#jujutsu nanami

[love-me-satoru]

He's usually seen as the overworked business man but you see a man working for your future. He's working for the two kids who call him daddy. He's working for his loving wife. He's working for the family vacation you two planned. He might come home stressed and overworked but he'll do anything for his little family. Anything to keep his family happy.

[bellalalie]

be my muse! ⋆˚✿˖°

at-home boudoir photoshoot with older!nanami (suggestive, based off this poll)

here you were, sat on the bed exactly how kento wanted you to be. 

you rest on the insides of your thighs, knees flat and pointed outward on the sheets, hands poised demurely on the tops of your thighs— but your gaze still wandered along the subtle ripples of the bedsheets, daring not to look at him. behind that vintage leica m3 was your doting husband, and it was your idea to have this boudoir photoshoot together.

you even picked out your lingerie, choosing a classy black lace set and simple sheer black stockings he gifted you on your birthday! 

regardless, it seems that a small sense of hesitancy and constraint has caught up to you. 

“it’s still me, my love. there's no need to be shy.” nanami reassures after noticing your discomfort. his tone just as soft as the sunlight brushing your exposed skin. 

you noted to yourself that this is the most concentrated you’ve ever seen him: glasses pushed up into his disheveled hair, a soft crease between his brows, paired with one eye closed as the other peers through the camera’s viewfinder. 

“…i don’t know if this’ll look good, ken…” you murmur, nervously toying with the frilly lace choker wrapped around your neck. “are you sure about this lighting?” “yes, i’m very sure. you look radiant in natural light. perfect, love.” click! “but does the light even matter? the photos will come out in black and white anyway…” you reply dejectedly. “black and white leaves the possibility of choice, my love. color is merely but a distraction,” nanami declares profoundly behind the lens.

“in a way….it leaves more room for the imagination. and by that....well, that is what makes this erotic.” 

click!

you were so over it.

when that didn’t comfort you, nanami let out a sigh, lowering the camera slightly to see you in color. “you can drop your shoulders slightly, sweetheart.” he chides, reaching down to card his fingers through your hair. “relax…there is no need to pose for me. you’re already my muse.” 

you could’ve sworn it was the sun rays heating your cheeks, but something about that loosened the tension in your brow, daring you to look up at him and into the camera’s aperture. you sat up straighter, chest pushed out a little more, with your head tilted just slightly. 

“stay right there, love. do not move.” 

a click of the shutter was followed by a proud smile. 

and there it was, the decisive moment. 

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a/n: can you tell i read some of henri cartier bressons essays 🙃 m.list! taglist! reqs!

[lumigum1]

𐙚Student body president!Nanami can’t handle how obsessed Troublemaker!reader is with him!

”This cannot be happening”

Kento Nanami, the most responsible, diligent and dedicated president the school of Jujutsu High has ever seen is somehow feeling his patience being tested by the same damn girl. He’s currently stood with his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose whilst looking upon an utterly massive graffiti mural saying a phrase that he’s become tired of.

’Go out with me Prez!’

Murmurs fill the hallway as students gather around to stare at the public message.

”U-uhm Nanami..? What do we do about-“

”I’ll deal with it.” He snaps at the younger student council member nervously holding a stack of papers close to their chest. ”Just.. just don’t worry about it..” The poor guy nods quickly before scurrying off. “Everyone please head to class! There’s nothing to see here. It will be cleaned up-“

”Oh but that’s so meaaaaan Prez!”

His eyebrow twitches. The crowd of students part like the Red Sea to reveal a girl with a skirt too high for the dress code, shirt untucked with the top buttons undone and standing with her hands on her hips like she owns the place.

”How could you wipe away my romantic gesture Kenken!”

He pushes his glasses up his nose with disdain, stepping towards you with a heavy aura.

”Y/n. Vandalism and defacement are against school policy and those found to do so may be subject to disciplinary action.”

You lean forward, looking up at him with the most shameless of intentions as you bat your long, pretty eyelashes and make sure your cleavage is just about in view.

”You sound soooo attractive when you say all those long words Kenken-“

”It’s Nanami to you-“

”Kenken.”

”Nanami.”

”Kenken!”

He groans, running his hand through his hair and closing his eyes to try and compose himself. At the same time, your eyes are just drawling over him, scanning the way his eyebrows crinkle and his jaw clenches when he’s annoyed to the way his shirt can barely contain his broad, muscular shoulders.

”Do you know how much paperwork I have had to do because of you? We end up using all of our budget cleaning up your mess.”

You tilt your chin down in a flirtatious manner, eyes glimmering up at him mischievously.

”It’s only till the love of my life finally goes on a date with me…” You wiggle your eyebrows at him, causing him to grimace.

”Your methods are inconvenient. You should not be using school property to fulfil your selfish desires.” ”I’ve never done that!”

With annoyance, he leans down, towering over you and casting a shadow on your eager face.

”You once locked out the radio club from the AV room to announce your feelings for me.”

”Oh but that was one time!”

”You’ve also tricked the brass band into accompanying you in singing a mediocre rendition of ‘Total eclipse of the heart’ by Bonnie Tyler with our names somehow inserted in, and lord knows how you did this but you made all the wallpapers of the school computers a photoshopped picture of me carrying you on a beach.” You struggle to stifle a laugh.

”Oh but that was a good picture of us-“

”That’s enough. You will stay after school and you will not leave until it is cleaned off.”

As if you were thinking about it, you twirl your hair around your finger while looking at the floor.

”Will you be supervising me?” Oh he so desperately wants to say that one of the other council members are available to do so. Or maybe that a teacher would be willing to deal with you. But he knows all too well that neither of these are the case.

”Yes. Yes I will.”

A high pitched squeal exits your mouth, making the poised president wince as you turn on your heels and start to skip away.

”I’ll see you later Kenken- I mean Nanami!”

”No running in the halls!”

He watches you leave, muttering under his breath about how he shouldn’t be spending his time after school supervising the biggest troublemaker at school. And yet, despite his frustration, there’s an unfamiliarly warm feeling inside of him at your affectionate manner towards him. He never shows it, he’s practiced and calm. But deep down, your little winks, the way your hips sway and how you look at him as if he’s hung the moon for you when he’s scolding you— well. Let’s just say that he may be looking forward to supervising your little detention.

A/n: New lil mini series I wanna start!! I hope you’ll all like him😈. Reblogs, likes, follows ALL APPRECIATED!! Please comment if you want a taglist xxxx THANK YOU FOR READING MMMWAH!!

~Lumi

[yallllooloooo]

Converse, Nanami x reader

Synopsis: You recall the day you had to your very sleepy husband Nanami Kento

Nanami loved the feeling you gave him. He loved how whenever he came home from his work that you were always there, always ready to share whatever details you had about your day and how many curses you excersised, he loved how you always seemed to know exactly what he wanted,

If he wanted a hug you knew, if he wanted a kiss you knew, if he wanted to lay of your chest and have you rub his hair you knew, if he wanted a nice bath ran for him after a tiresome day at work, you knew(you always joined him though), you just understood him so much, and he loved you for it.

So that's why right now, you had him snug against your chest as you recalled the day you had to him, your hand in his hair as you softly combed your fingers through it.

"Yes, can you believe he ATE the finger Nemi, I couldn't believe it when I saw it, and then Gojo cam-" you were disturbed by the sound of Nanami's grumble from his place on your chest,

"He ate...the finger?" The man asked in disbelief, the hand that was rubbing your stomach now coming to a slow halt. But his question was met with a playful eye roll and a sarcastic response,

"Yes Nanami, the boy ate the finger, keep up" Your husband just shook his head at your words, his body too tired to even muster up with anything more to say,

"So yeah, then Goji appears out of nowhere and….”

As you continued on with your story, Nanami began to wonder how he got such a wife, he didn't know. But hey, it's not like he's complaining though.

Masterlist

[jamiecakesx]

Therapy session- N.K

*jamieshortflix*

Synopsis: your therapist Nanami has remained professional despite your irresistible charms for far too long…

Pairing: Nanamixreader

Content MDNI: therapist! Nanami, patient! Reader, slowburn, HEAVY NSFW, fingering, oral (fem+male), slight degrading, Nanami is sexually frustrated, Nanami is down bad, FULL NELSON, doggystyle, cervix smooching

S/N: Decided to post my drafts a bit, enjoy!

Nanami Kento was a prestigious therapist at his job. A perfect professional. He had helped you in every way that mattered to you, mental health, dating, emotional support. Despite his rigid and tone def demeanors he’s practically been your only consistent factor these days. He’s always had your back even when you felt you didn’t want to be here anymore. His favorite words were “think about the future, not the present, there’s still parts of the world and life you haven’t discovered yet.” Through every twist and turn he’s remained professional. But you couldn’t help but begin to see him different over time. Well. Let’s just say even from the beginning. He was always sharply dressed. Perfectly pressed button down office shirts and ties that were always white or blue or both. Perfectly combed and cut blonde hair that he kept neatly slicked back, not a hair out of place. Those strong shoulders and thick bicep muscles, and large firm hands that held his notebook and pencil, would make you bite your lip as you watched absently.

It wasn’t long before you’d let your mind start to wander. He was so kind. And professional, you wondered if he’d ever crossed those lines and confused himself for you. And in your last session, there was tension. Something odd that you simply couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the way he adjusted his tie everytime you hit your bottom lip, or maybe it was the way he watched the way you’d press your thighs together everytime he moved his grip on his notepad. But either way. You felt it. And although there was nothing sexual about the context of your conversation, there was surely something up spoken between you two. And there blossomed curiosity. You began to wonder what he sounded like when he moaned. What he looked like with his face etched in pleasure. Or what his hands would feel like digging into your soft thighs. You wondered if he, felt it to. This weeks session was different. The air. Was thicker.

“Good morning y/n how are you feeling today? Could you describe your mood to me on a scale of 1-10? 1 being a really bad day and 10 being the best day?” It was protococal. He’d been your therapist once a week for 6 months now. And he always asked the same question to start your sessions. Although it frustrated you at times, and you wanted to just get to the point, you knew, the question was still…relevant.

“About an 8”

He tapped his pen over his notepad with his legs crossed in those biege slacks he rotated in occasionally. “An 8. Why an 8 and not a 10 so early into your morning?”

You twirled your fingers in a strand of your hair before your face burned noticing the veins in his hands from writting (earlier probably)

“Um well…I-I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve been up all night…”

He nods looking directly at you and listening intently. And for a moment his eyes flick down toward your hands curling nervously under the hem of your skirt, then immediately meets your eyes again. It was so fast you could’ve missed it, but you didn’t, you never did.

“What’s been on your mind?”

You gulped hard.

“Well…it’s not that big of a deal”

He shifts and leans back into his arm chair, legs still folded.

“It must be something significant if it’s keeping you up at night”

He taps his pen over his notepad while you sat there contemplating whether or not to tell the truth. Because the truth is? It was him keeping up late at night. The way he always knew exactly what to say, those rough knuckles that looked like the swords on them had aged and left scars from fights in the past. You cleared your throat. You know the only option was to tell the truth.

“I’ve been curious about…masterbation”

Nanami doesn’t move. But his face said everything. And he wasn’t one to be very expressive with his face. His typically relaxed and half lidded eyes were wide. You could actually see the hazel in his eyes. He held his breath for a moments before clearing his throat. His finger twitched over the pen in his hand.

“Yes. If that’s what you want to discuss. But just know. It’s not my profession. I’ll help you as best that I can.”

Your face was burning like you’d been sitting in summer heat all day. You barely held his gaze enough though his eyes never left yours.

“Is there a reason you want to talk about this? The interest is abnormal for you…”

“Um…not really…I just don’t have much experience with it…independently”

He nods and adjusts his tie. And even from where you were sitting, you could see his eartips turn pink.

“I see. I’ll do my best to help you. Tell me. What do you want to know about masterbation?”

“Well…I’ve done it before…but I want it to feel good…my friend tried it, she says she enjoys it and it helps you relax, but…I haven’t found enjoyment in it…or relief.”

Nanami’s eyes search yours as if he’s searching for a lie, like you asking him this was unbelievable. It was one of two things or both. That you weren’t typically shifting conversations to anything sexual, let alone expressing your own participation in it. Or the fact that Nanami Kento wasn’t particularly active himself. Immersing himself with work kept him too busy to think about things like, sex, or self pleasure. He cleared his throat gently.

“First, y/n, you want to make sure that you’re doing this for the right reasons, I’m your therapist, and I care about your well being. Make sure that you doing this is not to release stress hormones, that can increase the likelihood of an addiction. And when you’re stressed is when you’re the most likely to get attached to any available coping skill available.”

You rolled your eyes.

“I know…”

He nodded. “Okay. Well…have you tried, using your imagination? Having a picture or a voice in mind?”

You nodded slowly with your cheeks burning. Somehow. You could feel it, that he knew, that he was what you imagined.

“Okay then. Have you tried using two fingers? Instead of one?”

You shook your head no. Exhaling deeply and looking him in the eyes. His expression was always neutral, stern. He nods again.

“Try that. And…try curling your fingers upward. Not straight. Straight will start arousal. But curling your fingers is where you’ll find…your g-spot”

“And where is that?”

He exhales softly as his eartips turn a darker shade of pink.

“It’s at the front of your womb. Just upward. If you push against it, you’ll achieve an orgasm”

Your lips part in awe. The way he knew so much about a woman’s body, a woman’s pleasure

You fidgeted with the sleeve of your blouse and gulped.

“Okay. I’ll try it.”

He nods.

“If you like to discuss the after affects and self-care, I’m happy to help”

You nodded slowly before shifting the conversation.

“There’s been something else on my mind…Mr. kento”

Nanami’s eyebrows rose, two surprises in one session. They probably made Nanami’s entire week.

“Go on, tell me what on your mind?”

“Honestly…today would’ve been a 10…if I knew how you felt about me…”

Oh. Kento’s eyes widened, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. A nervous habit.

“Y/n, I’m sorry but I cannot cross my professional boundaries as your therapist. Please ensure to keep the context of the conversation around you and how I can best support you at this time.”

You pouted. Of course, he’d never risk his job over a connection that could be casual. You continued your session expressing concerns with work and your nighttime routine. But deep down inside your feelings never changed, and you weren’t giving up there. For weeks you began showing up to his sessions, in tiny skirts. Sinful ones, that barely covered your ass and lace panties peaking from underneath, and upur therapist is professional of course, even when you began offering to help him make his coffee during sessions, and bending over to pick up trash in those skirts. You’d caught him choking once or twice. But you never pushed too hard, and he respected women too much to demand you put on some clothes. So he allowed himself to be tortured. Until your next session arrived. You were in another tiny skirt, heels, a button down blouse that you left unbuttoned just enough to reveal cleavage and red lips. And during your session, minute by minute you watched him slowly break. Biting his pin so hard it broke, sweat at his temple, the light pink flush of his cheeks. He wrote in his notes but he couldn’t hide the heat flash that shot a wave through him.

You sipped coffee from a mug. He was kind enough to offer you a mug this time, instead of you just making his. Your red lips left a stain on the rim. But as subtle as it was Nanami was licking his lips absently. When you sat down your mug on the central coffee table, you leaned back into your seat, legs crossed your tiny skirt riding up your perfect thighs. He’s tried to deny himself by this point, but after this being close to the 10th time he’s seen you in an obscene skirt, it’s been easier and easier to catch him staring.

“How are you feeling today? On a scale 1-10? 1 being the worst. 10 being the best”

“A 10”

After what he taught you last week? Yeah. A ten.

Nanami leans forward in his chair, pen and notepad ready.

“Excellent. Tell me, what’s gotten your day off to such a great start?”

“Um…well I…I did the thing we talked about in our last session…”

“Mhm”

“It was…incredible”

Nanami’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. He hadn’t realized what you’d meant by what you talked about last time because during your sessions you typically cover a lot of ground, so it slipped his mind for moment until you’d said it was incredible. but oh. That.

He cleared his throat.

“That’s good, I remember that I did tell you if you wanted to follow up about that…that I um….I was willing to do that…”

“Because I thought of you.”

Nanami’s cheeks flushed. Him? Your boring therapist? He couldn’t believe his ears. There was a long stretch of silence.

“It’s um. it’s hot in here.”

You looked around his office. You knew there was central air in the entire facility.

“It’s cool in here for me”

You spread your legs subtle but well enough for him to see the panties you were wearing.

“You’re sure you’re not coming down with a fever Mr.kento?”

Cleared his throat and undid his tie almost frustrated and rubbed his mouth.

“Black lace”

You stiffened for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you’d heard.

“What?”

“Your panties. Their black lace. You’ve worn them before. Their my favorite pair”

Your chest felt like a bomb went off. Your face burned. But Nanami sat up in his seat across from you. The broad daylight beaming through the floor to ceiling windows in his office.

“And I don’t stop you. When you flash them. Because I yearn to see them one more time. Just incase, they’re a different color.” He groans behind his lips and pants through parted lips and flushed cheeks. “Let me see. One more time”

You stared at him in shock lips parted like you couldn’t believe what he was saying. But then he stood, towering over you. Tall broad and eager. “Please”

You nodded and spread your thighs slowly. He dropped to his knees looking at your wide legs like he’s found a rare diamond worth millions and. Burried his face between your thighs like he was a wild animal let loose. He hummed and let his warm wet tongue dragged over your lace covered cunt over and over until it was soaked and cool air hit making you get chills. he sucked your clit through lace groaning like a farel beast and moved your Panties to the side before licking and sucking away like a starved caveman. “Mmm, fuck, you have no idea, ngh—, how long I’ve wanted to, ugh, taste you”

His words muffled against your slick and drool covered cunt. He dragged the flat his tongue from the bottom of your folds to the tip of your clit in one long stripe before slurping up your clit and gripping your thighs. Every pleasured sound from you only made him bolder. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. He smacked his lips and groaned before slurping your clit again. He sucked your pussy until you were crying and creaming on his tongue, and then? He folded your legs hard to your chest and began pumping his girth between your slurp swollen folds, slick with your syrupy fluids. He pushed his needy cock so hard up your pussy your stomach buldged as you trembled and whimpered with each thrust that sent you bouncing hard.

“Fuck you look so damn pretty taking me”

He growled out, thrusting fractionally and tenderizing your g-spot. He squeezed your thighs hard as he railed you completely dumb and dizzy.

He popped his cock from your juicy folds and lifted you by the back of your head until you were sitting upright. His massive cock was right in your face pre-cum leaking over the tip mixed with your slick.

“Don’t get shy on me now y/n”

You bravely spit on his steel rod and stroked his girth.

“God yes.”

He mumbled out. Every roll of your hands sending jolts through him. He groaned letting your work your magic. You watched him pulse and twitch in your tight stroking grasp with parted lips like you wanted more.

“Go on…”

You leaned in rubbing the flat of your tongue over just the tip and making him shiver. Testing. Teasing. And then wrapping your lips around the fullness of his cock, stretching your lips. He hummed in satisfaction watching your mouth full of him like you had a foot in your mouth. He let you adjust for a moment, letting your droll drip around his veiny shaft before thrusting slowly.

“Ugh—, that’s it…”

He hummed out as your soft, wet lips pushed up and down his cock.

“So fucking naughty hmm? Torturing me in those little skirts?”

He gritted out sliding his hands in your hair and holding onto you before thrusting a bit harder. You let out a muffled sound.

“You don’t know what you do to a man y/n”

He groaned as you whimpered helplessly on the size of his cock.

“Turn around”

The command was simple, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned over on the sofa, hands curled into the cushions. He groaned a farel sound when he slid up your skirt until your black laced panties where revealed hiked up between your ass cheeks like thong. He squeezed your ass cheeks hard with eager groan and spreaded them before slowly lifting his cock back into you. Feeling him fill up your womb from this angle was overwhelming, you immediately moaned as he stretched you. He balled your skirt up in his fists and began slamming his cock into you.

“Risking my damn job to finally stuff you with my cock”

Your vision blurred, the pleasure uncharted as he burried every inch of his massive length into your tingling womb. Thrust after thrust sent you in a tizzy, you were no match for the way he pushed his cock so far up your womb he was kissing your cervix. Until he was filling you full of his cream like a jelly filled donut.

After your session. You could barely walk. You limped from his office. And once you’d gotten home after your drive, you saw a text from him. “When would you like to schedule our next session?”

Oh nanami the man that you are…more shortflix to come…

@Plagiarism not authorized

#cymi

[cyharo4ka]

nanahitoʼs retirement

[lavellearts]

Blushing Nanami

[girlwuke]

best thing about last school year were my friends spraying water at me whenever i even mentioned nanami kento

@possiblyhumanbeing