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𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞
☆ 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞
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break, burn, evolve—what tried to destroy you only proved you could never be stopped. take what’s yours.
sincerely,
kitana. 24, msn, np, dnp student ━☆:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ(yes, secret sorcerer too). japan & usa. do I have to mention english isn't my first language?
𝐩.𝐬.,
𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐬 yours [masterlist]
Pairings: Nanami Kento x Fem Reader ( reader is a ghost)
Summary: You died a year ago, and now a really hot Nanami Kento moves in to the apartment you're tethered to. You love to fuck with him, shuffle his papers, knock over his things, but you also love to watch him sleep. One day, he ends up seeing you. And... yep, how do you move on to the next realm? Maybe by getting railed by Nanami!?
NSFW- smut, lovemaking, explicit sex
Word Count- 3.5k- This is just a cute little story I got a request for. (It's literally crack fluff smut) Happy ending don't worrryyy. Just fluffy silly cute shit.🤭
Nanami Kento stepped into his new apartment, it was all redone since you had lived there, what’s it been since you died, a year now? You looked at how handsome this man was, dressed in a suit impeccably, sliding the jacket off to reveal toned, perfect arms. You step closer, and suddenly he shivers, as if he could feel your energy, but there’s no way…
Your energy had been fading lately, perhaps the longer you have been dead the less you have, but something about his presence made it flicker once more. You’d had fun haunting the last couple that lived here, ugh but their love annoyed you, because it’s not like you got any love in the twenty five short years you had on this plane of existence.
You expected heaven or something? Or some other life… but no, you just lingered here, in your old apartment, which looked nothing like it did. You could get down almost out of the building, just enough to stare at the moonlight longingly, remembering what it was like to talk.
You don’t talk, no one would hear you anyway.
Well…
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” You murmur as this blond sexy man rolls up the sleeves of his dress shirt, revealing toned forearms.
Maybe you do speak?
You watch him every day, for a week, come home and do the same routine, over and over. He takes off his glasses, he sighs, he sets down his briefcase, he sighs, he goes to take off his jacket, he sighs. Yes this man sighs a lot, and pinches the bridge of his nose, exhausted from the long hours he clearly works.
You worked a lot too back in the day, overworked yourself to death, hoping for an early retirement, until someone hit you with a car
Yeah.
Maybe that’s why you can’t leave, you’re still so pissed, when you had to look down at your body, when you had to see your parents cry, before they left and never came back around. You couldn’t see them, no you were stuck here, and you don’t know why, endlessly lonely and bored. But… now?
Nanami Kento is here, and you enjoy his presence. You watched him from the shadows, your translucent form barely outlined against the wall. As the days turned into nights, you observed him with a fascination that flared up deep inside you, watched him as he slept, when his usually stern face would relax. You would always brush his hair back, but then one day you realize something.
His hair moved.
You touched him!? He opens his eyes, and you gasp, hovering over him, and the hazel eyes widen, but then he blinks, and you disappear. Nanami sits up, shirtless and chiseled within every inch of his life, fuck the man is absolutely beautiful, and he’s looking around the room.
#workofart #putthisinamuseumpls #nanamideservesthis #alltimefavs
[ ❦ KITANANAMI'S MASTERLIST ❦ ] — MDNI.
☆jujutsu kaisen
❥ All characters are always over 21+ in my fics.
❥ yes, requests are open <3 (does not guarantee, but I'd love to hear ideas!)
❥ my main interests are jjk men– Nanami, Gojo, & Toji dominant, but I can dabble in whoever, just say the word(s). I prefer one shots/shorter fics bc I'm extremely busy & writing takes so long for me, but I am SO open to creativity.
❥ Im a newer page so organization and such is in progress. don't be afraid to ask me any questions
"Just... Stay here tonight..."
You insisted sweetly, staring at him across the room through your 9:57pm lashes sleepily, seeking his acceptance, resting your chin on the edge of the couch.
Colleague!Nanami disliked how much influence you increasingly had on him. That hard working, earnest, "I-cannot-be-late-let-alone-call-out" man, was allowing someone else over the months to very gradually test his morality– his stubborn, pristine work ethic.
"...Please?"
Colleague!Nanami sighed, fixing his tie abnormally inaccurate in the mirror in front of him, staring at you through the peripheral side. Flustered at the fact you had him questioning his everyday decision to participate in 9am-midnight missions of near-exploitation. Today you were indeed more persistent than usual, considering you were in the comfort of his apartment tonight instead of at work.
"They need me in Shibuya. I'm already late. This one's important Y/n-San..." he said sternly.
Colleague!Nanami turned to you, giving a reassuring half-smile, ignoring the oddly anxious feeling he attained in this particular mission. The greater good compensates for the nervousness, he thought. False
"We're not clocked in. No need to call me that... My name is y/n..." You tilted your head, giving a reassuring, tired grin, continuing, "And you, Kento, do not have to go..."
Colleague!Nanami's face softened. He gave a full smile this time at the name reveal, even though he already shamefully knew almost everything about you,causing him to look down at the ironed slacks he's had on since you arrived 2 hours ago.
—
One bag full of different loaves of breads and bagels. Another tote full of different fruits, cheeses, and creams. 2 hours ago marked the initial encounter with Nanami this evening, who saw you at his nearest bakery– your hands were full of these bags.
"Hey you!" You called out to him with a wide smile, adjusting the bags in your arms as he approached you, "How are ya? I didn't even know you come to this- Oh—"
Colleague!Nanami grabbed both totes from your arms to ease the weight off your shoulders.
"I'm doing alright, and you?" He scoffed, nodding his head, "Holding all these heavy bags by yourself?"
Colleague!Nanami was always a gentleman. Always opened doors, always considered your preferences in coffee or matcha, and always respected your space and peace of mind at the school and office. He was always the change of pace and volume at work— He was quiet and to himself. You were admittedly attracted the first day you met your colleague. But of course, you refused to show it even in the slightest bit. Although you both got closer throughout the months, he was too reserved for you to feel comfortable enough to reveal such a secret.
Colleague!Nanami focused his scent on the fresh warm treats you purchased, in an attempt to shake off the silly feeling in his stomach he felt seeing you outside of work for the first time.
I should've been the one to buy these for you too, he thought innocently in the moment.
Inviting you over for tea didn't help ease the feeling or his thoughts about you. But god dam, he loved your presence. The simplicity of trading bread and small talk the past 2 hours made him realize the severe lack of this particular emotion he dealt. Yet, he continued to repress.
—
"My apologies y/n," he sighed, "But I really have to get going soon..."
"So... you're saying you'd rather go out and spend time with Gojo instead of me?"
Colleague!Nanami scoffed and chuckled at your sarcasm, and... flirtatious remarks? He massaged the back of his neck slowly, collaborating what to respond to his colleague.
"No, I would prefer not to do anything for Gojo... but it's not for him... this is simply my responsibility..."
"Aren't you tired?" You exhaled in defeat at his concurrent defense.
It was an ongoing cycle, always seeing him at the office and vouching for him to take the day off. But this particular interaction felt more intimate. You knew he was diligent. You knew his heart was in the right place. But nobody, nothing deserved this man's sacrifices. You'd just wish he'd give himself a break for once. One that he's deserved for years.
"But Shibuya–"
"Fuck Shibuya."
Colleague!Nanami raised his eyebrows in surprise, hearing you cuss two words so passionately for the first time.
"What?" he asked.
"Fuck. Shibuya."
Colleague!Nanami watched you stand up from his couch, walking towards his figure still towering the mirror. You hesitated for a second, but calmed yourself with the reassurance that he needs to stay.
Colleague!Nanami was so fucking handsome. Way too perfect and pure to even consider risking his life another night. His suit was ironed perfectly. His hair was done, somewhat scuffed. His eyes, even behind those frames, always so tired, but full of love when he looked down at you, speaking to him once more.
"Stay here..." your hands rested on his shoulders lightly massaging his anxiety away, causing him to lessen the tension in his body, "With me..."
Your fingers traveled up to his glasses, slowly removing them and setting them down the table next to you, not breaking eye contact. Both your hands reached back for him, palms resting on his chest now, looking deeper into his eyes for comfort.
"Please."
Colleague!Nanami grabbed the back of your hands slowly, cupping them with both his palms softly, staring back at you with delicacy and contemplation, wondering how he could close the gap between you two.
Hands circled gently around his waist, securing him lovingly in an embrace, resting your head against his chest. The smell of fresh saffron and earth lingering his skin was enough for you to promise the universe he would stay in his apartment tonight.
"I need you here with me, Kento..." you whispered, looking up at him gently, the last attempt of near-begging.
Colleague!Nanami never knew a hug and a few pleads could convince him to threaten a no-call-no-show. But tonight proved differently.
Colleague!Nanami relaxed into the embrace, bringing you in impossibly closer. Both of his hands met the sides of your jaw, his right thumb caressing your cheek softly. So beautiful, he thought.
"Okay." He replied.
You sighed with an accomplished, closed-mouth smile, shutting your eyes happily at his words and the caress of his soft thumbs on your cheek.
"May I..." he began again sweetly, looking down at your lips, then back up to your closed eyes fluttering open to meet his question, "...Kiss you?"
Giggling to yourself at the question— a grown man, asking a grown woman if he can kiss her. But you couldn't blame him. It was something unspoken he hasn't experienced romantically in years. It was a mutual connection of solitude, and dare he say love.
"Please do." you whispered.
Colleague!Nanami finally got the break he deserves.
MDNI.
ExBf!Gojo, who would still pathetically send you your favorite flowers on your birthday. The card on this one read:
Happy birthday babyyy, I love youuu <3
On the front. You scoffed, turning it over.
Can you please talk to me?
On the back.
The same flowers that would be added into a glass stained antique vase normally holding every single bouquet Gojo gifted.
But these flowers were sent right back to him.
ExBf!Gojo, who reached for his phone after looking down at the mat outside of his apartment, seeing the same flowers he sent to you the day before.
"Aww did I choose the wrong flowers baby? /: "
ExBf!Gojo texted. Staring at his screen waiting for you to reply. Until the waiting turned into 3 days.
After 3 days you finally replied, but instead of on text, it was a box full of his shit, sent by a delivery truck. So he swallowed the prideful lump in his throat and grabbed his phone, realization settling in— he did fuck up bad this time.
"Y/n I'm sorry... Can we please talk?"
The last attempted text he sent before realizing he was blocked.
ExBf!Gojo, who already knew you rarely gave second chances to people. The woman of his dreams he spent three years with, the happiest three years of his lonely life, yet the same woman he could never get back. The one who he knew despised him and meant it when the second to last words she denounced was,
"It's over."
ExBf!Gojo, who stood at the hotel room door he booked two days before your birthday. The same man whose heart felt limp, seeing you cry for the first time in the three years you shared together, watching you pack your suitcase in pure anger. Because he knew it'd be the last time he saw you.
So he reached for you, grabbing your wrist gently, "Baby, i swear, it really isn't what it looked like—"
The last words he said to you in person before you cut him off, pulling your wrist away to swipe an angry tear falling down your cheek. The very last words of yours that hurt him because you called him Gojo instead of Satoru. And you didn't even look at him in his stupid blue eyes,
"Don't touch me. I never wanna see your fucking face again Gojo."
ExBf!Gojo, who was way too friendly. Who would flirt with any pretty girl in sight without even realizing it. It pissed you off at first, until he had you convinced he would never actually cheat on you. Not to mention the time you scolded him,
"Funny you think it's cute flirting with other girls. You're lucky Geto turned into an asshole. Otherwise I would've chose him over you. He's more loyal."
ExBf!Gojo was put in his place after that. And only flirted with his male colleagues moving forward
ExBf!Gojo still couldn't handle his alcohol like a childish teenager. Who finally pushed your limits after seeing him at the pool, pouring a shot of cheap tequila into a blond girl's mouth. Followed with her grabbing his face and kissing him on the lips. Then him pushing her off drunkly before he saw you storm away into the distance.
ExBf!Gojo, who started to go crazy after 6 months had passed. 6 months of convincing himself he would get you back. He was left with nothing else than the box you sent him back with his shit. Nanami even began forming a slight concern, because for the first time in his life, Gojo Satoru was quiet and didn't have an ego anymore.
"Why aren't you being annoying anymore?" He asked.
He responded in an emotionless shoulder shrug.
ExBf!Gojo, who started to hate himself even more for how he made you feel that day, for being the reason why he saw you cry for the first time. Because it was the same day today, but a year later. A year later since he saw you in person. A year since he heard the voice that made him so fucking happy every time he heard it. But the lack of presence had him chasing any last bit of hope, hope of feeling that happiness again. If he could hear you simply cussing him out again, just to hear your voice, he'd pay. He deserved it anyways. But even you didn't give him that energy or time. You were too mature. Something Gojo Satoru couldn't be.
ExBf!Gojo, hated the thought of you being with another man. Not because he was insecure, but because it was him you chose, nobody else. Even though every single man whose path you've crossed wanted you, you never made him feel like he was an option. He was your man, and you were obsessed with him. It was a healthy obsession because he knew you would drop him the moment you felt disrespected by him. And you did. You proved it.
ExBf!Gojo stood at your door, this time with your favorite flowers in his hands. But they were different this year, because it wasn't store bought, he picked it in a flower field he had to trespass. He knocked on your door and took a step back, gripping the stems of the flower he made you. In the midst of convincing himself he needed to stop being so emotional to calm down, attempting to grasp back his ego and snarky remarks, 2 minutes had passed. He knocked again.
ExBf!Gojo stood for another 10 minutes. Then started to feel too desperate. Like the weight of everything he regretted and lost spiraled into a deeper avalanche. He curved his neck back and sighed, looking at the roof of your porch as tears started to peek in the corner of his eyes.
"Y/n, please. Just let me talk to you. Even if it's one last time."
ExBf!Gojo Heard the echo of his sorrowful voice bounce off into the night of your birthday. He looked back down at the bouquet of flowers he held, taking note of the smallest details. And he began to talk to himself again.
"God no wonder why these were your favorite flowers. You always had good taste. Always knew what you wanted, except for picking the places for us to eat," he chuckled, the tears threatening to fall down his face.
"So beautiful.... you're so beautiful y/n.... I wish I could call you baby again, but I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable," he croaked out, tears streaming down his face this time.
"I don't care how stupid I look right now, I just realized you might not even be home," he scoffed, a smile forming on his face in delirium, he sniffed up his cries as the tears kept flowing, "I wish I had the opportunity to make you as happy as you made me... I didn't deserve you, but you deserved to be as happy as I was," He sobbed, starting to sound incoherent, jumbling his words.
"Fuck I miss you so much baby. I'm so sorry," he grit through his teeth, nodding his head in defeat, "I'm so sorry baby...I just don't know how to stop loving you."
ExBf!Gojo looked up to see the door slowly creak open. And he was right, you are beautiful. Too beautiful for his own good. Your eyes were tearing up regardless of how much you wanted to fight it. And you sighed.
"I hate you Satoru." You whispered.
ExBf!Gojo who didn't care that you hated him. Because at least you opened the door and said something to him. He held out the flowers,
"Happy birthday!!!" He said cheerfully with red eyes and tears still rolling down his cheeks.
You looked down at the flowers. Disorganized and messy. Like a boy made them. Because a boy did make them. A boy who every girl wanted in high school, and it disgusted you because how can you like someone like him. Until you guys reconnected during your college years. A boy who turned into a man somehow... who made sure to get you flowers every year of your birthday. A man you swore you would never fall in love with.
ExBf!Gojo who's ex girlfriend pulled him into her home after accepting the flowers and setting it by the door.
ExBf!Gojo who was sat down on the couch by his ex girlfriend as she connected her lips passionately with his, followed by aggression.
Gojo sighed into the kiss, snaking his hands all over your body to ensure this was real, that this was actually happening. That the bulge forming in his pants wasn't another pathetic wet dream he had of you.
ExBf!Gojo had his shirt lifted off of his chest, quickly assisting with your removal next. You gripped behind his hair, pulling his head backwards to the side before you began sucking his neck hungrily.
ExBf!Gojo exhaled, muscle memory kicking in, grabbing your tits and swirling the nubs of his thumb over your nipples, earning your moans that he missed so much. You sucked and kissed all the sensitive spots on his neck, marking him dark red till he exhaled,
"Mmmm baby...."
ExBf!Gojo switched places, plopping your back onto the couch as he ripped off your pants, reconnecting his lips with yours, then to your breasts, sucking feverishly. Your moans teased him, gripping his hair again. He traveled down to your core,
"I've been so fucking hungry..."
ExBf!Gojo licked the tip of his tongue down your slit, then scooped up every bit of wetness oozing down your core before ramming his tongue inside, working inside your cunt like he was getting paid overtime for it. You arched your back against the couch. His hand that wasn't wrapped around your thigh held your hand gently as you gripped hard every swipe and suck he made on your clit.
"Sa-toru... Baby- uahh," you said falling in and out of consciousness at how fucking good he ate you out.
ExBf!Gojo was going insane right now. But finally, in a good way. The best way possible. He ate you like the last supper, but he would make sure this isn't his last.
"Baby please fuck me..." you sighed, rolling your cunt desperately on his face as he reminded you of how pathetic every toy you purchased felt against your pussy, every one of your attempts to imagine times he ate you out so good, this good.
ExBf!Gojo who almost came at your breathless, desperate request, if it wasn't for him almost cumming in his pants from tasting your pussy again. The only pussy he's felt since you broke up with him. Because he knew after you, nobody could ever taste and feel as good as you.
ExBf!Gojo's arms had to be pulled up by y/n because he couldn't stop eating her pussy.
ExBf!Gojo had to hold in every urge to cum at the slightest touch of you. You sat up on the couch as he stood in front of your face, pulling down his Calvin Klein underwear, licking a strip of the precum oozing down his dick before sucking the sweetness out of him, stroking his shaft.
ExBf!Gojo who had to grab your hair and stop you before he came too quick.
"Wait Baby stoppp.... I'm gonna cum if you do that"
He didn't deserve to mess up that beautiful face of yours for his pleasure. He also really needed to be inside your pussy.
ExBf!Gojo who picked you up and carried you into your room. Laying you down aggressively yet gently, on your back. You both exchanged eye contact, yours looking into his in anticipation, and his looking into yours in pure love and euphoria. You fucking hated him, but somehow loved him too.
ExBf!Gojo lined himself up, not even needing to collect any wetness as he slid right into you slowly. He watched as your eyes closed and your mouth opened slowly into a soft moan. And he watched your beautiful face—every stroke, savoring every single one as the tightness and warmth of your pussy had him biting down hard on his lip, trying not to cum in under 20 seconds.
"Baby you're so fucking beautiful," he said before picking up his pace. You couldn't respond with any literate words.
"God I could never lose you again...." he groaned, pulling up your legs over his shoulder, he remembered every detail, every stroke, every position that drove you crazy and closer towards your climax.
You squealed out, tears forming at the brim of your eyes as he picked up his pace. You felt every inch and circumference of him, wondering how you could've ever left someone who always laid it down on you this good. Regardless of how much of a shitface he was. Your bedroom echoed with the sound of your wet pussy and his balls slapping against your cunt.
ExBf!Gojo who kissed your lips and looked at you once again, caressing your face and stroking the side of your face gently with his thumb as he kept a steady rhythm of his hips snapping against yours– slowly, pushing the back of your knees closer to the side of your body, inching into you deeper and deeper.
"The only time I could ever make you cry again is if I'm fucking you like this my love," he exhaled, "Taking me soo good..." he grinned menacingly, picking up his rhythm again, making a tear slide down your face as he felt your wetness building up, walls clenching dangerously tight around his cock,
"My good girl...."
"Please please.... yes Baby...." You managed to say. Both of your hands gripped his shoulders in an attempt to catch consciousness before you felt your peak, "I fucking love you Satoru...."
He rolled his eyes and head back, not being able to fully look at you at how hard your words hit. He kept the same rhythm, gliding into you, "I love you too baby... Fuck I can't hold it in are you gonna—"
He was interrupted by your screams and tears sliding down your cheek. You came down on him, milking his dick with your pussy. He felt so fucking good. And every bit of regret letting him in your house dissolved with your moans and cries.
"BabywherecanIcum?" He said uncontrollably fast, wiping your tears, nearly about to burst inside you.
And even after you came, every sensitive stroke felt like after shocks of more orgasms.
"Mmmm Satoru... cum insid—" you attempted to say, now this time interrupted by him stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. Beating every ounce of his cum into your pussy, his groans synchronized with your moaning and crying, filling you up with beads and lines of his warm cum.
"God I am never..." he popped his head back up, still slowly and lazily rolling his cock into you. He slid his hands slowly up against the blanket under you, intertwining his hands with yours, "losing you again."
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a/n- hi guys :P