#namami kento

[sadisticslut666]

Fuck me, I’m horny!

synopsis: You’re ovulating and insatiable—and Nanami can’t keep up.

cw: explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, ovulating(kink), Bouncing on Nanami like a whore. m.list

Nanami knew the signs by now—the restless shifting in your seat, the way your eyes dragged over him like you were starving, the bratty little attitude that always came out when your hormones did. You were ovulating, and it was obvious—because you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

“Kento please,” you whined helplessly already knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist.

“Sweetheart,” he muttered, voice low as you climbed into his lap, grinding down on the thick outline of his cock through his slacks. “You’ve been needy all damn day.”

He sighed like you were impossible, but his cock was already out, flushed and heavy against your soaked panties. “Can’t keep up if I give in to you like this.”

“That’s the point,” you whispered, guiding him in.

The stretch made you sob, your body clenching around him immediately. Nanami gripped your hips, trying to set a pace, but you were too far gone—bouncing on his cock, tits spilling free of your shirt, moaning like you wanted the whole building to know. “Please, don’t stop,” you begged, leaning down to kiss his jaw, your body trembling as he pounded into you, relentless. “I need you, Kento, I—oh—so good—”

Nanami groaned, head tilting back as your hips slammed against his, your wetness coating him, dripping into the crease of your thighs. “F-Fuck sweetheart, slow down,” he muttered, his hands gripping your ass.

You couldn’t get enough—grinding, bouncing, whining as your nails dug into his shoulders. “Fuck me harder, Kento… please… I need it!”

He obliged, setting a deep, relentless pace that had your walls clenching desperately around him. Every thrust pushed you closer to the edge, every groan from him echoing through your body. Your breasts bounced with every move, nipples brushing against his chest, and your mouth fell open, letting out ragged cries.

Nanami groaned, thrusting deep, each motion driving you wild, “That’s it… take me… all of me…”

You came screaming his name, walls clenching around him as he held you through your orgasm, chest pressing to yours, sweat mixing and slicking your bodies together. Nanami followed shortly after, groaning low as he spilled inside you, still pumping through the aftershocks of your orgasm.

When he finally collapsed against you, sweaty and spent, his hands still gripping your hips, he muttered, “Every. Single. Time… you’re like this, I can’t resist.” You just whimpered, head resting on his chest, already aching for the next round.

a/n: so excited for kinktoberrr

[tiedsuccubus]

What position was nanami’s mom getting clapped in to create such a beautiful man

[unknvhx]

the jjk men are jealous -texts

bf!megumi, bf!satoru, husband!nanami, bf!choso, ex’slawyer!higuruma, bf!inumaki, sneakylink!toji

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[wolfiihoney]

Nanami is the type of husband who… ༄.°

Nanami is the type of husband who doesn’t like to text. He’ll call on his lunch break just to hear your voice for a few minutes. He’ll literally call you just because you texted a simple “hi.”

Nanami is the type of husband who makes sure how to perfect your favorite type of coffee or tea; so when you wake up in the morning it’s already there waiting for you.

Nanami is the type of husband who always wanted to get married, so when he did, it became somewhat of a badge of honor.

Nanami is the type of husband who can communicate his feelings very well and will help you communicate with your own better as well.

Nanami is the type of husband who (I believe) isn’t big on public affection except for the constant hand holding or occasional back rub.

Nanami is the type of husband who wants babies. He always knew deep down he wanted to be a father but pushed the feelings aside because of his job (that was until he met you, of course).

Nanami is the type of husband who rarely calls you by your actual name. He much prefers to call you “darling” or “my love” because that’s what you truly are to him.

Nanami is the type of husband who usually always wakes up early but now slows down in the morning so he can lie with you for a little while longer.

Nanami is the type of husband who needs a vacation more than he would like to admit. Luckily, he has you to surprise plan vacations for the both of you, for whenever you notice him coming back home a little more exhausted than usual.

Nanami is the type of husband who loves to cuddle. He’ll randomly grab a good book and your hand to go out to cuddle in the hammock in your shared backyard.

Nanami is the type of husband who loves giving you what you want. You want those nasty chips with an unhealthy amount of red 40? Go grab a bag baby. You want to stay up all night watching movies when you know you have to get your mom from the airport early in the morning? He’ll go get the blankets and popcorn because he'll go get your mother in the morning so you can sleep in.

Nanami is the type of husband who is oblivious to how adorable he is. He’ll do the most adorable things during the day and when you bring it up to him later, he’ll just go, “Oh?”

Nanami is the type of husband who you’ll hear in the next room bragging about how “smart and amazing my wife is.” To Satoru and he’ll just be eating it up because even he knows Nanami is adorable.

Nanami is the type of husband whose love language is physical touch and not just in the sexual way. He always has his hands on your hips when he’s speaking to you. If you stand over him while he’s sitting, his head is most definitely pressed against your tummy and he loves hugging you.

Nanami is the type of husband who loves to learn from you. He’s so used to being the teacher figure in everyone’s life, so something as simple as you deciding to teach him how to make cinnamon rolls in a new way makes him fall in love all over again.

Nanami is the type of husband who is very simple and doesn’t want or asks for much, so when you first got into a relationship you were so excited to surprise Kento with little gifts here and there because he really never expects it and his blushing, surprised face was to die for.

Nanami is the type of husband who’s really a big love bug and just as much as he loves giving you love, he loves receiving it from only you. He loves getting those bedtime kisses on his nose, he loves the big warm hugs where you squeeze him just enough, he loves the intimacy of sharing a warm drink on a cold winter's weekend. He just loves everything when it comes to you.

Surprise kento update.♡

Ty so much for reading, and I’d love if you’d consider rebloging AND give me some character requests.

[satoyesha]

୭ৎ toji loves your eyes. thick!woc!reader.

toji was obsessed with your eyes. he always had been.

it was a problem for him—one he didn’t even try to hide. they were big, dark, glittering things, framed in lashes he swore looked like they’d been brushed with a fine paintbrush.

wide enough to make you look sweet, but not so innocent that they didn’t have bite. on you, they sat soft and sultry, holding that glassy sheen that made people’s knees buckle.

men, women, strangers, him—especially him.

and now, pinned under his heavy body, you had those same eyes locked on him—half-lidded, wet, dazed from the way he was fucking you.

he had you in that mean missionary that gave you no mercy; one leg hooked over his thick forearm, pressed high by his shoulder, the other bent and crushed into your chest.

he was leaning over you, pressing you into the mattress, his dick punching up inside you so deep you felt the blunt weight of him in your stomach.

and oh, he looked—down at the creamy ring clinging to his thick shaft, the messy spread of your folds swallowing him in over and over again. the squelch with each thrust.

the gold glint of your anklet flashing near his jaw, the letter ‘T’ swaying with every bounce.

but he always came back to your face.

your mouth was parted, glossed with spit, whimpering. your brows—pinching in like you were trying to hold yourself together. your eyes fluttered between focus and haze, heavy with lust but still looking at him like you could see right through him.

“mmm—y’can’t keep lookin’ at me like that, mama,” he groaned, his voice low and wrecked, sweat sliding down his temple. “tryin’ to f-fuckin’ kill me, huh?”

your chest arched when he bottomed out, tits bouncing hard enough to make the flesh jiggle, soft tummy shifting under his palm when he pressed down. you felt him there—the outline of his dick pressing up from inside you, and he felt it too, rubbing his hand over it like it was his favorite toy.

“oh—ohhh, haah—t-toji!” your voice broke, breathless and cracked, your eyes rolling halfway before he grabbed your jaw and forced them back to his.

“nah, nah. look at me.” his hips snapped forward, your ass rippling from the impact.

“wanna see those eyes when you cum f’me.”

you were already messy, his first load still sitting deep inside you from earlier—every time he pulled back, you felt the warm slickness slide out, coating him, the sheets, the insides of your thighs.

his dick was drenched, gleaming as he drove back in with a wet, sloppy sound.

“f-fuuck—feel that? all that cum from earlier still in ya,” he grunted, pushing harder, grinding his hips into you so your clit dragged against the thick base of him. “‘m bout to give you more, mama.”

your head fell back, voice pitching high, words falling apart into little sobs.

“mmph!—‘m—o-oh sh-shit, toji—‘m cumming! ‘m cumming!”

“yeaah?” he moaned, almost high-pitched and pleased, watching your eyes go wide and glassy as your body seized around him.

the flutter of your walls milked him in long, tight squeezes, your thighs trembling and your leg shaking in his grip.

his girthy dick dragged against every spasm, veins catching and rubbing your sweetest and sappiest spots, making you cry harder.

“thaat’s it,” he rasped, eyes locked on yours. “there she go—make it messy. fuck… that’s my girl.”

you felt it drip—the mix of your slick and the creampie from earlier spilling between you in thick, creamy strings. it coated his length, splashed his lower stomach when he slammed in again, making a filthy squelch each time.

but he didn’t stop.

even when your voice broke into little ah-ah-ahs! even when your mind went haywire, he kept you pinned open and fucked you through it.

“c’mon, mama—givin’ me those eyes like you want me to ruin you,” he panted, his thrusts slower now but heavier, grinding against the spot that made you twitch.

“you want it? wan’ me t’fill you again?”

“y-yes—yesyesyes, please—please, toji—i-i need it—” you babbled, tears slipping from the corners of your eyes.

he groaned, deep in his chest, and pressed down on that bulge in your stomach. “mmph—so fuckin’ pretty f’me. j-just ‘cause you asked so nicely—sh-shit, ‘m gonna give you every last drop, mama.”

and when he came, it hit you like a wave.

his hips jerked hard, dick throbbing deep, flooding you with heat so thick you could feel it coating your insides. heavy, hot ropes spilling into you, filling you to the brim until it leaked out around him in sticky streams.

“hah—fuckkk,” he moaned into your neck, grinding to keep it all in you. “‘m all in your guts, ma. not wastin’ a single drop.”

the mess was obscene—your thighs slick, the sheets ruined, his cock still wet and dripping when he finally pulled back just enough to watch it ooze out. thick, white, warm between your swollen folds, smearing when he pushed back in for another slow, lazy thrust.

and still, he looked up enough to see your eyes, drunk on the way they looked now; glassy, wet, heavy-lidded, the lashes trembling with every aftershock.

“marry you twice if i could,” he muttered, kissing your ankle where the ‘T’ swayed.

“fuckin’ love these eyes, mama.”

let toji tell me he loves my eyes & we’ll show shibuya a real incident… ✌🏽 also 2 posts in 1 day meaning y’all will never hear from the blaccent queen again

[asympto]

Punishing officer!nanami with his handcuffs!⋆🐾°ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ-

“Mph—m’sorry baby. I won’ do it again, I promise.”

You slid a finger beneath his freshly shaven chin, parting the plush swell of his lips stamped with wine red lipstick. “Sorry for what?”

“I’m sorry for rippin’ your dress baby, forgive me.” Another lazy roll over his aching cock just barely smooching your cervix. First date night after weeks with Nanami off duty and he rips the zipper of your fucking newly-purchased dress while trying to undress you. He was unable to last even as much as a car drive without basking in the warmth of your soaked cunt.

Nanami tilted his head back helplessly. The rattle of metal handcuffs and collision against the cushion of his desk chair. The first few buttons of his navy blue uniform popped open, his meaty pectorals faintly glistening with a thin sheen of sweat. His citrine-colored dotted tie wrapped around his eyes, emancipating the torture by leaving him unable to see your walls convulse and tighten around his dick like a vice.

“Baby, c’mon. Lemme see you. I want to see you ride me, baby.” He pleaded in hopes of being freed from his restrictions . His cheeks tinted a pigmented venetian red with the mere feel of you milking out was left of the flushed length in punishment. His hands fisted within the confines of his handcuffs locked behind the chair.

Your eyes rove along the thick muscle straining against the restrictive fabric of his uniform sleeves. “And why do you think I should let you loose, officer?”

A cocky smirk curled at the corner of his lip. “So I could rip those panties next and show you a real apology.”

[saintsole]

gege when i catch you gege

art by: silentsnow777 on ig!

[elliekirstein]

JJK SMAU - how different jjk men react to you saying you want to kys (jokingly)

⋆˚꩜｡ includes: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Sukuna, Choso

DISCLAIMER! this smau contains a mention of suicide in a sarcastic light way, but if you struggle with the topic of suicide and find reading about it uncomfortable, I suggest you to skip this one, even tho its 100% fluff it is not my intention to hurt anyone.

| incase its hard to understand sukuna's part:

"good morning miss its uraume writing on behalf of lord sukuna who would like to tell you [...]"

"woman its me now come home and fix that bloody netflix"

"woman my nails are very long"

"miss its uraume again my lord has once again told me to write this on his behalf and he wants you to know that paramedics are already on their way to your workplace. lord is also weirdly hyperventilating but im not the one who told you that."

^ honestly im so mad that on the mobile ver you can add only 10 pics, this post not only looks shitty but lacks most of the messages i wanted to include and i had to delete the toji and shoko versions🥀 im also kinda sad that this post prolly wont reach a bigger audience cuz i find it sooo funny and im proud at how i conveyed each character (especially sukuna LMAO)

reblog or leave a comment pretty please if you want me to make more smaus i have so many ideas (no smut in the near future i dont feel very confident and comfortable with them)