood to the side.
“I apologize, it's not your fault that Gojo is insufferable. You may come in while I get this sorted. And please, don't call me sensei, I am not usually a teacher,” Nanami said, stepping aside to let the student in. Yuji smiled then.
“Thank you for having me!” He greeted politely and entered the apartment. Nanami wished he would have had any warning. His apartment was spotless, but he didn’t have much for groceries nor did he have a guest room.
“Please make yourself at home. I have a phone call to make,” Nanami told Itadori, who nodded and took off his shoes. Nanami retreated to his bedroom and took a deep breath, clearing his mind of the alluring scent of Itadori. Gojo hadn’t lied about that. He dialed up Gojo’s number as he rubbed at his temples. Since when did omegas sway him? Already he felt the urge to keep Itadori in his sights, as if all the years of repression were being spent at once
“Hi hi~” Gojo greeted cheerfully.
“When I agreed to help with Itadori, you didn't mention he would be staying over,” Nanami immediately began.
“He's going to be sticking with you on your missions, it would be a hassle to pick you both up separately,” Gojo explained, tone all too happy for Nanami’s taste. He let out a frustrated growl.
"The truth, Gojo. What am I protecting him from?" Nanami pressed. Gojo let out a deep sigh and hesitated before answering.
"… I’m due for my rut any day now. You know how I get… it's for the best that there are no omegas within a few miles of me," he finally admitted. Nanami pinched the bridge of his nose, eyes squeezed tight. Unlike himself, Gojo lacked control over his alpha instincts. He’d seen him in a rut once when they were in school together, and it was terrifying.
“A little warning would have been nice, Gojo. I don't have a mission today and am not prepared for company,” Nanami chided half heartedly. Even he could admit getting Yuji away from the school was the right call.
“Hard to imagine anything you aren't prepared for,” Gojo teased. “Don’t worry too hard, Yuji’s easy going.”
“That isn’t the point,” Nanami bit out. Gojo sighed dramatically.
“Nanami, you’re so uptight. At least I sent you someone sweet. If it was Kugisaki or Megumi-chan you'd all kill each other, but you'll be just fine with Yuji. I gotta go now, about to enter a veil. Toodles!” Gojo told him before happily hanging up. Nanami looked at his phone and let out a bone weary sigh. Of course Gojo had no respect for his time or personal space.
Nanami accepted the situation, but he certainly didn't like it. He took a moment to breathe and adjust to having a guest. He hadn’t let anyone from the jujutsu world into his apartment. They always met elsewhere if he needed to meet anyone. In fact, had he had ever anyone over at his apartment? It wasn't as though he had friends outside of his coworkers, let alone a lover. It felt too vulnerable to have a stranger in his private space.
He finally left his room to face Itadori. Nanami found the younger man looking over his bookshelves with his hands clasped behind his back. Itadori looked up as he entered, offering a sheepish grin.
“I'm sorry to impose, Nanamin. Did Gojo-sensei not clear me staying over with you?” Itadori asked. Nanami shook his head as a thrill ran down his spine at the childish nickname.
“No, he did not, but don't worry about it. What's done is done. However, I haven't done any shopping for a while. I need to get groceries. Any preference for dinner tonight?” Nanami asked. Itadori shrugged.
“Whatever is easiest, I'm not a picky eater. Rather, is there anything you would prefer? If I’m going to stay here and bother you, I should at least make myself useful and help with cooking,” Yuji offered. Nanami offered him a half smile, and couldn’t look away from the bright grin he received in return.
“Then, would you like to join me? You can remain here if you would prefer,” Nanami offered, surprising himself. He blamed the sweet smell going to his mind. He’d never liked an omega’s scent quite so much. Itadori enthusiastically agreed to join him, and the two set out to walk to the nearest grocer.
It felt oddly domestic, walking through the store together. Itadori was quick to point out deals and even quicker at grabbing them. While he cast a wanting look towards some of the junk food, he didn’t ask Nanami for it. In all he seemed happy to do something mundane with someone else. Nanami found himself feeling the same way. He never wanted anyone to be beside him, but didn’t mind it now that he had it. They finished up quickly and when they returned to his apartment, Itadori took the bags from Nanami’s hands and went to his kitchen.
“Let me take care of it. I promise I’ll clean up any mess I make,” Itadori offered, smiling brightly, and Nanami was powerless to turn him down, not to mention a little curious. He didn’t know many eighteen year olds that wanted to do domestic work. He reluctantly left Itadori to it as he was chased from his own kitchen, and settled back into the living room. He picked up the book he had been reading to the sounds of someone else in his kitchen, the clanks of kitchenware and Itadori’s soft humming as he got into his work.
He didn’t know it could be so nice.
Itadori was actually quite competent in the kitchen and put together a delicious oyakodon bowl. It was simple fare, but tasty. Itadori talked a lot as they ate together, chattering on about getting used to jujutsu and the friends he’d made so far. He asked after Nanami, too, and didn’t seem at all bothered by his short, blunt answers. Yes, he’d gone to school with Gojo. No, he hadn’t gotten along with him then or very much now. No, he wasn’t from a jujutsu family. All the while, he could smell their scents mingling and couldn’t deny how well they worked together, baked goods and bergamot and citrus. He wanted his apartment to smell of it all the time.
True to his word, Itadori cleaned up the kitchen after dinner, leaving it just as spotless as it had been before. Nanami relaxed at the sight of it, realizing that he had been worried a young man in the house would mean it would be quite messy. Instead of the dislike he had been braced for, it felt like Itadori naturally belonged there. It was unsettling how much he liked his presence in his apartment.
After dinner, Itadori talked Nanami into watching a movie. He’d expected Itadori to choose something loud and full of action, but was surprised when he instead pulled up a tender family drama. Nanami agreed to it, but found himself watching Itadori more than the movie. He was focused in despite how quiet and slow the film was, looking serious as he took it in. He leaned forward in his seat, a throw pillow wrapped in his arms, and Nanami only became aware of the movie taking an emotional turn when Itadori’s eyes filled with tears. He watched in fascination as a tear rolled down Itadori’s pinkened cheeks, and he was horrified with himself when his hand twitched to wipe them away, Even knowing he was only crying because of a movie, he felt the overwhelming urge to make it all better and dry his tears. The movie ended and he excused himself to get bedding for the couch, but needed a moment to himself. Itadori had been around him for mere hours, and already he ached with want. He hid in his room after a quick goodnight, staring at the ceiling as he tried to convince himself he wasn’t entirely fucked.
The next morning, he stepped out to the living room and found Itadori asleep on his couch. The morning sun made his tan skin even warmer, his lips rosier. He had kicked off his blanket in the night and his shirt rode up to expose his sculpted abs, his pink treasure trail, the edge of his underwear under his sleep shorts. Nanami couldn’t tear his eyes away from his exposed skin, startling when a whine escaped his throat. Itadori let out a soft snore as Nanami pinched his arm. He knew he was going to go insane.
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Based on the day before, Nanami wasn’t sure how well Itadori would do in the field. He seemed too soft, too sweet to be able to handle himself against a nasty curse, though Nanami could tell at a glance he was physically strong. He quickly learned he shouldn’t have been worried. He knew Itadori had only recently learned about jujutsu, though he wasn’t entirely aware of what happened there, but he was very adept martially. Itadori was able to keep up easily with Nanami, and had no faults in his physical prowess. He was even faster than Nanami and hit nearly as hard, but Nanami could see that he did have a problem using his cursed energy in his attacks, fluctuating between too much and too little. Nanami explained his own process, straightforward and precise, and after each fight gave Itadori constructive criticism that was received well.
Itadori was vicious in battle. Nanami was intrigued by his cleave technique, and the two worked together extremely well. Nanami used his technique to hit vital points, and Itadori zeroed in to hit them again, causing far more damage than if he attacked at random. It made them a lethal team as they cleared through a hoard of grade three curses that had overtaken an old cemetery. Nanami could see Itadori already improving by spades, and couldn’t deny how impressed he was by Itadori’s talent. He could hardly believe he had only been enrolled for a month. He could easily tear weaker curses apart with his bare hands, and using a cursed tool just made him that much more deadly. He had to respect his ability.
It was strange how easy they built a routine in only a few days. They went on missions and returned home, shopping together and taking turns cooking. After, they would watch a movie next to each other before taking their showers and going to bed. Nanami liked Itadori’s presence in his apartment, the small ways Itadori made himself known-- the blankets and pillow on the couch, his jacket on the back of a chair. Nanami looked forward to watching movies with him and sitting close together in the quiet dark, both content to be next to each other. And in the field, he felt reassured that he could leave Itadori to protect himself. He was an asset, not a liability.
After a week of working together, Nanami knew it was too late for his sanity. He felt his heart swell every time he saw Itadori’s sleeping face, and his pulse quickened when Itadori would shift a little closer next to him on the couch until eventually they were touching, his scent giving away his sense of comfort. Too often he wanted to bury his nose in Itadori’s neck, particularly when he was cooking. He smelled so happy when he was in the kitchen, and it made him all the more delicious. It wasn’t helpful at all that Itadori always gave him such a fond look, like Nanami was somehow his favorite person in the world. He could worship that look in his eyes, or his shy smile whenever he presented Nanami with dinner. He was completely hooked, and didn’t know how he was meant to cope.
His feelings were entirely inappropriate. He wasn’t Itadori’s teacher, but was still in charge of him. He couldn’t abuse that position of authority. Not to mention, he had a whole decade on him. It felt criminal to have feelings for someone only freshly eighteen. He deserved better than an older man lusting after him. Every morning he held himself to a vow that he would do nothing to make Itadori uncomfortable, and shoved his blooming feelings deep down where they wouldn’t bother anybody. He kept a careful leash on his alpha instincts that wanted to mate Itadori and keep him there forever, the side of him that wanted to fill him full of pups. He felt like a lecher.
In the second week with Itadori, they went out on yet another mission together. A grade two spirit had been spotted in an abandoned building, and Nanami felt confident in Itadori’s ability to handle it. They laid out the plan with Nanami acting as backup for Itadori, to see if he could put the week of lessons to good use. Itadori lead the way as they walked through the building, an old hotel that had once been used as a brothel. Some small curses littered the rooms and they dispatched them with ease as they neared the bigger source of cursed energy until the found it in a room at the end of a hall. It looked like a ghost of a woman sitting in the middle of the empty space, long black hair flowing down to spread over the floor while it made a weeping sound. Nanami fought a shudder at the creepy scene, and he saw Itadori hesitate for a moment before he raised his fists and went in. The curse lifted it’s head, revealing an upside down face, and it suddenly lashed out towards Itadori, spewing dust his way. It managed to hit his face but Itadori didn’t flinch. He was able to cleave it in two before wiping at his face, frowning as he did.
“Are you alright?” Nanami asked as Itadori returned to his side. He took a hold of his chin and tilted his head to look him over. Some dust irritated his nose as he brushed it from the younger man's cheek, smelling of decaying roses. He wrinkled his nose at the scent. Itadori went pink at his touch, his eyes slightly widening. His scent warmed before he darted away, rubbing the back of his neck. Nanami clenched his hands into fists. He shouldn’t have touched him without asking like that.
“I’m fine, it didn't even touch me. I kinda feel tired now, though. Is this our only mission today?” Itadori asked. Nanami nodded and lead him outside to their manager and opened the car door for him. Itadori was oddly quiet on the way back to the apartment, but his scent started to become stronger. Nanami wondered if he had gotten sick somehow, the thought becoming more pressing as Itadori's scent shifted, becoming more distracting.
“Do you need us to stop for medicine?” Nanami asked when they were close to the apartment. Itadori only shook his head, even though he looked flushed.
“Mmm, no, I’m not sure what’s wrong. I just feel a little off,” he had said. Nanami insisted on cooking dinner that night and Itadori didn’t fight him, just retired to the couch where he bundled up in his blanket and snuggled into his pillow. His scent grew stronger and sweeter, making Nanami nervous. Could he have a fever? Was he in heat? Nanami swallowed at the thought. He had only been near an omega in heat once, and he had managed to keep a hold of his senses then, but this was Itadori. He was barely hanging on from kissing him senseless on a normal day. He put all his focus into making dinner, trying to keep it light in case Itadori was feeling more ill than he could admit. He ignored his own growing fever and hardening cock, waving it off as a reaction to Itadori's pheromones filling the air. Nanami froze in the kitchen and sniffed at the air as he could no longer ignore what message Itadori's body was sending. Arousal. He hesitated, setting back down the plates of food.
Nanami froze as Yuji wrapped his arms around his waist, too distracted to hear his approach. Yuji’s body was hot even through their clothes. Nanami could no longer ignore that Yuji was in heat, and he himself might be falling into a rut. Yuji rubbed his face against Nanami’s back, his hands exploring his chest. Nanami’s heart began to race at Yuji’s touch, every part of him buzzing with electric desire.
“Yuji,” he let out a growl of warning, hands tightly gripping the counter. If he could convince Yuji to lock himself in the bedroom, he could call for someone to help. He could leave and rut his own hand in a hotel not saturated with Yuji’s scent. That way, he wouldn’t give in to his siren call.
“It hurts, Nanamin,” Yuji whined. He fisted Nanami’s shirt, trying to keep him as close as possible as he rubbed against him. Nanami was rock hard as he grit his teeth and turned in Yuji’s arms. All his resistance broke as he saw Yuji’s heated eyes looking up at him imploringly, pink lips trembling as he tried not to cry. Heats could be very painful for omegas, given a need to breed but difficult to relieve on their own. The only tried and true method to relieve the pain and shorten the episode was the hormones in an alpha's cum. Nanami's pupils widened as he stopped fighting the lustful haze in his mind. A good alpha would make his omega feel better, wouldn’t he?
He took a gentle hold of Yuji’s face, far softer than he thought himself capable of at that moment, and devoured those perfect lips that had tormented him for days. One hand gripped Yuji’s hair as his arm wrapped around his back, keeping him pressed close. Fuck, he even tasted sweet. Their tongues swirled together, Yuji whining needfully into Nanami's mouth. Nanami pressed his leg between Yuji’s, soaking with slick as Yuji’s hips rolled, trying to chase friction. The kiss turned sloppy and heated as Yuji fucked himself using Nanami’s leg, turning Nanami on more and more.
“Nanamin, Nanamin!” Yuji chanted, hips faltering as he got closer to the edge. His name pouring so sweetly from the younger man nearly made Nanami burst on the spot.
“Good boy, Yuji, go on and cum,” Nanami encouraged, voice dipping low and velvety. Yuji cried out and gripped Nanami’s shoulders tightly as he finally came, then sobbed as its temporary relief did little to help.
“Shhhh, darling, it's okay,” Nanami peppered kisses over Yuji’s face before scooping him up in his arms, dinner forgotten. Yuji wrapped his arms around his neck while Nanami took long, quick strides to his room. He laid Yuji down, heart aching when he whined and tried to keep a hold of him.
“It’s alright, Yuji, I'm not going anywhere,” he soothed him, and Yuji reluctantly let him go, though he kept a hand on his wrist. Nanami loomed over him, taking in his flushed face and heated gaze. Fuck, he wanted Yuji so badly. He leaned down, capturing Yuji’s lips hungrily. He radiated lust, his sweet scent all Nanami could smell. Yuji’s hands shook as he went for Nanami’s shirt, struggling to undo the little buttons until Nanami couldn't stand it and ripped it off. He took more care to gently lift Yuji’s shirt from him, then dove in to appreciate the exposed flesh.
Up close, Nanami could smell his refreshing body wash mixed with the salt of his sweat. He licked Yuji’s collar bone before nipping at him, going delirious from the little sounds Yuji made. He was wonderfully expressive in the bedroom, though Nanami distantly wondered if the haze of his heat let him be bolder. He kissed and bit his way across Yuji’s impressive pecs before sucking one dark nipple into his mouth. Yuji tried to raise his hips to grind against Nanami, who chuckled around the nub of flesh. Holding himself up with one hand, he used the other to ease Yuji’s pants off, aided by his impatient companion. He sat up just to appreciate the sight of Yuji’s nudity below him. He was as perfect as Nanami had imagined him, all planes of muscles and tantalizing skin, his cute pink treasure trail leading to neatly trimmed pubes over his red, throbbing cock. His thighs were smeared with slick, and with his clothes removed, Yuji’s arousal permeated the air. Maybe he could have just a taste…
Nanami lifted Yuji by his hips, ignoring his surprised gasp as he buried his face between his legs, tongue delving greedily into his slit. Fuck, he tasted divine. Nanami pushed his tongue inside, needing more of his delicious taste. Yuji gripped at Nanami’s thighs, body shivering as Nanami devoured his cunt, the only sounds the squelching between Yuji’s legs and his whimpering moans.
“Nanamin, oh god, oh fuck,” Yuji moaned, hands covering his bright red face. Nanami came up gasping for air only to wrap his lips around Yuji’s smaller cock. It was salty with cum and Nanami wouldn't have it any other way. His omega tasted so fucking good. He licked down his length before sucking on the tip. He looked down at Yuji, his own cock throbbing at his blissed out expression. He took more of him into his mouth, chasing the need to make Yuji cum. A good alpha never finished first. Apparently the eye contact was enough. Yuji called out his name warningly and came in his mouth moments later. Nanami swallowed it all down before finally releasing him and lowering his hips back to the bed. He shoved his pants down enough to spring his cock free, long and thick with veins popping out along the bottom. He thought Yuji might protest at his size, but if anything he had to wipe drool from his mouth.
“You’re so big, alpha,” Yuji purred. The alpha in Nanami wanted to smirk, smug as can be, but it gave his rational mind pause. He nearly forgot since Yuji had been using his name, but that was all he was there: an alpha there to ease his suffering. He couldn’t help but wonder if Yuji would be just as happy if another alpha was trapped with him during his heat. He growled at the unhappy thought and shoved two thick fingers inside Yuji’s cunt. He gasped at the intrusion and spread his legs even wider. Nanami fingered him hard, punishing him for his own insecure thoughts and roughly prepping him at the same time. He didn’t spend as long as he normally would stretching Yuji open, and removed his fingers after only a minute to press his bulbous head to his entrance. He shoved himself in, groaning at how fucking tight Yuji was. Yuji clawed at Nanami’s back as he sank into him, stretching his opening wide.
“Alpha! Yes, god yes, alpha!” Yuji moaned, letting out a litany of praise, his hips moving greedily for more. Nanami growled and bit his shoulder to avoid the temptation of his beautiful neck. This was his omega, his Yuji. Warm blood trickled down his back from Yuji’s nails while he pistoned into Yuji. He needed to claim him, to fill him up with his pups so no one else would dare look at him.
“Mine,” he growled into Yuji’s shoulder. “Mine, mine, mine!”
With those possessive words, coupled with another hard bite to his shoulder, Yuji came undone beneath him. He could feel his cunt clench around his cock and lost control, emptying his balls into Yuji’s womb. His knot swelled as he came, locking him into his velvet hot cunt, wrapped up entirely with Yuji. He wrapped his arms around him and rolled onto his back, keeping Yuji close so he wouldn't tear himself. Yuji laid over him, chest heaving as he tried to regain his breathing. Nanami pet his hair and stroked his back, hoping Yuji would think his heart was racing from exertion and not the love that threatened to overwhelm him.
“Mm, perfect alpha,” Yuji mumbled, his chest rumbling with a contented purr. He nuzzled into Nanami’s neck with a sigh, his scent evening out for a moment. Nanami held him close as he laid wide awake, too tired to worry about what would happen after the fever had passed.
Think I will simply start posting my fanfics here to show these assholes what real problematic fics are. So many writers I love are being harassed and its fucking bullshit. Leave fanfic writers alone, jjk men are not real they will not fuck you for standing up for their imaginary honor.
I think its safe to say I'm out of the smau game. I've tried a few times to do new ones, but the joy isn't there. I may still drop one from time to time, but this blog is gonna pivot to canon x canon shipping and away from x reader. I had fun doing the ones I did and I hope yall enjoyed them. I'm not going to delete anything. I just don’t really have it in me anymore, I'm sorry. I wanted to make a more formal announcement about that before I start yapping about shipping thoughts. Thank you to everyone who has stuck around, it was really fun and I appreciate you all 💜
