#nanami x reader

[kousweet]

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

[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! 🖤

[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

[kentosbby]

Trials & Tribulations 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪

Tutor!Nanami gets your attention.

content: MDNI, teacher × student, mutual masturbation, praise, depraved (and kinda mean) Nanami, p in v, raw dogging. pairing: tutor!nanami × student!reader words: 2.7k

a/n: guys, please be nice this is my first time writing 2 ppl going at it... also last bit isnt proofread sorry !

Tick-tock— the grandfather clock in your parents' vintage home rang out in your head, drowning out every other sound in the background. Seconds went by with every tick, but the hour didn't seem to pass any quicker.

Your back hunched over the white marbled table in front of you in a poor display of attentiveness. Far too uninterested to even bother. It was a Saturday night, and the last thing you wanted was to sit through a two-hour session of physics. What did he expect, asking for extra time on a weekend?

“You could at least pretend to listen,” he sighed.

You groaned out in response. Leaning back against your chair, stretching out your muscles. Your eyes filmed in weariness made their way to those biiiig arms folded on the table. His sleeves rolled up to his elbows, but that didn't help hide the definition you could clearly see. Biceps practically begging for escape and veins so prominent. You tilted your head up as slowly as you could, scanning over the expanse of broad shoulders that stretched out his blue shirt. Finally making contact with a scowl you'd seen far too many times on that perfectly chiselled face.

“You know, I should leave this job for the amount of disrespect you constantly show me.” He huffed out.

“Yet you still don't seem to be leaving,” you replied, meeting Nanami's honey brown eyes. They were captivating, and you swore you could just stare into them forever, but even that went out the window when it came to his lectures on wave-particle duality, “And you know how much I hate physics.” You pouted, only to be acknowledged with a roll of his eyes, but you couldn't help but smile.

After a month of his tutoring, you picked up on how silently sassy the man could be, and it was amusing, to say the least. Honestly, it was kind of hot, his snarky replies and sarcastic scolding. In turn, setting him off, teasing him, and not listening to him became a bit of a habit. You always knew he'd let you off the hook. In the end, you did come back with completed work and good grades, so what was he gonna do?

Who knew that today was the day you'd find out? “That doesn't mean you can do whatever you want in my time. Sit up.” He scolded with no real bite, yet you straightened up anyway.

𓇢𓆸

“Can't we just chill a little?” You fluttered your lashes his way, hoping for a reaction. Getting none as per usual, but that never stopped you. “I'm tired..” You whined, slouching over the table as your arm carelessly grazed against his. The slight touch filled you with delight, carving a mischievous little smile on your face. One that didn’t go unnoticed by him.

You were always like this—disobedient, teasing, touching, and testing his resolve every other session. Just because you were bored? He wondered, looking down at your lazy form with indifference.

Indifference that was an everyday trial. Forcing himself to look away as you let your t-shirt slide down your shoulder, as your skirt hiked up higher and higher, as your top hung dangerously low.

Most of all, when you weren't around.

When it was late night, and he could see your pretty eyes looking up at him, pleading. Late night when he had to convince himself not to let the thoughts stray and allow imagination any creative liberty. No matter how bad it got, the immorality of it always stopped those shaky hands. Despite how much he ached for merely picturing it.

Anger pitted in his stomach from how little control he had around you. Stupid little girl biting off more than she could chew. His eyes stared down, and you could feel his hard gaze, revelling in it.

Your chin kissed the marble table, bangs bunched over closed eyelids, feigning sleep as you waited for his scolding but the chide never came. Instead, you were overcome by a sudden clench in your chest.

He brushed a few strands of hair aside. So gentle, as if anything harsher could break you, yet you still could’ve fallen apart, breath hitching at the sudden gesture.

Strike one.

He’d broken the barrier. The little touch tipped over any sense he had left, crossing the established boundary between a teacher and student. Your hot breath caressed his hand as a soft call of your name left him with a sigh. “How many times have I told you to get enough rest before my class so you don’t have to sit here all exhausted?”

All of your vocabulary must have been exiled from your brain because when you looked up, through scrunched brows, not a single word left your mouth.

“Tell me, sweetheart, is disrespecting me and my time truly so entertaining?” He grumbled. His fingers ran up your scalp, moving through your hair before coming down to raise your chin up.

A shy “no” was all you could manage saying to the older man. Which he mirrored, mockingly, thumb brushing over your lips just barely. It tickled, making your eyes go wide.

Strike two.

“Mr. Nanami–”

He tsked. “Just Nanami. If you're so persistent on being casual, then let's be casual.”

Your eyes followed down to his thumb lingering over your lips. A pause, a chance. To pull away, pretend this never happened. An unsaid protest, begging you to deny him, his depravity riddled with guilt.

Your mind weighed the gravity and situation. All these months of toying with him. Did you know what you were asking for?

He waited, yet you still didn't pull away. Lips parting, you let him guide his thumb into your mouth, pushing against your tongue. His shoulders tensed as he let out a deep sigh.

A faint crease etched between his brows in pleasure as he felt that warmth. Maybe not where he would've preferred, but any of you was enough. Or so he thought before feeling your lips wrap around him.

“Is this what it's like? Having your full attention?” He asked, making you turn up to him. A wet pop sounded out as he pulled away his thumb. Lost in a daze, you watched the man turn, shifting closer.

“My parents–”

“Aren't going to be home anytime soon as you mentioned so eagerly over the phone.” His words knocked the air out of your lungs.

Heavy wood dragged against the marble floor with a reverberating scrape. His hand rested under the seat of your chair, bringing you closer. The newly familiar touch found your shoulder, up to the smooth skin underneath carelessly draped fabric.

Gently, he pushed your soft locks aside, letting him trace over your collarbone. “This what you wanted?” His warm breath ghosted over your neck.

A chill ran up your spine before turning into warmth, fluttering down your chest and pooling in your stomach. “Mhm,” was all you could breathe out.

His lips placed softly against your neck, then deepening into heavier kisses that pulled a gasp from you. As it turned messy, his hand began stalking up your thigh. Fingers hesitant, as if frightened by what he might find.

His hand shook, scared of what he might do when he finally felt you. Felt how plush and wet you were. His hand continued, watching your expressions.

“So pretty like this,” he whispered.

Seeing you, feeling the heat radiating off of you, Nanami had to steady himself. Not let his urges get the better of him. Not spread you open on this table and fuck you like the madman you made him. No, he was a gentleman after all.

Even so, his restraint faltered, "God." He muttered under his breath.

The pad of his thumb dipped into your pussy, feeling the drenched fabric, which earned a rough chuckle.

Pink dusted your cheeks at the sound, embarrassed by how little it took to get you this wet. He barely touched you, yet you could've soaked through your skirt.

His thumb ran over the sticky material, languidly rubbing in circles, “Fuck Mr—” you choked out. Only urging him to increase pressure, finding your clit with ease.

“Just Nanami, sweetheart.” He growled against your neck, his pace almost coming to a stop.

“No- Please,” you pleaded, the words shaky between hurried breaths.

He scoffed, rolling his eyes as he teased you over what he assumed to be cotton. It was all that separated him from you, but you wanted more needed to feel him.

His back straightened as you leaned into him, pulling away.

“Get up.”

“What?” Your heart dropped. Was that it? Some humiliation ritual— Get you wet, then have you clean up, back to physics like nothing happened?

“I don't think I was speaking in code,” he replied, voice stern and controlled.

With whatever shred of dignity you could muster, you stood up to turn towards your room before he stopped you.

“Where are you going?” He raised a brow.

“You said– you asked me to get up?” You huffed out, trying to come off as hostile, but the crack in your voice was a dead giveaway.

“Yes. On the table, sweetheart. I'm not that horrible...” His hand came up to your waist, and it didn't feel so hard to breathe again.

In seconds, he had you hauled against the table, his hands rough against your body, lifting you up like nothing. The sound of books and stationery falling in the background, forgotten as your thighs met the cold marble surface.

"Show me." He demanded, a bulge forming in his beige slacks. His face contorted watching you pull up your skirt. Spreading your legs apart, just how he'd asked. Now you listened?

As soon as he saw it, Nanami shook his head in disapproval. Tutting your inappropriate choice of clothing, pink lace clinging to your mound.

"All of it."

He stood still in his place. His hands curled into fists, knuckles turning white as you peeled it off reluctantly. So unsure— so perfect.

He could tell you were aching for it. As he had so many nights. He wanted only to prolong it. To see how much you could take.

He groaned at the sight. The one he denied himself all these past months. But who could say no to that?

“Spread for me.”

Your ears turned red at the command, feeling exposed enough awaiting some reassurance, though it never came. Still, you listened, fingers parting your dewy folds, looking at him, dragging over your slit forcing a moan. Your middle finger slid right in, and you tried so, so hard to keep your composure which of course he picked up.

The metal click of unbuckling caught you by surprise, following down to the white of boxers visible under his pants.His length strained against the material, pleading for release, but his attention stayed on you. Jaw tightening at the scene of your uncertain fingers circling over your bud all nice and slow. Restrained groans came from his mouth, as he palmed himself through his underwear.

He could no longer keep up the harsh demeanour. Watching you be so obedient and attentive, praises naturally cascaded from his lips as he got on his knees, inching closer. "Oh- that's it, yeah, good girl.” His hot breath on your bare pussy.

Your eyes fluttered shut. Head tilting back and taking in his words, your hand moved at a relentless pace chasing the high they brought on.

"So beautiful, sweetheart- being s' good.” He nodded, placing a kiss to your inner thigh. His hand disappeared under his waistband. The sight made your stomach flip. The much larger, older man propped up on his knees, panting with his cheek against your thigh, touching himself.

He buried his face into your thigh, groaning as he felt thick fluid coat his hand.

It was his turn to be embarrassed now at his pathetic lack of self possession. Fucking his fist and coming in his pants to his student. His favourite student. Though he couldn't shake the guilt, the pleasure overrode it.

“Take your top off.”

“You take it off” You retorted, the confidence you'd lost earlier coming back tenfold after watching the grown ass man get on his knees for you.

Nanami cocked up a brow and scoffed before smiling. Ah, yes, there she is. As he towered over you again, his touch came down soft on you, finding your waist and hooking under your shirt to pull it off. He didn't waste a second, your bra following shortly after, discarded so thoughtlessly.

One hand squeezed your breast, as the other wrapped around your back pulling you closer, his gaze holding yours. His thumb teased your nipple, rubbing and pressing into your bud. He loved how your face faltered because of him. As much as he wanted you, he needed you to feel good.

The older man’s nose trailed down your neck to between your chest. His mouth latched onto a nipple, the feeling hot and almost ticklish on your skin. You squirmed as he bit and teased. “Need to feel you.” You let out.

“You are feeling me.” He replied, suckling on your breast. Still stubborn to cross a certain limit. You whined in response but he wouldn't give in, taking his sweet time to enjoy all of you. Like it was the last time he'd see you.

You pulled yourself closer wrapping your legs around his waist in an attempt to get some friction between your thighs, rutting against his abs. “Jesus, are you that desperate?” He turned his head up to you. “Nanami.” You pleaded with your eyes big.

He knew what you wanted or where you wanted him but he also knew there would be no coming back from it. Nanami sighed, tilting his head to the side as he cupped your cheek. “Are you sure?” He asked, his earlier tone wavering. If he did this he wasn't sure he could see you again, knowing what he'd done to you. You nodded, placing your hand over his to plant a kiss on his palm. He couldn't bear to deny that look.

Your tutor begrudgingly pulled himself free from his boxers, forehead against yours. His cock sprang against your thigh. The size took you by surprise which he noticed. “S’ okay. I'll go slow, okay?” “Mhm.” You wrapped your arms around his neck as he coated himself in your slick. His fat cockhead dragging up and down your entrance.

A pressure built at your opening making you groan in pain. It had been a while since you last indulged yourself and he was definitely more than what you were used to. “Just relax, sweetheart. You're doing so well.” Your nails dug into his back over blue cloth and slowly he pushed in making your eyes squeeze shut.

He was thick, stretching you out like nothing before. Inch by inch till his tip kissed your cervix.

God, he could've come right then. His skin was wet against your forehead, his restraint breaking a sweat but he waited to adjust to his size. Finally as your breath steadied he began to move. Slow but agonising. You could feel every bit of him. Every pulsing vein brushing your walls. A tear slipped past your waterline while he drew further out and thrusted back in.

Sounds of skin slapping and your pussy squelching full of your favourite tutor erupted the room. Light shone in through the French windows behind him. Your hurried breaths mingled, his lips meeting yours to muffle the noisy moans from his faster pace. He fucked your cunt raw till the pressure built deep in your stomach. “Fuck- squeezin me s’ tight.” He heaved. Knowing you were close he maintained his speed. Till the tension snapped.

It elicited a cry right from your core. Walls clamped down, gushing all around him making him rush out his length shooting thick ropes of cum all over your pretty skirt. “Shit– M’ so sorry, sweetheart...” He exclaimed bashfully, unable to look at you. He hardly managed to pull out in time like some reckless pussydrunk teenager. “S’ okay,” you panted, bringing his eyes down to yours with a smile.

That same innocent smile that had gotten him into this.

How could he possibly come back from this now? How would he go back to normal sessions after being inside that perfect warm cunt? Maybe this was the last time he could see you. His lips crashed onto yours, holding the kiss for a good while. Savoring you the best he could.

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[bee-bee-writes]

What's a x reader trope people wish to see more of? Love, love, and miss the Lil outfits you'd get. Ooh the headers and music ppl tag are always fun! Love the platonic stories too that can be read either way you know?

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JJK Men: Type of Sex they’ll Have - Headcanons

NSFW ⋆ x Female Reader ⋆ headcanons

Gojo The type of sex that’ll make you smile, to leave butterflies. Happy.

Choso Gentle, touchy, and lots of feelings.

Nanami Secured, safe, pleasant. Passionate.

Geto Possessive—he had so many things and people taken away from him—he’s not letting you go. But tender all the same.

Kusakabe Sentimental. Old school. Warm. Not the craziest sex but never boring.

Sukuna Hard, abrasive. With a sprinkle of passion and protectiveness.

Higuruma An enigma. Rough, but yet gentle. Dangerous yet safe. Domineering yet passive.