#nanami thirst

[callhercarlisle]

nanami + higuruma being roommates who fuck because it's just easier that way, mdni 18+ only please

my mind is plagued with thoughts of nanami and higuruma (though when is not? lord forsake me, I beg). they are workaholic roommates who've been doing this same routine for long enough that it's so comfortable now. work, eat, sleep, rinse, and repeat. relationships are too messy, sex isn't that good with the women who climb them like trees, nothing feels more rewarding than finally finishing the spreadsheet for next quarter's projected income rates or finally filing the motion to have a new prosecutor put on the case for a conflict of interest. they're married to their work and that'll never change. women meet them and think they can change them, fix them, domesticate them. but they eventually realize they can't and they give up. it's just the two of them coming home to each other every night, and honestly? they like it that way. so...sure...it starts out as a loneliness thing. they just need to get off, it's only healthy, right? and friends help each other out! it's not weird when higuruma unbuckles nanami's slacks after a long day and wraps his mouth around nanami's cock until he's gripping black hair and throwing his head back, vein in his neck straining, murmuring a soft "f-fuck," as he comes down higuruma's throat. totally not weird, very normal. and it's so ordinary when hiromi wakes up at 3am to nanami sliding his cock in his ass because it's just been such a long day and poor nanami's dick is red and leaky and his helpful roommate's just right there to help...rutting against his ass, laying all his thick body weight on top of him. hiromi's not quite awake, but not sleeping either, can't control the deep groans that keep escaping him as nanami abuses that poor little spot inside him over and over and over til there's some tears in his eyes that are rolling back against his skull and he's falling right back to sleep as he cums. nanami continuing to use him til his balls are practically empty ://// and don't worry, nanami'll repay the favor when he wakes up a couple mornings later and steps inside the shower where hiromi's jerking his dick but it's just not working for him. nanami pushes his hand out of the way and does the job for him, he always comes so fast when nanami does it, just easier that way, helpless hips pressing and humping into nanami's hand, til he's shooting ropes on his chest and panting all heavy. they've tried the girlfriend thing, but it just doesn't work out for them. why fuck some chick who wants you to put a ring on it when they could just fuck each other for much less hassle? these guys are all about efficiency, anyways, so it just makes sense.

[7brownsuga7]

Thinking about how perfect life would be if Nanami was your husband. Treated like a lady in public whilst he fucked you like slut in private. He radiated every bit of respect and class. You would never have to ask for anything. Perfume? Yours. Designer bags? A given. Back shots while he bends you over his desk? Out of the question. His tie stuffed in your mouth, silencing your moans as you mumble in pleasure. His deep voice calling you his “good girl” makes your pussy clench, unraveling under his touch. Yes, he’s a gentleman for sure, but behind closed doors is where you see the darker unrestrained side of him that he only reserves for you.

Every moment with him is intoxicating. The difference between the reserved man in public and the passionate one in private is enough to make your head spin. You love your weekends together; a dream felt routine where grocery shopping turns into stolen moments, his hand brushing your lower back, his lips grazing your ear with promises of what's to come. And when you get home? The groceries aren't the only thing getting ate. His hands explore, his lips worship, and he reminds you just how much he cherishes you.

[jellicatty]

⭑.ᐟ E-SEX WITH YOUR ONLINE LOSER BOYFRIEND! NANAMI

Your online loser boyfriend Nanami that almost choked on his sixth ramen noodles of the day when you first suggested the idea of online sex. Because, how the hell did you guys go from playing genshin together to late night discord calls to sexting?

Nanami's shocked with how things came to be. But honestly, he's been wanting to see what lies further your promiscuous profile picture.

Even though separated by a screen, Nanami gives in easily. When you first got to do it with him, he was blushing madly and constantly apologized for the choppy signal. Plus, this grown loser was DROOLING when you gave him a small peek of your boobs.

However, as time goes by, this emo discord moderator starts to get confident. He's now fully showing his erect cock on screen, silently proud at his size when he elicited a cute little gasp from you.

Nanami can't admit he's addicted, but god damn does he now want to have e-sex everyday. looseeeerrrr ｡ﾟ(TヮT)ﾟ｡

[obsesssedblerd]

thinking about gojo asking nanami, "hey, how was your trip?" and nanami just softly smiles as he has flashbacks of fucking you, his beautiful wife, on every surface of the lovely hotel you stayed in while visiting malaysia together. then he'll just nod and say it was a much-needed trip. he definitely thinks he got you pregnant.

[hoshigray]

MAPPA gave Nanami such beautiful hands that they never fail to make you feel things.

a/n: Bye, the trailer JUST came out, and I can't get over how good they made Nanami, so I'm writing out this to put myself together. @satoruhour pushed me on to write this so ty swee-T-pie, love u sm 💓 this is just like when they released that hidden inventory trailer and i drooled over Toji's hands help 💀 so yeah this is just me writing a short smthn for kento's hands, sorry not sorry. also tysm for 1.9k!!!

cw: Nanami x fem/afab! reader - first soft then smutty, so minors DNI - h@nd h0lding - soft dom! Nanami bc yes - fingering (f! receiving) - hand kink (ig?) - fingers in reader's mouth - pet names (angel, love, sweet girl) - praise - clitoral play - you and Nanami in a cute domestic relationship ♡

wc: 950

You love Kento Nanami's hands. It's no secret to yourself because it's the truth. But you can't blame yourself; you can't help it! There are so many moments with him where you can't help but admire the man's big hands, and honestly, it's embarrassing at this point. It's a guilty pleasure that makes you feel such pleasant emotions, makes you want him more and more.

Even before the two of you expressed courtship, there were days when you'd encounter and have idle chitchat with the stoic man, and those were days that were hard to go through when you had such a tremendous crush on the guy. So much so that you'd drift your gaze away from his feline mocha eyes masked by his eyepiece. Instead, you'd look at his hands, admiring how beautiful and big they are. Aside from his face, they were the only thing visible from his dapper suit. Not that you complained, though. The more you saw and talked with Nanami, the more you marveled at his hands in your thoughts.

And when you two finally started dating, things were going slow and steady. Just as the two of you wanted — no rush at all. But a memory you hold dear to your heart was when the two of you walked home in the cold winter. The chilly breeze sent shivers down your spine, and your nose found breathing tricky in the extreme temperature change. Not to mention you forgot your mittens at home. Just my luck...

However, it wasn't all that bad. After all, your boyfriend (it felt a little weird calling him that) offered to walk you to your place, sticking close to your side, which was a rarity back then. Heat finally found its way up to your cold cheeks when Nanami took the initiative to grab ahold of your hand with his, the size difference making it easy to exchange warmth. "Here," he said so nonchalantly it almost felt like a dream. "Don't want the wind to blow you off the sidewalk." It was such an airy gag from the usually silent man, yet you chuckled and held his hand tighter, the cold overlooked throughout the rest of the walk.

Even watching him doing the most ordinary things is a sight. Whether he's washing dishes, making the bed, or cutting vegetables for the next meal he was cooking for you two, your eyes would always find their way to his deft hands. Rugged palms moving swiftly and gracefully, veins that stem from the back trail upwards to his forearm, and thick fingers with scars so faded with time that you'd have to be very close to see them. You're so in love with him — with his hands. They make you feel safe and secure, warm and loved. Specifically in times when you two are close to each other. Whether it's you resting on his chest as he reads a book while rubbing circles on your back or holding hands with you two walking around the vicinity, it couldn't get any better.

...Well, perhaps now as you're lying on the bed with your back to his chest, succumbing to his touch as one hand cups your cheeks while the other burrows inside your panties — his fingers intruding between your folds and playing with your leaky entrance staining the underwear with your come.

"Ooooh, Kentooo..." You moan to his thick digits in your vulva, scraping your spongey walls that result in high wails. He rubs your cheeks and maneuvers your face to the side so he can lay kisses on your neck, and you melt under his lips with a blissful hum.

"Open your legs a bit more for me, angel." His command is hushed to your ears. You follow his instructions and spread your legs further apart, and he rewards you with another finger added to your chasm. Now both the fore and middle digits slide deep into you, and the brush of his thumb on your clit results in sudden wails. "Good, that's my sweet girl."

His fingers graze your insides expertly, having you writhe on him with how good he's making you feel with just his fingers alone. The speed of his digits increases by the second, and you can feel the wave start rising in your body. Your body jolts with every scrape of his fingertips, pornographic whines fly out your mouth, and your face gets hotter and hotter.

"Haaaah!! Mmnnn...Kento, I'm so close. 'S so close, I'm—Mmmph!?" You don't get to finish that sentence when Nanami stuffs his free fingers into your mouth, your tongue immediately coating the two digits with your saliva.

"Go on, come on me, love." His sweet words were what it took for everything to come crashing down, the fingers in your cunt quicken in pace, and his thumb flicking on your clitoris — causing you to grab onto his forearm. Scratching the clothed limb and heavy pants drawing inward, your cunt clamps around on his fingers as your orgasm comes to pull you in for a euphoric release.

And Nanami lets your body experience the shocks on top of him, laying precious kisses on your temple and cheeks. He slowly removes his digits from your satisfied cunt with a whimper from your puffy lips. "Did so well like always, angel." In your daze, you still share a smile and welcome his lips on yours.

Like you said before — Nanami's hands are your guilty pleasure in more ways than one. And it feels so good to know he reciprocates those desires with mutual love. If such a gorgeous and attentive man can have you under him with just his sheer touch, then so be it.

[leafington]

“it’s like you got superpowers, turn my minutes into hours.”

content warning !! - blackfem!reader, specialgrade!reader (yes ik its not lore accurate, stfu), power kink ig, not proofread, lowkirk a drabble but idc, suggestiveness

a/n - this was originally supposed to be kkkiss of life theme then the birthday live incident happened.

everytime nanami’s paired up with you, he winds up having to change his pants at the end of the day. not for a perverted reason, never that, he’s a man with morals, dignity, and a reputation to uphold regardless of his behavior. but because you’re so strong. not just mentally, but physically too, if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought it was a way of showing off!

the very first time he was paired with you, years ago, you’d both been assigned to head out to an old country village, one long abandoned, to rid of the lingering curses that only got stronger as time went on. you’d claimed that there was no point in sending him with you, all things considered. yaga argued back that, while yes, you were fully capable of handling not one, not two, but four special grade cursed spirits on your own, you were previously mentioned in a meeting by the higher-ups in which they were angry for the obvious reasons.

the refusal of letting a woman prosper.

he’ll never forget the dirty look you gave him, presumably over the fact that he was a man, but you’d heard good things about him, you couldn’t have been too upset.

on the mission, you cleared out the spirits without so much as breaking a sweat. he’d tried to warn you on overexhausting yourself, steering clear of obvious obstacles, and the like, but you’d shut him up quickly before getting straight to work. you worked without a cursed object, though not rare, it wasn’t common either. it wasn’t often nanami got to watch his colleagues at work, so to watch you deliver fatal, accurate, percise blows with swiftness and elegance of a swan?

“are you hard…?” you panted, eyeing him up and down from your staggering tired standing position.

and, that, he most certainly was.

many shameful hard-ons, desperate apologies, a clumsy confession, and a wedding ring later, he still has the same reaction, even in your personal life after long leaving the jujutsu world.

you were invited to a team dinner for work, nothing special, just a gathering to build chemistry amongst the workers in an attempt to ease whatever awkward tension there was between the new recruits who couldn’t get up to speed and the individuals who’d been working there for years. you begged nanami to tag along with you, pleading that everyone you knew was bringing their partners and husband, and you didn’t wanna seem like the odd one out just because yours was a hermit.

“pretty please, kenny? it won’t be long, we can leave after entrees.” you pout, and a reluctant sigh escapes him because there was no way for him to say ‘no’ to you.

you doll yourself up with excitement, a nice cream dress dancing down your body, makeup patted down with professionalism, and just for fun, nanami’s initial on your ankle in a blinding gold. nanami on the other hand just wore a basic suit and slacks, a spritz of valentino on his neck, only to please you.

upon arriving at the restaurant, you greeted your colleagues with a smile even nanami hadn’t seen before. the night carried smoothly if you’d ask him.

save for the blatant undressing and eye-fucking of one of your colleagues.

you didn’t catch on at first, you rarely brought nanami up or showed any pictures of him. it wasn’t any of their business. you passed it off as mere curiosity, and nanami was glad you hadn’t, who knows what kind of hell would’ve been let loose.

he did.

next to him, and very sneaky might he add, your coworker gushed. “how did you even find someone like him, n/n? he’s such a good man. really, he doesn’t deserve you.” and she would’ve gotten away with the backhanded comment had she not have cupped and damn near massaged his bicep.

before nanami could even open his mouth, you reached over and gripped her hand, which oddly enough had a ring on it, causing her to hiccup and jump. “why thank you! i’m sure your husband thinks the same thing.” and with an unexpected amount of force, you brush her hand off prior to letting it go, a small, hardly visible, bruise forming on her hand.

it gets quiet on your end of the table, for all the right reasons, before the food is brought up, sparking more conversation in place of the embarrassing silence. after passing around each person’s plate of food, nanami smoothly grabbed your hand, a small, innocent, kiss placed on the back of it and placed it right on his… thigh?

you jumped, only a little, before nanami leaned over in your ear, his breath tickling the shell of it with his deep, husk voice. “we can either fix it now, or later.”

and of course, you chose the former.

©2026 leafington dont steal please!! :)

[ruinfinity]

JJK men and how they eat you out (F!reader)

Characters included: Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji

Gojo Satoru:

Your moans were all that he heard, hands twisting and turning your sore, sensitive nipples as heavy pants breathed right at your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Fuck you love it when I kiss you, make out with your clit, yeah?” Satoru was flirty and dominating, shoving his tongue inside you, kissing your pussy, spreading your pussy-lips and gnawing at your needy clit. “Mine, wanna cum for me sweetheart?” He watches your moans turn into pleas and whimpers. “Beg for me.”

Nanami Kento:

Nanami was a simple man, he simply wanted you spread out like the exquisite buffet you are, hands gripping the fat of your thighs and groaning against your folds. He loved tongue-fucking you into obscurity. How your hands clasped and crumpled the matted bedsheets, how you begged for more. “Please- Nanami, m’ so close.” Nanami isn’t a tease, and does not tolerate teasing as well. Luckily, you did not tease him & would get your reward like a good girl. “Go ahead, cum for me and say thank you.” Nanami leaves your throbbing slit for a moment, smirking and kissing your pelvis as he watched you tip off.

Geto Suguru:

Suguru was busy with two things, thrusting himself against your puckered lips and chasing his own orgasm, all the while shoving his tongue deep inside your quivering pussy. “Mgh~ fuck keep going beautiful.” He praised, nuzzling his nose against your clit. You were choking and gagging onto his thick member, gasping out for more and eager to please him. “Feel- Feels- so good, Suguru,” your whines and sinful moans were like music to him, you swear you could feel him twitch. “Drink it all up, yeah? Don’t waste a single drop sweetheart.” Oh you won’t— neither will he. ;)

Toji Fushiguro:

You were pinned against the wall, legs spread out and folded neatly across Toji’s neck. You noticed the scar on his lip glistening and glossing up with your juices. “Missed you honey.” Toji cooed, kissing your pussy-lips, spreading them apart and spitting onto your cunt, leaning in and shamelessly slurping onto your folds. “Look at the lewd sounds you are making.” Toji smirked, watching you lose yourself on his tongue is a sight to behold after all. “I know you’re close, go on, let me taste my wifey.”

[n-agiz]

KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 12 [ NANAMI KENTO X AGE GAP ] cws age gap + corruption kink (sort of) + (mentions of) oral (f & m) + creampie ! MDNI

getting with someone younger than him was something nanami hadn't expected, but also couldn’t complain about.

there was something about you, a sort of innocence that came with being at a certain stage of your life where you were you still figuring everything out that made you almost endearing, the way you looked at him, how you allowed him to take care of you, making kento almost go mad. he loved how you trusted him, letting him lay you down on his bed and undress you, allowing him to decide the pace, how fast or how slow he wanted to go, even if deep down you were the one calling all the shots, your body language, how you reacted to his touch, being what made him decide what to do.

he would kiss down your body slowly, taking your pieces of clothing one by one until you were completely bare for him, that being when he would kneel down between your legs, licking up your pussy and tasting you, always letting out satisfied hums in the middle of it, getting up again when you had cum on his tongue and your slick was dripping down his chin. only then, when he was sure you were ready, would he fuck you — and you just loved how sure of himself he was, how kento clearly knew what he was doing, and how effortlessly it all seemed to be to him, how he could make you reach an orgasm at almost the snap of his fingers. every thrust, every kiss, every single touch was calculated to make you moan the loudest, scream his name the loudest. it fed into his ego, but you didn’t care, because even with that he still made you feel better than any guy your age ever had, and that was more than enough to keep you hooked, to keep you wanting more of him, never quite satisfied, and you knew the feeling was completely mutual, taking note of how he looked at you, how when he came down your throat after fucking your mouth or how when he filled you up with his seed after fucking you dumb he would look at you with a sort of adoration in his eyes that was impossible to fake, how they would glisten with love and desire before he was leaning down to kiss you one more time.

N-AGIZ '23ㅤ REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED !