#nanami scenarios

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐙𝐄 𝐌𝐄 ❞

hearing a thud in the dead of night was now a common occurrence since nanami moved in with you. his eyes fluttered open and he immediately hovered over the edge of the bed to make sure you were okay.

you had fallen out of bed again. you groaned in pain as soon as you made contact with the floor, rubbing your face and your knee as nanami made his way out of bed. he stood behind you ready to carry you back onto the bed.

"you okay, honey?", his voice was groggy, laced with sleep and concern. you sighed and let him throw you back on the bed.

"i'm fine, but you need to stop hogging the bed. why do you think i keep falling over?". his face deadpanned, hands on his hips.

"i do not hog the bed. you keep moving towards the edge"

"sure, ken. none of this used to happen before i started sharing a bed with you". unbelievable. nanami let out a chuckle and climbed into your arms, resting his head on your chest as your hand quickly moved to scratch his scalp.

"i'm still not the one who pushed you over. i will stand on that"

"okay, big boy..."

from this point one, nanami made it his goal to always anchor you so you wouldn't fall off. he would fall asleep, head on your chest listening to your calm heartbeat, hand around your waist and a heavy leg over yours. and still, for some weird reason he always heard the same thud every night. some nights you would immediately wake up, a quiet groan escaping your lips. other times you would remain unresponsive, stuck in a deep sleep.

nanami hated this. he knew he had to do something. you would seriously hurt yourself sooner or later and just the thought tore him. but he soon came up with a solution. one that wouldn't stop you from falling off, but would assure that you wouldn't get hurt.

nanami's eyes fluttered open at 3 am like clock work. he turned over to your side but you weren't there as per usual. he got out of bed and walked over to where you were sprawled over some plush pillows he had set up the day before.

nanami chuckled to himself and carried you back on the bed. you were still fast asleep, your chest heaving up and down slowly and all he could do was admire you.

"still restless even in your sleep. how cute".

nanami pressed a soft kiss on your cheek and made himself comfortable on your chest. those pillows proved to be a great investment

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

not everything has to be about the actual sex.

not yet, at least. it’s also about sitting on nanami’s lap in nothing but his t-shirt whilst you make out with him. his warm palms sliding down the length of your bare skin and roaming your body, running his fingers over your nipples and groaning into your mouth in return when it makes you whimper.

it’s about grinding down on his erection, your hips moving on their own because you’re way too needy, and his hands coming to steady your waist because he’s about to fucking cum in his pants from you just pressed up against him like this, and he desperately needs you to slow down.

it’s about him wanting more with you — of course he does, you’re perfect — but holding back because god, this is only the fourth date and somehow already the third glass of wine tonight and he needs to slow things down because he really fucking likes you and he doesn’t want to move too fast. he’s serious about you, and he wants nothing more than to prove that to you.

and then it’s him finally giving in when you’re sucking on his neck and whimpering quietly in his ear, right after you’ve guided his hands to rest on your breasts and begged him to just touch me, kento, please. because how is he supposed to resist you when you’re asking him so sweetly like this?

then, it’s him kneeling down in front of you, his pupils blown, coaxing you to spread your legs for him, pretty girl, so he can give you what you want. it’s him fucking groaning, cursing under his breath and then immediately apologising for it, after he sees that you’re already sticky and messy between your thighs from just some light touching.

꣑ৎ reader gives husband!nanami a blowjob

nanami kento, your darling husband, lived by the statement "happy wife, happy life". what kind of husband would he be if he didn't do anything he could to make you happy?

and if sucking him off while you're on your knees was one of those things so so be it. you looked up at you, your hand fisting his hard cock as he stared back, eyes lidded and mouth slightly agape. his cheeks were dusted pink and his chest moving up and down as you slowly stroked him.

you spit onto his angry red tip and he groan. you smear your spit mixed with his precum over his shaft and he takes in a sharp breathe. "can you hurry up, sweetie..."

"don't rush me", you give him a warning glare and he shrinks into the couch pillows.

"of course...", he wishes he could just shove himself down your throat and fuck it while you gag on it, but he knows better than to rush you. you stare down at it and press soft kisses on it as he lets out quiet whines.

you place the tip on your tongue and wrap your lips around it, sucking him slowly and he swore he started seeing stars. you inched down, taking his cock inch by inch down your throat, until you felt his hairs tickle your nose. he placed a hand on your head, spreading his thighs further, his balls growing heavier. "it feels so good...haah~", he moans as you start bobbing your head up and down.

his cock disappearing in and out of your mouth as you maintained eye contact was so hot to me. he started slowly bucking his hips into your wet and warm mouth, desperate to just come down your throat.

His thrusts getting deeper as he held your head still, groaning loudly and letting out moaning your name cause it feels all to good. you place your hands on his thighs to steady yourself as he fucks your throat. your gagging and drool escapes the side of your mouth, your throat tightening on his cock and your moans sending sweet vibrations to his core causes his to dump his heavy load down your throat without warning, moaning your name in pure ecstacy as you feel your pussy juices run down your thigh.

nanami rides his high and eventually pulls out and looks down at you. you swallow all his cum greedily and stick out your tongue to show you. he smiles at you and cups your cheeks into his big rough hand and you nuzzle into him.

he knows he's not done satisfying you though...

𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

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husband!nanami who brings you delicious pastries and a big bouquet of your favourite flowers every week without fail because he loves you oh so much. he loves how you always say thank you to him and appreciating him in ways he had never been appreciated before.

husband!nanami who opens the car door for you before you get on or of. he has to be the gentleman he promised to be so don't you dare touch the door, he'll quickly get out of the car and go to your side and open the door for you and offers his hand to help you out too

husband!nanami who carries your heels in his hands as well as your purse because yours tired and your heels are killing you. he always has a pair of flip flops with him just incase this happens which is almost all the time, but he doesn't mind. not one bit

husband!nanami who likes to have you in his arms while he's reading a book. either you're sleeping or on the phone he doesn't care. he claims that he focuses better on the book knowing that you are right next to him in his arms.

husband!nanami who gets flustered when you brush his neck, especially the part closer to his undercut. his neck and ears flashing red and he's unable to look you in the eyes because of your teasing.

husband!nanami who loves to walk up behind you and circle his arms around your waist and rest his cheek on your shoulder as you cook. not speaking a word after a long tiring day of work, he just wants to feel you on him in silence and be happy that he made such an excellent decision of marrying you.

husband!nanami who ends up talking a lot about you to his coworkers when they ask about anything that's related to you. "your lunch looks good. did you make it?". "it was my beautiful wife actually. she'll be pleased to know you said that". just looking for any excuse to show you off.

husband!nanami who is loved by your parents. he makes meaning conversations with your dad and is a help around the house without being asked which your mom absolutely adores. "you should be more like him", your mom says for the hundredth time you've visited them while nanami's washing the dishes.

husband!nanami who let's you know how much he loves. either through words of affirmation, spoiling you with gifts and just doing acts in your favour. you're his favourite person and he wants you to know that making it evident in his words and his actions.

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5:53 PM  .  K. NANAMI

“i like this,” nanami muses quietly, dutifully pushing a grocery cart behind you as you peruse the rows of fresh produce.

“you like picking out vegetables with me?” you smile, glancing over at your husband as the two of you stop near the daikon.

“of course, it’s nice and peaceful. feels like a rare break from everything,” nanami nods. he stands by you, eyeing the various radishes piled together, searching for the perfect ones to bring home.

“yeah, it is,” you agree, fighting the urge to not melt into his side as his hand grazes the small of your back while he places two daikons into the bag you hold out for him.

“how are the second years?” nanami asks, guiding the cart over to the onions, "also yosenabe for dinner tonight? i picked up some fresh hanpen earlier,"

“okay, perfect! and yeah, the second years are doing good, as usual. but ken, no work talk please. i know we have better stuff to talk about,” you groan, picking out a few yellow onions after inspecting them meticulously, “like that new bakery that opened up by the station? i heard gojo san bought you and your new student some today, how was it?”

“so much for no work talk,” nanami chuckles, continuing to trail after you as the two of you make your way over to the green onions, “but i do like that bakery a lot. i’ll bring some next time if i’m working near the area. i think you’ll like their pastries a lot,”

“yeah? what do they have? i’ve only rushed past their windows once and didn’t get a good look,” you hum, handing nanami a few glistening stalks of scallions.

“hm, they seem to be like a french boulangerie, so much more croissant type pastries. i’ll get you one of their almond croissants or kouign amanns next time,” nanami replies, a small smile creeping onto his face when you whip your head around excitedly, “gojo san really liked those two. i would’ve snuck some back for you if he hadn’t eaten them all himself like a glutton,”

“it’s okay ken,” you smile, “we can just go together when we finally have a morning to ourselves,”

“yeah,” nanami no longer fights the widening of his smile as his eyes crinkle around the corners, “i’ll make sure we can do that soon,”

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.

When he knew there was nothing better in this world than being a parent  — Jujutsu Kaisean

featuring. Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru, Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento 

authors note. I found this draft and was like ??? when did I write 💀 but anyways I like 2/4 of it so 💁‍♀️ I could name a million things better than being a parent but shhh 🤫

GOJO SATORU

Gojo had just put her down, and she was already screeching again. He was starting to get annoyed; he had work to get to, and she just wouldn’t settle down. Sighing, he stood back up and made his way to her, peeking over the top of her crib. Almost instantly, she stopped, and a big toothless smile spread across her face. She let out a happy little sound. He leaned over, picked her up, and she snuggled into his chest, smiling and cooing. Satoru melted in a way he didn’t know he could. His baby just missed him and in that moment he knew he'd do anything to keep that smile on her face.

TOJI FUSHIGURO   

Toji never cared about what the general public thought of him. He was who he was, and nobody's opinion was going to change that. However, when a group of teenagers at the restaurant started to loudly talk and point at the scar decorating the side of his face while he was with his son, he couldn't help but feel a surge of anger. When his son glanced up and made a face, a tendril of insecurity took root in Toji's mind. Maybe the scar was a bit ugly—perhaps his son had always hated it but never said anything. Toji turned his attention back to his plate and started to play with his food; he wasn't that hungry anymore. In his peripheral vision, he saw his son stand up and gently touch the scar with his small hand. "I think you look cool, Daddy, like a superhero." his son said before giving him a quick kiss on the cheek and returning to his meal.

GETO SUGURU  

Geto was lost in his thoughts when he felt a hand gently caress his stomach. "Daddy? Are you okay?" his daughters asked from the side of the bed. He hadn’t heard them come in. He had just had his appendix removed, and it hurt—a lot. "Yeah," he lied, offering them a small smile. They took this as a sign to crawl up onto the bed. One of them settled next to the bandage on his side, while the other came up to pet his hair and face. "You’re going to get better soon, Daddy. We’ll take care of you," the eldest whispered before placing a gentle kiss on his forehead, just like he did every time they were sick.

NANAMI KENTO  

Nanami knows he has the best daughter in the world when she rushes up to him in a panic just before he’s about to leave for work. He looks down at her with a questioning expression. “I just want to tell you to have a good day at work today because I know you came home sad yesterday.” She smiles shyly up at her father before wrapping her small arms around his legs. He quickly kneels down to give her a proper hug. “I love you, Daddy. I wished for you to never have a bad day again before I went to sleep.”

Nanami owning a “husband of the year” mug is all that’s been eating away at my brain.

part 1 of the fic