#bsf!nanami

[droaxa]

thinking about bsf!nanami.

misunderstandings, lil bit of angst, smut, fluff, mdni!

thinking about bsf!nanami who you've been infatuated with since you started your first year at college.

bsf!nanami who has been a constant since the beginning of your first year, a rock in the everchanging tides of roomates, friends, and classes.

bsf!nanami who is quietly kind and thoughtful, never failing to stop by your dorm to drop off a snack during exam season. Chuckling as he ruffled your hair, making a comment about the state of your room, and placing a small treat on your desk.

bsf!nanami who grew into a behemoth of a man over the years. after starting to workout in college, he went from a relatively normal guy to a muscular mouthwatering masterpiece. and unfortunately for you, was perfectly your type.

bsf!nanami who was basically a prince in your eyes, not in some cheesy over the top way or from his good looks, but in the small ways that warmed your heart. leaning down to tie your shoelaces, or offering his study guide when he could tell you were struggling on a unit.

while bsf!nanami was always cute to you, your feelings for him after all these years had spiraled out of control. somehow, you went from thinking about how cute he was when he talked smiled to hoping that he'd hold you down with those big beefy arms and fuck you like you needed. oops.

bsf!nanami, oblivous as ever to your longing stares, treated you the same as he ever did.

finally, in your fourth year you reached a breaking point. your friends were pestering you on going out with them so they could introduce you to a guy they knew. apparently he was your type, but everytime you even considered it, the image of bsf!nanami would appear before you.

"c'mon girl, nanami's eye candy, but he's too oblivious for you! pleaseee come out with us? you'll have fun!"

after a reluctant agreement from your side, mostly to stop her from saying please for the 100th time that day. you groaned as you got up, picking out a top and skirt from the closet to emulate the maneater you definitely didn't feel like.

In the middle of you doing your makeup, your door creeked open and a head of familiar blonde hair stuck inside, peeking shyly.

"nanami?"

the afformentioned man slid into your room, shutting the door softly behind him.

"sorry" he smiled apologetically is his charming way, "i just assumed i should come over cause you didn't text me"

you'd giving him a copy of the keys to your apartment as soon as you got your own, you trusted him more than yourself at times, always the responsible one out of the two of you. him sneaking in to watch a movie with you on a friday night was nothing new.

shit. you totally forgot. it was movie night.

bsf!nanami sat on your plush bed behind the vanity you were sitting at, warm hazel eyes tracing your figure through the mirror. or maybe it was your imagination. god you were getting desperate.

"i'm so sorry ken i forgot, i had so much on my mind tonight" you said as you patted a pretty pink lipstick onto your face, words coming our a little slurred from the application. you turned to face him, the nonchalant expression you had schooled melting a bit at the sight of him nestled in your duvet, all comfy. but being the spiteful little shit you were, maybe you wanted to make him a little jealous!

you had a feeling that you might die a little inside if he didn't care, perhaps urging you to go on your date like the amazing friend he was.

despite it all you steeled yourself, "and i'm going on a date tonight"

it was pindrop silence for a second. then kento spoke. "what? like now? is that why you're dressed up?"

forget jealous, he sounded upset.

"yeah," you replied, wincing a little at how fast you'd responded.

"why" kento asked, voiced getting more steely than you were used to.

"because i want to?" you said with a little bit of heat behind the words, frustration seeping out, "can't be single forever."

kento's eyebrows furrowed at that, "what's wrong with that, you have me."

you scoffed, "well i don't 'have' you ken, i want someone who i'm more than just friends with." your face settled into a frustrated pout, lips plump.

kento's eyes softened, "is that why you've been so mad at me? cause you want something more?"

at this point you reached a breaking point, standing up to fully face him and arms flailing in frustration. "well maybe it's because i'm so in love with you and i don't want to be just friends anymore!"

the second the words left your mouth you knew you fucked up, shutting your mouth as your eyes remained wide open.

"shit" said kento, almost dazed, still buried among the fluff of your bed.

your eyes welled up with tears and you took a step back, "that's all you have to say?" you'd fucked it all up now, and kento would speak to you again. fuck your life.

at the sight of your tears kento snapped back to reality, crawling on the soft mattress to where you stood near the bed, his built body a stark contrast against the fluff of your bed. large and warm hands held your tear soaked face, wiping your tears gently as they fell.

"no no no" he cooed, in a way that you'd say to a crying child "please don't cry"

you glared at him through your tears, "kind of hard not to asshole" and pulled his hands away from your face, only for them to find a place on your waist, putting you ever closer to the warmth that was kento.

"i've been waiting for so long" kento said, voice dropping to a garvely tone that you only heard in the early mornings when he'd sleep over on the couch.

you stilled, eyes wide as a deer in headlights as the man in front of you said something you only imagined in dreams. is this real? "what?" you muttered stupidly, the remaining tears drying up on your face.

he pulled you closer by you waist, until you could feel his body heat and the warmth of his breath on yours. "i've waited so long," he muttered in a low tone, grip tightening slightly, "do you know how hard it was to hold myself back when you'd go wear your cute little skirts around campus? every guy we walked past eying you like some sort of candy"

he continued, breath heavy in a way you could tell he'd been waiting to tell you, "and you were just so sweet to me too, even when we'd just met," he paused, almost as if hesitating to say the next part, "when you called me ken" he almost groaned as he said it, "and i knew i was in love with you"

your mouth gaped uselessy at his confession before you strung a few clumsy words together, "i had no idea"

he chucked lowly, the type of laugh that vibrated the air around you, "how could you, i tried so hard to hide it, just be your best friend," he looked at you wistfully, "i didn't want to lose you if you didn't feel the same"

your heart tugged at that, kento was planning on just burying those feelings if you'd never said anything? always the gentleman.

"ken... guess we were just two idiots huh" you smiled, remaining tears gone and instead a soft smile decorating your pretty features.

he smiled back and this time pulled you even closer so your knees settled on the bed, hovering above your lips for a second before planting a slow and catious kiss on your lips, almost as if trying not to scare you away. you deepened the kiss by pulling him ever closer by his shirt and reciprocating with equal hunger.

he groaned into the kiss, on hand going to hold the back of your head, buried in your hair. it quickly turned heated, sloppy, years of longing and wanting being poured into the kiss.

when you pulled apart, a blush dusted both of your cheeks and you chests rose and fell in unison as you caught your breaths. kento tugged you towards him, this time to fall beside him on the bed, pulling you into his side. you rested your head on his chest and he wrapped his arm around you, bicep flexing delicously as he held you.

"so," you said, looking up at him cheekily, "i'm not going on that date?"

he raised an eyebrow and squeezed your arm, "you sure you want to go to him with your pretty lips all swollen like that," running his thumb over your mouth, "and as if i'd let him see you in this cute little outfit"

you smiled slyly, "what are you gonna do about it"

his eyes twinkled with amusement as he pressed a long kiss to the side of your forehead, "maybe i'll hold you here underneath me"

"got any other dreams of what you want to do to me?" you asked coyly, fingerd running through his hair, the oher hand on his chest.

"i don't have to, you're here with me" he admitted, "besides," his voice dropped an octive lower as he whispered in your year "you wouldn't even be able imagine the things i’d dream about you if i did "

a/n: ughh nanami is my fav out of all the jjk boys and this scratched an itch for me. let me know if you guys want to see any other characters!

[gojosmangopie]

[18+] backshots with bsf!kento <3 part 1.

“you’re such a fuckin’ tease,” bsf!kento curses as he bends you over the couch, panties hanging haphazardly on your ankle as he hits the back of your pussy with his pink tip, pre smearing against your tight walls. he swears he can feel your pulse thumping around him with each stuttering slam into you, heavy balls slapping into your clit.

“don't kn-oh! what you're talking about,” you try to defend, only for kento to pull you back onto his length by the wrist, spearing deeper inside. “ohh fuck!”

“yes, you do,” he grunts, each word punctuated by a strong snap into your hot cunt. his free hand grabs a handful of ass and spreads you open, watching as you swallow him whole, dragging him back in like he wasn’t allowed to stop anymore-any of his rational thoughts are instantly drowned out by your sickly sweet moans muffled against his couch cushions. every jiggle of your body hypnotizing, every lustful swivel of your hips back sending him closer to the edge of insanity. “you’re wearing my shirt, asking if we can share a bed…”

“nana- y-you’re deep,"

“calling me that damn name,” his tone breathy in a way you’ve never heard from him before.

you turn your head back to look at him as the words tumble out of his mouth and your own jaw nearly drops at the intensity of his gaze. he’s flushed from his chest up, brows furrowed and eyes half lidded, unable to be torn away from you. strands of blond fall and stick to his perspiring forehead. “i‘m a man, sweetheart, still weak to temptation.”

his fingers round your hip and rub between your legs, sending bolts up your spine that has you clenching around him in an attempt to feel more. every puffy vein down his shaft, ever wet swab of his cockhead inside you, every sound coaxed from his lips. god, you wanted it all. “were you trying to make me snap, hm?”

and fuck he was starting to have trouble speaking, abs contracting with the effort to not blow his load before you; but the way you shake against him, eyes rolling back as his shirt hangs from your body — he couldn’t slow down.

“k-kento,” the sound of his name leaving your lips sends a jolt up his spine, hand surging forward to pull you against him with a firm grip around your jaw. your clothed back presses against his chest as his lips find yours, hips thrusting up into that sweet spot that had him desperately swallowing your moans. your orgasm hits you violently, legs shaking from under you as your eyesight blurs. every pulse racking through your poor pussy milks his fat cock until he cums with a stuttered groan into your lips, spirts of warm seed splashing inside before it begins to leak past your folds and down to his balls.

"you drive me crazy," he finally says when his heart slows to a manageable pace, body slumped over yours, arms wrapped around you to hold you close as your head lulls lazily back on his shoulder.

"do i?" he rolls his eyes with a huff at your knowing smile.

"tch. tease."

[gojosmangopie]

[18+] part 2.

bsf!kento who is trying so, so hard to be respectful of you. it was like his worst nightmare come true when you started getting more comfortable around him. not actually, but it was torturous because comfortable meant you’d fall asleep on his shoulder during movie nights, hold his arm against your chest in crowded places, even steal his tshirts just because you knew he didn’t really have the heart to stop you.

once, you walked out of his bathroom in just a towel, still dripping and smelling like his bodywash like it was no big deal, like he was some kind of saint with the self control of a god. he wants to remind you that yes, he’s still just a man whose cock gets hard at night. still just a man who sometimes, against his better judgement, jerks himself off to the thought of his pretty best friend sleeping in his bed while he tries to maintain proper platonic boundaries with a pillow under his head and his body laid on an almost-too-small couch. he groans, ashamed, into his palm as the other rough hand squeezes his cockhead and hopes the sounds of the raging storm outside could mask the wet shlick of his fist around his dick. he just needs to cum and be done with it- just needs to cum and never think of you like this again, with your soft lips and gorgeous eyes and sweet voice that drips with honey and-

“nana? i really feel guilty about taking your bed, can’t we just share it? promise i don’t mi- oh!” he almost thinks he’s imagining you say that stupidly cute nickname that really doesn’t suit him before he realizes you’re really there, standing over him with his fucking shirt on looking like an absolute angel.

“shit!” he fumbles to pull his blanket over his waist in a panic, ears pink and cheeks reddening with heat as he sits up on his elbows. “it’s not- i’m not-.” great now he’s stuttering.

“i thought you were sleeping,” he manages to state through his embarrassment, chocolate eyes flickering up to yours in the dark of the living room. the shame only settles further in his chest when your surprised expression morphs into a devious grin.

“were you thinking about someone, nana?” you tease, leaning closer towards him in question, tshirt hem riding further up your thighs in a way that totally didn’t make his dick twitch under the fabric.

“no. don’t ask me things like tha-”

“really? so you were just stroking it to nothing?” kento watches with bated breath as you settle between his legs, inching ever closer to the tent in the blanket like it was a present to be revealed. no, you couldn’t waterboard this information out of him. such a gentleman, he’ll never admit outloud that he was about to cum thinking about how pretty you’d look stuffed full of him.

“should i give you some material then?”