⋆˚꩜｡ Nanami Kento x stripper!reader (!!!)
ᵎᵎ content includes descriptions of a strip club, alcohol, cursing, sexual content,descriptions of naked bodies.
Nanami is usually the type to stay home in his dimly lit apartment, sinking into his worn leather couch with a glass of scotch and some crappy docu-drama humming in the background. He’ll drink glass after glass until his head spins and he can barely make it to bed. But not tonight. No, Gojo had other plans for his silent, sulking friend. After the week Nanami’s had, he figured he deserved a break. He’s just looking out for him.
“Can I get eight shots of your finest—” Gojo’s boisterous voice is cut off by a low, gravelly one to the side of him. “Just a glass of scotch, please. Yeah, thank you,” Nanami says, earning a sharp, annoyed glare to the side of his head.
“A whiskey? Classy, but boring,” Gojo taunts.
.“I’m not taking shots. I drove here,” Nanami replies in a flat tone.
Nanami turns to him, deadpan. “I also drove you here. And I’m not about to let you puke in my car.” He grabs his whiskey from the bar, giving a quick thanks to the bartender.
“Just got it detailed,” Nanami mutters under his breath, already walking off.
despite Nanami and his quiet and usual disapproving attitude he heads straight for the front row seats by the strippers. Because really, what else is there to do in a strip club but toss some cash and watch women do tricks on a tall pole, tits out and gussied up under flashing neon lights, with smoke clouding the place and bills falling from the sky.
Nanami sits in a seat, adjusting slightly before digging into his pockets and pulling out a stack of thick, crispy dollar bills. Holding his drink in the other hand, he watches the dancers with an unreadable expression, eyes stalking and following every movement, waiting for the right time to toss something on stage.
When a woman dressed in nothing but heels and panties walks by, swaying her hips with purpose in front of him, he smirks, for the first time showing any emotion other than gloom. He smoothly slips a few bills into the tight waistband of her panties, letting the fabric snap back against her skin as he releases the money.
Leaning back in his seat, Nanami takes a long appointed sip of his drink and looks around the club. his eyes wandering not looking for anything or anyone in particular
Nanami’s eyes dilated, fixated on a woman across the club as she walked up the stairs to begin her set. His gaze feasted on the mystery woman, watching her hair bounce with every step. As she stepped onto the stage and got into position, ‘Wicked Games’ by The Weeknd played softly in the background drowned out by Nanamis focus on the woman.
As the woman twirls seductively around the metal pole, Nanami watches, his eyes tentative yet unblinking. His breath hitches in his throat when their eyes meet. She looks at him with intrigue, he’s different from the usual men who come here. He looks sophisticated, like he doesn’t even belong in a place like this.
Still holding eye contact with Nanami, you stepdown from the pole and walks closer to the edge of the stage. Nanami doesn’t miss a beat as he stands and reaches for your hand. laughing softly, grabbing his hand and descending down the steps.
“You want a private dance?” looking up at him through long fluffy lashes, batting them softly and slowly.
“I’ll follow you, swee’heart,” he replies, his voice smooth and steady. But his heart is racing, he can feel it thrashing against his chest.
“Just me and him,”you say, and the two of you walk toward a long, dimly lit hallway. A man stands at the entrance, eyeing Nanami up and down before giving a slight nod and stepping aside, allowing them through.
Once you two get to the darkroom, nanami scans the room's dark red walls. One dim yellow light hangs from the ceiling and an L shaped black leather couch sits against the wall. You turn the towards nanami placing your hands on his chest looking up at him.
“So, whats your name?” You ask, raising your eyebrow slightly.
“Whats yours ?” Nanami ask, tilting his head hes teasing—seeing how far he can get with you.
“i asked you first “ you say, slowly leading him to the couch and pushing him down. He falls down with a grunt and man spreads allowing you to sit on his lap, thighs on either side of him bodies touching . You’re so close to his face and his hands lay softly on your waist, he applies pressure as you continue to squirm trying to get comfortable.
“Nanami” he says, gripping your jaw to look you in the eye. You smile, biting your lip softly and lean in, taking his bottom lip in between your teeth biting down suddenly with no warning . His breath hitches at the sudden pain, and you feel his pants get tighter.
His hand grips your waist and drops from your jaw to your ass, pulling you closer into a deep kiss. You moan softly into Nanami's mouth, breathing each other the kiss deepens as you two grind against each other ferociously. Nanami reaches around your back and smoothly unclips your bra. You gasp when the cold air hits your nipples. Nanami throws the flimsy top somewhere around the room.
Nanami disconnects the kiss and grabs your tits in his hands, bringing it to his mouth and suckling on the nipple, giving attention to both he licks tight circles around at first before slightly biting down, taking the pebble into his mouth—payback.
Nanami looks up at you with a smirk, wanting to see your reaction to how hes making you feel, your breathless, mouth hung open, eyes squinted shut, trying to get as much friction between you two, grinding even harder on him.
He's rock hard beneath you. His cock is stiff, straining against his pants, and you can feel you're throbbing on him, your wetness seeping through the thin shorts. Its material-soaked nanami can feel it on his own pants, leaving a wet spot on him.
You come to a halt, catching your breath , slowly trailing your way down his lap onto the floor with your body in between his legs.
You reach for his pants, but he grasps your hand before you can even begin undressing him. His breathing is unsteady, his eyes filled with desire and lust seeing you on all fours making him want to shove your head as far down his length until your cheeks are stained with tears, and your choking on your own saliva snd his cum.
"What? You scared?" You bait pouting at him.
"Nah, I just don't want you to hurt yourself" He chuckles, letting you go and lying back on the couch.
he hesitates before unbuckling his belt. You quickly reach to yank down his pants along with his boxer briefs. His cock is stiff as it springs up.
He hisses when the cold air hits him as his cock finally escapes as it hits his lower abdomen as you look at him with wide eyes and then back down, your mouth watering
as you look at him, placing your hands on both thighs sitting between him. You slowly stroke his cock with both hands his faces scrunches up.
“shit, that feels good” Nanami moans softly, before you drop your hands leaving him touch starved and wanting more he looks at you with a confused look.
“Wha–“ Nanami sits up, frustration brewing beneath him he’s crumbling beneath you.
“How bad do you want it?”
Sorry this took so long!! Hopefully this is good idkk the ending is not my fav it will probably be edited later. also first time writing smut is it obvious?? - leiasproductions
