#nanami x reader

[kousweet]

Can anyone pls recommend me some Nanami fic!! (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠) like suggest me some authors/writer who mostly wrte for Nanami (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠) tyy!!

[voxslut3434]

messages with tutor!nanami

[oncam]

nanami kento and his “secretary”

cw : piss — bladder control, dom/sub dynamics, degradation, public play. based on this request <3

The air in the room feels suffocatingly hot, leading you to question if the air conditioning that is constantly on has malfunctioned. You're staring blankly up at the vent on the ceiling, as if you'll be able to see if air is flowing from it or not. The conversation around you has faded into background noise despite your responsibility to pay attention.

This meeting has been dragging on for an unnecessarily long time, you swear the clock is ticking more slowly than normal. 

"Are you getting this?" Nanami's looking at you with a stern expression. So well practiced. Not a single twitch of his lips or flit of his eyes could give away the fact that there's an entire silent conversation happening between you two. 

You can feel the sweat starting to bead across your upper lip as you cross one leg over the other. A glass of water sits untouched on the corner of your desk, taunting you. Your mouth is so fucking dry and the constant swallowing and licking your lips is doing nothing to help, but you can't risk taking another sip. 

"Yes—" you clear your throat, "yes sir. I am." 

Nanami nods once before looking away, returning his attention to his colleagues so he can continue his presentation.

He made you drink all that water this morning, acting all coy and refusing to disclose what his plans were for you later. And now you're stuck in this conference room full of men who have no idea of the pain you're in.

You had to pee before the meeting even started and it's been going on about an hour now, the ache in your bladder getting stronger by the minute. You've been begging your boss through furrowed brows and silent mouthings of his favorite word, but even 'please' won't save you today.

It makes you wonder if you did something to upset him, though nothing suggested he was in a bad mood. But really, Nanami is just like this.

It was communicated in your interview, the kinds of things he'd put you through as his new ‘secretary’. You thought you could handle him but this is new territory.

The notes you tried to take are smudged, the ink blurred from your damp hands passing over the paper. 

"Sir?" Your voice wavers as your stomach cramps. You have to tense every muscle in your body to keep yourself from having an accident right here in your seat. 

Silence ensues for a moment as Nanami pauses in the middle of his sentence to stare at you. The sight alone makes his cock throb. You look like you're unraveling. 

Your skin is glossy and your eyes look wild, your leg won't stop bouncing under the desk. He can even see the way your chest is heaving in that blouse you chose—such a pretty one too, it's unfortunate that it's become wrinkled and wet from your nervous sweats.

"What is it?" 

"May I be excused for a moment?" The sentence comes out broken and strained from the effort it's taking you to control your bladder.

"No, we're almost done here. Then you'll be free to go." 

Dickhead.

And of course it's a lie. Fifteen minutes later and the meeting doesn't even seem to be close to wrapping up, all the men laughing and talking amongst themselves, straying far from the original topic. Though you can't pay them any attention because you've now got your head in your hands, breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth.

You're not going to make it.

You look through your fingers and meet Nanami's piercing gaze. The intensity makes your stomach swirl and when his focus trails down to where your legs are clamped together, your situation no longer feels so bad—he makes you feel better.

You know he’s lingering, watching you closely because he's waiting.

You're relaxing under his eye before you even realize it. And then there's a distinct warmth that's spreading, starting at the apex of your thighs and trickling down. It's seeping into your clothes and onto the seat beneath you, but you can't even be bothered to care about the uncomfortable wetness when the relief feels so fucking good.

A quiet sigh slips past your lips as your eyelids flutter, and Nanami is now fully hard inside his slacks. Part of him wasn't sure if you'd actually do it—piss yourself here in the office, surrounded by your boss and coworkers. 

And they don't even have a clue. Though some seem confused when you don't stand to shake their hands when the meeting concludes, they simply shrug your behavior off when you start aimlessly organizing your desk.

"You surprised me today," Nanami muses, shutting the door behind the last of his attendees. He palms at his crotch, adjusting himself as he stalks over to you. "Let me see you." 

You slide back in your chair, turning to face him before gingerly spreading your legs apart. The grey fabric of your skirt is darkened with urine and although your tights are black you can feel how they're clinging to your skin.

Nanami clicks his tongue at you, shaking his head lightly. "Look at you… you made a mess of yourself, huh?" 

"I know, I—I'm sorry, sir." 

He leans over you with a hand on an arm of your chair, caging you in as he slips his other hand between your thighs. Prodding at you, Nanami feels the wetness of your ruined clothes beneath his fingertips, the corners of his lips quirking up before he pulls them back down. 

You're squirming in your seat, avoiding his gaze as he cups your sex. His hand is warm against you, the feeling of his touch lighting a spark low in your belly which causes you to lift your hips slightly, grinding against his palm.

"You did well today." Nanami huddles in closer to you, his lips brushing against the curve of your ear and sending a shiver down your spine. His hand presses harder, rubbing up and down your clothed pussy. "Even though you're completely soiled… how disgusting." 

Your breath hitches each time he slides over your clit, applying even more pressure when he notices how sensitive you already are for him. "You’re disgusting, aren't you?" 

Leaning your head to the side, you give him more access to your neck and goosebumps pepper your skin when Nanami runs his tongue along the column of it.

"I am," you breathe, the words sounding more like a soft whine. "I'm disgusting I know. I'm so sorry, sir." 

You feel him smile against you, but then he's pulling away. "Filthy bitch," he spits, his tone harsh before softening. "You're going to make it up to me, right?" 

Nanami retracts his hand and you whimper at the loss. Lifting the limb to his nose, he inhales deeply, taking in the scent of your arousal and piss. You're watching expectantly for a reaction, curious as to what he'll think but he doesn't let on much. Instead, he brings his fingers to your lips and forces them into your mouth.

The bitter taste lands on your tongue as you swirl it around his digits, earning a low groan from your boss before he pushes them further. You gag around him when his knuckles hit your teeth.

Tugging down on your jaw, he makes you to nod for him. "Yeah… of course you will, my good girl." 

[devilish-cherry]

hi !! i saw that ur doing jjk matchups and they look really good, is it okay if you do one for me? thank you so much 🔥

wait im so so sorry this is long as hell feel free to not respond if you dont want to oh my gosh 😭😭

personality: i dont think my behaviour really matches my thoughts or innate beliefs and feelings. i'm a social person, or at least someone who enjoys interacting with friends and people im familiar with, though i find it difficult to get to that sort of relationship because of difficulties with speech (which has gotten better over time thank god) and how nervous i am in general. im a very anxious person which i dont think is obvious but people keep pointing it out so like . maybe it is obvious. in most casual interactions how i feel tends to show up on my expression (i keep getting told to fix my face 💔) but i get better at regualting myself based on how serious a conversation is or what the people i'm talking to need. i think im good at interacting with my friends and coworkers and peers because i try to stay lighthearted and will adapt my behaviours based on the people around me because it makes them feel more comfortable but i still manage to weird people out sometimes. i can be direct with people but when it comes to feelings and stuff it's hard because like ... what do i even do i don't want to make people like really upset or uncomfortable

apparently im funny but im not good at telling jokes or whatever i just say shit and people start laughing

my personality changes a bit depending on my energy levels, which depends on whether or not i've taken my adhd meds or not 😭 when i have energy i tend to have a lot of it and am much louder and hyperactive- i spend a lot of time walking around or bothering people. it's very insufferable. when i have less energy im much more reserved and will stick to myself.

hobbies/interests: i actually like everything unfortunately so u gotta sit down and buckle up for this one

in my spare time i tend to bake and cook and draw a lot. i would paint more but the only medium that is accessible to me is watercolour and i prefer gouache and oil paints 😓 occasionally my friends will get a 600 cookie jumpscare when i accidentally bake too much. i also write a bit- mostly a mix of fanfiction, essays on media/film for school, and some journalling since im scared i'll mess up other forms of writing (which is counterintuitive because you can only get better by practicing but whatttever). i read sometimes, but im yet to find a book or genre that i really like. i used to aquascape but im a bit too broke for that nowadays. i've also done taekwondo for like nine years- i really like poomsae, and i wish i liked sparring more but unfortunately my sparring partners are very good at what they do ... also know how to handle some weapons (bo staff mostly) and do some groundwork and mma and boxing. oh yeah i play violin but i don't like playing by myself so i bounced around a bunch of orchestras and quartets before quitting. there's a bunch of other stuff i want to get into when i have the time, like jewellrymaking and diving and figure skating and ikebana and tea brewing but i have to do that when im less busy and have more money because i actually have no time nowadays 😭

IM NOT DONE YET. in terms of interests i really like marine science and biology and hope to work in expeditions like the ones done with E/V nautilus and research/discover species. i also like learning about politics, history, theology and philosophy though i dont really know where to start. kind of just asking all of the hummanities majors i know a bunch of questions. a lot of my interests overlap with my hobbies.

likes/dislikes:

likes: shades of blue and green, fish, wet and earthy scents, seals, nudibranch species group, jellyfish, bo staff, poomsae, melon soda, long walks, good food, sunny weather, gachiakuta, sade (music), pinkpanthress (music), nabeel (music), tokyo shoegazer (music), karin hosono (artist) yoshimoto nara (artist)

dislikes: loud and repetitive noises, people who are annoying and arrogant and have no self awareness (one or two is forgivable but i have NIGHT TERRORS of people who bend all three elements omds), dog/cat haters, dry conversations and responses, if you dont like my dogs ill turn you into a pile of ash, burping (PLEASE STOP)

mbti: intp-t

green/red flags:

green: i will do as much as i can to help others, im usually honest with people (ill give you a better outfit idea if i think ur fit is kinda bad and i don't like to lie to people because it's not fair on them), im open minded and will try most things at least once, im good with kids and animals, physically affectionate, ill listen to peoples yapping and ranting, im good at understanding what people need, i want people to DO WELL and LOVE THEMSELVES, i care a lot, i will make us matching things, i WILL cook for you, always down to hang out, loyal

red: unless i have a moral/ideological clash with it i am VERY suceptible to just doing whatever people ask me to do, i can be stand offish and argumentative or i avoid confrontation completely (terrible juxtaposition i know), i can take anywhere from 3 seconds to 3 months to reply to a text, i get overstimulated relatively easily, im prone to snaping at people when i get tired and they keep on bothering me, i need people's approval constantly, im extremely lonely despite having a lot of friends, i tend to cut people off because i get very anxious when things are too good or i get scared that i'll start disliking them, i don't really know how to say know when it matters, im very anxious and resentful and i dont know what to do about it, i probably have one of those overachiever complexes or something, i cant order by myself and just whisper the burger i want to my friend so they talk to the cashier because im a WASHED CHUD, i've never had the oppurtunity to really settle down into any relationship in my life and feel comfortable around others and im scared i dont know how to love, i have ALL of the ugly undesirable side effects of autism and depression and adhd and anxiety and ocd, i need someone to hold my hand and walk me through living omg IM SO BAD AT THIS

oughhhh look at that red to green ratio im so tough (i stink like shit and have negative aura)

ideal relationship: i would like to be in a relationship where i am cared for just as much as i care for them, and where we both want to understand and look after each other. i would also like to be with someone who is affectionate because cmon i can't be the only one. i think i would need a lot of reassurance and direct, effective communication in a relationship. it would also be good if we could hang out often. like study dates and going out to eat and staying home and going on hikes and to aquariums THAT WOULD BE SO FUN. i think that someone who doesnt mind how my energy levels fluctuate would be great otherwise they would be sick of me after like 2 weeks 💔 not realistic but i would really like to be with someone who i can comfortably rely on and stop being so guarded around and gets me out of my shell. i also like being with people who i have interests and hobbies in common with because yes lets nerd out or whatever its called but i also like teaching people so it doesnt matter actually

random fun facts: if nobody got me zanka nijiku from gachiakuta got me ‼️ one of my friends said that if i was a dog, i'd be a border collie. i dont know what this means about me but i think she's right

ok thank you so much for reading im really sorry this is quite a lot but yeah. take care of urself and have a wonderful day !!

i definitely think you're a nanami person, you'd bring out such a lovely side of each other!!

you said you want someone who cares for you just as much as you care for them, that you need direct communication and reassurance, that you want to eventually stop feeling so guarded around somebody... that is nanami's strongest quality in a relationship! he is so unbelievably dependable that after a while your brain would just stop waiting for him to disappear lol he'd text when he said he would, he'd show up when he said he would, he'd remember the tiny things you mentioned two weeks ago because if you told him something, clearly it mattered!

you also said you're terrified you don't really know how to love because you've never had the chance to settle into a relationship before and that made me want to hand you directly to nanami. he would never make you feel like you're falling behind some invisible relationship timeline! he wouldn't expect you to immediately know how to communicate perfectly and he'd figure it out with you!

the cooking thing is adorable too because nanami strikes me as someone who'd appreciate homemade food more than almost anyone. you accidentally bake six hundred cookies? congratulations. half of jujutsu high is eating your baking because nanami quietly took boxes to work. he'd be incredibly proud of you in that very understated nanami way!

and i HAVE to mention your marine biology obsession because i think this is where your personalities fit together so well. nanami is patient with people explaining things they're passionate about. you'd be pointing excitedly at jellyfish in an aquarium, bouncing between facts about seals, fish, deep sea expeditions and some incredibly obscure nudibranch species. he'd just stand there beside you listening. then six months later you'd mention one of those species again and he'd casually remember the exact fact you told him. 🥹

i also loved that you said you'll make matching things for people because i think nanami would secretly adore that. if you made him literally anything (a keychain, a bracelet, a little charm for his bag) he'd use it every single day!

your honesty is another huge reason i landed on him. nanami appreciates people who tell the truth even when it's uncomfortable. if his tie looked bad, he'd WANT you to tell him. if you thought his idea wasn't the best one, he'd rather hear that than be lied to. you both seem like people who value sincerity over empty reassurance and i think that would make communication between you very healthy!!

and your ideal dates literally sound like they were written for him 😭 study dates? absolutely. trying new restaurants? his favorite activity. long walks? yes. aquariums?? he'd be completely content spending three hours there while you excitedly narrated everything you knew. hikes followed by good food afterward? that's practically retirement nanami's dream life.

also one thing i noticed is how often you downplay yourself. every few paragraphs you'd say something really lovely about yourself and then immediately follow it with "but i'm insufferable" or "i stink like shit and have negative aura" 😭 and i think nanami would put a stop to that over time by correcting the narrative every single time you try to tear yourself down!!

overall i think this works because you'd bring warmth, curiosity and so much life into his routine, while he'd become the first person who makes love feel predictable – in the best possible way! 🖤

[voxslut3434]

tutor!nanami who is strict with you.

"and what's the answer to this one?" he says. you were at the library together, working through your algebra homework. he had one arm leaning on the table, pointing to your half-filled sheet with a pen.

"ten."

"good. and this?"

"um, f-four?"

nanami sighs, shaking his head. he pushes his glasses up on his nose before looking at you again.

"you know that's wrong. try it again." he gives you his pen, leaning back with his arms crossed as you bite your nails. you know how to do this, there's just one teeeeeny step you forgot. you try to redo the question, but nanami quickly sighs again and takes the pen off you.

"you have to divide by the one point five, and then you can eradicate this number." his hazel eyes drag over to yours, completely serious. "stop being silly. this is simple."

"s-sorry."

"don't apologise. just do better."

the rest of the night continues like that. you get a few questions right, nanami stops you and guides you when you're wrong. he's no where near as 'fun' or 'exciting' as gojo, instead making you feel like you've disappointed him when your answers are incorrect. you don't know why you feel the need to impress him, maybe its the way he gives a small smile when you get a hard question, or how he seems to relax when he doesn't need to correct for a while.

either way, he seems willing, and god knows you need it.

[sacratiti]

making nanami a father... in tomodachi life

for the first time in his measly 28 years, nanami kento is jealous— of a video game.

subjected to the constant tap tap tapping of your switch daily, he's beginning to regret buying it for you.

settling into the couch after a long day, he peers over your curled form to a painful sight. high saturated graphics blind him with the force of a thousand suns.

shielding his face from your addiction screen, he asks "what are you doing?"

"playing my game," you mutter, eyes still glued to the screen. a stupid grin is plastered across your face. brightness on high, hand at 90 degree angles with shrimp posture, there's no way your current position can be good for your health. another reason for nanami to take this thing away from you.

"why are you smiling so much?" if you weren't so focused on your game, you may have taken offense to his sassy question. "i put you in the game."

"what?"

nanami is only vaguely aware of what tomodachi life even is. he wouldn't call it a game, rather 'a dangerous drug' or 'girlfriend-thief,' much to your dismay.

"it's both of us! we look so cute, don't we?" he nods, but only for your sake. his hazel eyes strain while trying to make sense of the pixels in front of him.

all he sees is a 40-something year old looking man with a hard, blonde, digitized wig, a direct contrast to your very cute (but unrealistic) chibi form.

"why do i have eye bags? and why do i have a cigarette in my mouth?" he asks in utter confusion.

you go back to the screen just as fast as you shoved it in his face. the game has hypnotized you again, all outside noise falling off on deaf ears.

"who are those two?" his eyes clock two noticeably smaller figures off to the side.

you scoff immediately. "they have names, kento." half of the pair has brown skin and bright, almost offensively piss yellow hair, the other light skinned with huge curls and edges.

you watch in delight as a light visibly goes off behind his eyes. "are those—"

"our kids!" his face drops. "this one's nana and this one's kenken," you say, babbling on.

"we can have kids, in real life, as i'm sure you're aware," he murmurs. his hardened face shifts into a scowl, trying (and failing) to hide his irritation. for the first time in hours, your eyes fully leave the screen. "kento!"

"they'd be much cuter than whatever's in that game." he ignores the sound of the switch— that he paid for— clattering to the ground. "but how could you say that, ken?! they're our kids!"

"well tell 'our' kids i don't want them."

gasping, scoffing, you do it all. who would've thought nanami kento— the sorcerer, picture perfect husband and malewife —would abandon your tomodachi life children?

"talk to me when your ready to have a real family."

masterlist | @orangethecarrotcoloredpaperred

a/n: smut ver coming soon i hope

based off this request. sorry it took so long 😔

[fruitsicake]

nanami-about you i surrender-kento! pregnant x reader ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

the home your husband had built for you was quiet, with the smell of the coffee nanami had made and let go cold beside the couch because he’d forgotten it the moment you’d fallen asleep against his shoulder.

you were eight months along, and somewhere in the last few weeks kento had become someone who could sit motionless for an hour just to avoid waking you. (he is very strict when it comes to you getting your beauty sleep)

he looked down. your head had slipped from his shoulder to his lap at some point, and your shirt had ridden up over the round swell of your belly, bared to the lamplight. he watched it rise and fall with your breathing. sometimes, if he was patient, he’d catch a small ripple beneath your skin, an elbow, a heel, something of the two of you deciding to stretch.

he’d never tell you this, because it embarrassed him even in the privacy of his own head, but he thought your belly was the most beautiful thing he had ever been allowed to touch. if he had to tell you, he would describe it as something beautiful the way something sacred was, quiet, warm, entrusted to him.

his eyes drifted to the little tin on the side table, -you’d bought it weeks ago on a whim- belly paint, safe for skin, safe for baby, made for exactly this kind of nonsense, joking that he should paint you a masterpiece sometime. he’d laughed then, politely declined with

“i’m not an artist, love”

he looked at the tin. then at you, deep asleep, utterly trusting, utterly unaware.

now, nanami didn’t usually act on impulse. but some things, he’d learned, were worth the exception.

he worked slowly, barely breathing, the brush light as a whisper against your skin so it wouldn’t wake you. he started with indigo along the top curve, blending down into something softer, dusk-colored, and then he let himself get carried away. small strokes of gold for stars, a pale crescent moon just above your navel, a few careless swipes that might have have been clouds if you were generous about it. it wasn’t perfect. his lines wavered where his hand wasn’t used to this kind of work. but he kept going, painting an entire sky across the place where his child was sleeping, because some part of him wanted them to have one before they’d even see the real thing.

he was cleaning gold paint from his thumb when you stirred.

“… kento?” your voice was rough with sleep. you blinked down at yourself, and went still.

a whole night sky looked back up at you. stars scattered like he’d flicked them there by hand. a moon slightly off center, slightly imperfect, painted by a man who had never once called himself an artist.

“you painted the sky on me” you said, with a smile and a laugh stuck on your throat. maybe even a lil cry

“I did.” he didn’t look sorry at all. he set the brush down and rested his hand, bare and careful, over the curve of your stomach, right beside the little painted moon.

“why the sky?”

he was quiet for a moment, thumb tracing slow along your skin, and when he answered, his voice sounded so honest and soft. which you were used to cause duh, you’re his wife the only person he needs in every lifetime, but this time it just felt a littlee more softer.

“because i’ve spent my whole life looking up at it and thinking it was the most beautiful thing i’d ever see” he said. “and then i met you. and now our child is going to grow up looking at you the same way i do. as if you were the whole sky, and everything worth wishing on is already living inside you.”

you didn’t trust your voice enough for it to not break if you decided to say something right away.

he leaned down, pressed a kiss to the crescent moon over your navel. nowhere else in the world where he needed to be.

“i just wanted them to have their own sky before they got here,” he murmured against your skin. “something to sleep under”

outside, the real sky had gone fully dark, stars finally out. but you didn’t look at it. you looked at him instead. at the quiet man who carefully spent an hour painting galaxies onto your skin just so a child who hasn’t even arrived yet, would never have to wonder if they were wanted.

“i love you” you whispered. “so so so much it terrifies me”

nanami smiled, resting his forehead against yours. “good.” he said “terrify me back for the rest of our lives” ₊˚⊹♡₊

≽^•⩊•^≼: while listening to that song i couldn’t stop thinking nanami would dedicate that song to his wife omfg

[its-luna-noel]

i’m really thinking about nanami tonight

like a man who is so steady and reliable and downright unshakeable, until you’re drunk off one too many bellinis at dinner and he’s guiding you inside your home, his hands gentle as he nudges you across the threshold while you, adorably, make it your drunken mission to make every movement much harder than it needs to be

and your arms are wrapped around his neck and you’re giggling as you kiss his jaw, and he just guides you backwards into the living room, the only light from the moon outside your window

he’s the responsible, dependable one

until your lips finally dip lower down his neck

as soon as your breath hits over his pulse point, his sturdy frame shudders and buckles. a flush creeps up his cheeks, and you can feel his skin growing warm as you just giggle again and start kissing your way lower

bringing a man like him to his knees with just a few hickies never fails to make you feel powerful