There Are Days When Your Husband, Nanami, During A Quiet Moment, Chooses A Soft, Intimate Melody That

If hating meant loving...

He hates how incredibly beautiful you are. Your features are so soft, so perfect, that sometimes he feels like he's looking at an angel.

He hates the way your eyes crinkle when you smile at him, a unique smile, reserved only for him.

He hates that smile that lights up your lips when something small makes you happy, as if for something insignificant.

He hates the softness of your lips when they rest against his, a tender kiss that makes him lose all reason.

He hates the way your hair blows in the wind, or the elegance with which it spreads on the pillow, forming perfect waves.

He hates the softness of your hands, which brush against his face with unbearable tenderness.

He hates the warmth of your arms when they embrace him, bringing him a comfort he thinks he doesn't deserve.

He hates the roundness of your thighs, when they wrap around him in an intimate, almost unreal embrace.

He hates the purity of your personality, the kindness that overwhelms him with every gesture, every word.

He hates the warmth and love you radiate just for him. You're his refuge without him realizing it.

He hates the way your heart seems to beat for him, even when he doesn't deserve it so much.

He hates everything about you... how is it possible to hate someone as much as he does?

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enterprising tutor. nerd! gojo satoru x fem! reader.

“You don’t get it, do you?”

Gojo Satoru’s mocking voice pulls you out of your already fragile concentration. Sitting across from you, glasses on his nose, he stares at you with that smug look that makes you want to throw your notebook at his face.

You squeeze your pencil. “If you stopped talking in riddles, maybe I’d understand better.”

He laughs softly, his smile widening his lips as if he found the situation amusing. With a lazy gesture, he flips through your notebook, his index finger casually tracing the margin of an equation you’re supposed to solve.

“Come on, Y/N, it’s not that complicated… You take this function, you derive it, and hop, you have your result.”

“ ‘hop’? Do you think it’s magic or what?” you growl, glaring at him.

Gojo rests his chin in his palm and stares at you, the shadow of his glasses half-hiding his piercing blue eyes. “To me, math is a bit like magic. It’s all about logic and elegance.”

“You’re an insufferable tutor.”

He smiles wider. “And yet, you keep coming to me for tutoring. Interesting reasoning.”

You cross your arms. “I have no choice, I have a test tomorrow. And for some reason, my teacher thought it was a good idea to stick me with you.”

Gojo clicks his tongue, pretending to be offended. “Ouch, that hurts. Are you implying that I’m a bad tutor?”

You sigh, your cheeks a little hot. The problem isn’t that he’s a bad teacher. It’s that he’s… distracting. His messy white hair, his cheeky smile, the way he always leans a little too close to you when he talks… Everything about him is an invitation to lose track.

As if to prove your point, he suddenly leans in, his face inches from yours. “Hm? You’re not listening.”

You pull away abruptly, your heart pounding. “Yes, yes, I am listening, you stupid nerd!”

His smile stretches even wider. “Oh? So tell me, what did I just explain?”

You open your mouth… and close it again immediately. Total silence. The void in your brain.

Gojo bursts out laughing. “Ah-ha! I knew it! You’re too busy staring at me to follow my explanations!”

You instantly turn red. “You’re so self-centered!”

He presses his fist to his cheek, looking falsely thoughtful, and smiles even wider. “It’s not my fault if I’m fascinating~.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m going to fail my test because of you… Thank you.”

Gojo picks up your notebook and writes something in it. When you look down, you see that he’s written down an equation with a sentence scribbled in blue ink just below it:

“If you pass, I’ll buy you a bubble tea. If you fail… we’ll do another tutoring session. Just you and me.”

You look up at him, but he pretends nothing, an enigmatic smile on his lips then winks at you.

Aren’t nerds supposed to be outgoing and not so enterprising?

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Nanami Kento when he comes home after long hours of work, he takes you by the waist while you are in the kitchen preparing a simple meal for the two of you.

Nanami Kento rests his head on your shoulder and places delicate kisses on your skin that smells of vanilla while you ask him how his day was.

Nanami Kento just grunts to avoid the subject and prefers to return the question to you. His day was shitty partly because of Gojo but it was no longer thanks to you. You are the sun of his life so everything is better.

Nanami Kento slides his two large firm hands under your -his- t-shirt that is way too big for you but that suited you so well. His slightly cold hands on your warm skin go up to your chest. You didn't have a bra. Was his wife such a slut for him?

Nanami Kento smiles at this thought because he already knew the answer. His hands cup your breasts and knead them gently. Small moans of satisfaction come out of your mouth which excites him.

Nanami Kento whispers to you to finish quickly. He doesn't want to eat dinner but only his pretty perfect wife.

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I have to confess…. i can't take seriously a smutty fic in which they use the word "mommy" or "daddy" like, we're fucking , i don't want to think about my parents shut the fuck up

"I want a baby, Kento."

Those were the words you said to him a few hours ago. Since then, Nanami has been plundering your devastated, drooling pussy with his big, thick cock and filling your belly with his white load.

He doesn't seem like the same Nanami anymore, calm and gentle, but rather the opposite, and you love it even more. Who would have thought Nanami would have to starve so much after your request?

He floods you with dirty phrases for your greatest pleasure.

"You'll make a beautiful mother to our children, darling."

"You feel so good, damn I can't stop."

"Cum for me. I want you to cum... our future baby will be me fucking you well."

"You're squeezing my cock so tight... Are you a slut, my love?"

"That pussy's addicted to my cock, milk me as much as you want, baby... fuck."

"Be a good wife to me and take all the cum I give you."

"One more time. I want my cum to stick deep inside your pretty slutty pussy."

After that, Nanami apologized so many times for being so rough and mean to you, but you enjoyed it.

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Nanami always pays for everything. A complete pushover. The restaurant bill, your classes, your hygiene products, sometimes even part of your rent. Every time, he's the one who pulls out the card, as if it were the most natural thing to do. And even though he does it without hesitation, it weighs on you.

He often tells you that you deserve it all, that you're his priority. That he can more than afford to buy things himself. He says it with such sincerity that it's almost soothing. Almost. Despite his words, guilt whispers to you that he's giving too much and that you're taking advantage of it.

Every time, you thank him. With smiles, tender gestures, grateful 'thank yous'. But deep down, you have this need to give back even a little of everything he gives you. To show him, in your own way, that you love him as much as he loves you.

So you decide to give him a gift. Not something you buy, something you can find in stores or online, not something expensive. Just something personal, real, sincere.

So, you poured your heart into a handmade notebook, filled with photos of the two of you, of him, of shared memories. On each page, a little note, a handwritten memory, surrounded by sweet and simple decorations. You added a letter at the end, filled with your feelings for him, and a bracelet you woven in his favorite colors, delicately attached to the notebook. Then, a small bouquet of paper flowers, all wrapped in a discreet, modest ribbon.

That evening, after yet another dinner he paid for without paying, you went to his house, the gift in your hands. He didn't suspect a thing. When you handed it to him, he looked at you with slight surprise, then gently took the package.

He opened it slowly. His eyes scanned the pages. And then, a smile appeared on his face. One of those he didn't often show. A sweet, rare, sincere smile.

"You didn't have to do all that..." he murmurs, his voice a little lower with emotion.

You lower your head slightly, embarrassed but happier, your cheeks a little warm. "I wanted you to know how much you mean to me... and to thank you. It's not much, but it's all I did with my heart."

He places the notebook next to him and moves closer. And before you can say another word, he takes you in his arms. A long, gentle hug, his scent invading you and reassuring you.

"You make me so happy, you know?"

You smile against his shoulder, realizing it more and more, but you're so happy with him too.

"I should be the one saying that."

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if I count w/ my pinterest board and my album that I made 4 nanami, I have more than 500 fanart of him.. am I crazy? maybe 😭😭 but if it's him its okay 🤭

Hes so handsome pls-

Its so good🤭

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Fem Virgin Crusader!Reader x Jealous Jotaro… and Kakyoin (characters aged up to 20’s!!!)

Warnings: smut, voyeurism, loss of virginity, jealous awkward asshole Jotaro.

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Jotaro hated himself. He cursed himself every day. Why did he choose to be so stoic and distant? When you joined the group, he instantly had feelings for you. You were the most gorgeous creature he ever laid his eyes on. But, as if you were a wild animal - or was he the wild animal? - he never got too close. Never showed his feelings. He should’ve known that would be a mistake.

You were left “available,” Polnareff and Kakyoin in particular using their charms on you and flirting almost constantly. You would smile and blush and coyly soak up the attention. It made Jotaro sick. But things got so much worse one night while staying at a hotel. Jotaro had woken from a fitful sleep and stepped out on his balcony. He then realized Kakyoin was nowhere to be found. In the night he heard a woman moaning breathily, gently sighing profanity.

Peering to his left, he saw you, sitting on your own balcony, a graphic scenario taking place. Your silky robe was opened, exposing your soft looking breasts in the moonlight. You sat with your legs opened, the redheaded man kneeling between them, lapping up at your entrance. Jotaro’s heart began to pound as he watched your back arch in the night, your body tensing as you whimpered a shaky, “Nori.”

Jotaro dashed back inside, and he couldn’t decide if he wanted you to have seen him or not.

The next day, you and Kakyoin were noticeably closer, staying near each other even more than usual and brushing hands. Jotaro had never felt so repulsed. What else had you done with that damn cherry licking bastard? Did you suck him off, too? Let him fuck you? Did he take your virginity?

Jotaro decided everything would change, starting tonight.

When making new rooming arrangements, he argued that you should not be rooming alone, given the danger. Kakyoin quickly spoke up to offer to stay with you, but Jotaro didnt let him get a word in edgewise.

“I don’t sleep very deep, I can stay on watch for her.” With that he grabbed your arm and pulled you along with him, practically tossing you into your room.

You were confused by his actions; why was he so adamant now?

Now that you two were really alone together, he felt his heart race. Was he… nervous? Any nerve he had to confess to you or kiss you was gone. Vanished. He awkwardly stalked off to the bathroom, but before he shut the door he heard your sweet voice ring out, “Thank you for staying with me.” You had figured you should be grateful to him at least. Without a response he shut the door.

He immediately began showering, thinking about his overwhelming feelings and his new plan. Did he tell you he liked you? Loved you? Wanted to fuck you? All of the above were true. The warm water running down his body helped him calm himself and his wild thoughts. He still hadn’t gotten that visual out of his mind: you, in pure ecstasy, because of Kakyoin. It made him so fucking jealous but it turned him on so much. Remembering how your beautiful face contorted in pleasure, your heaving chest, your rosy nipples… he looked down and saw his cock was now rock hard.

Without hesitation he grabbed hold of it, pumping furiously. He imagined the visual over and over again, and how your sweet moans had filled the night air. He finished embarrassingly fast, cum dripping down his hand and mixing with the steaming water. God, he felt pathetic. There he was touching himself to thoughts of you when he could just go in there and take you himself.

As night fell, you both wordlessly got into your separate beds to sleep. He cursed internally that you weren’t wearing whatever gorgeous silk robe you had on the previous night. After half an hour, you rose from your bed, thinking Jotaro asleep, and went into the bathroom. When you emerged, you had changed into the very silk robe he’d been thinking about, and sneaked towards the door.

“Where are you going?” Jotaro’s accusatory voice startled you. You slowly turned around, holding the robe very close to you. “U-um… just for, um…” your mind blanked for an excuse.

Jotaro stood from his bed, coming towards you. His aquamarine eyes seemed to pierce through the darkness into you. “You were going to see Kakyoin, weren’t you?” he interrogated. You nodded slowly. “Is it that obvious?”

Jotaro stopped his advancing when he was very close to you, towering over you. He simply cursed, “Lucky son of a bitch.”

Your eyes widened. You finally figured it out. He was jealous. If only he knew. If only he knew how you felt, how conflicted your heart was. You loved Noriaki dearly, he drove you insane. But, like a whore, you couldn’t shake your attraction to Jotaro. He never gave you the time of day, but you secretly wanted to be railed by him just as bad.

You stayed still, hoping he’d make a move. You both simply stood there in the dark, looking at each other. You finally broke the silence by slowly opening your robe, revealing that you were completely naked underneath. Jotaro’s facial expression remained calm but you swear you could see him blush even in the darkness. You raised a finger to your pussy, gently rubbing against it. Faint wet sounds were easily heard. You parted your lips and stated quietly, “I’m so wet.”

That was it. Any fears or awkwardness Jotaro had about pursuing you, it was gone. He grabbed your body, pulling you into him as he kissed you frantically. You moaned out, both surprised and passionate. Jotaro placed both arms underneath your backside and picked you up, not breaking the kiss, as you wrapped your legs around him. He carried you to his bed, tossing you down as you both caught your breath.

He laid next to you, panting slightly both from the deep kiss and from his heightened feelings. You sat up and hovered over him, smiling as you opened your robe more to show him your breasts. You shoved them against his face, him craning his neck up to meet you. You felt his mouth around your nipple, licking and sucking, causing you to let out a moan. He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same attention, before breaking away.

He swapped your positions, getting on top of you and pinning you down. He gently ran his fingers across the silken robe, that for some reason drove him crazy. You grinned, “Nori bought it for me… he gave it to me last night… and he made me come on his mouth…”

Jotaro’s jealously flared up briefly, immediately asking, “Did you fuck you? Did he have you? Did he penetrate your sweet hole?”

You grinned again, “No… I promise… no one has ever had me that way,..”

Jotaro suddenly felt an uncontrollable rush. He ripped his tank off and hurriedly removed his boxers. You meanwhile began to remove the robe, but he stopped you. “No… leave it on… I want to take you in it… fuck you in what he gave you…”

You felt yourself get even wetter. You pulled the loose sleeves back up and eagerly awaited what he would do to you. As soon as he was naked, he dove down between your legs, eliciting a gasp from you as his tongue darted out and started searching for your sweet spot. After a few seconds you breathed, “Oh yeah right there, right there,” and he moved his tongue in every which way in that spot. He looked up at you with lust filled eyes as he finally got to see what he wanted. Your pretty face, all overwhelmed and contorting, because of him. Not Nori. Him.

His cock was achingly hard but he didn’t want to fuck you yet. He had to prove he could be as good as Kakyoin- no, better.

Your moans got needier and you finally, quickly, orgasmed right into his waiting mouth. He swallowed down your juices like it was nectar. He moaned as he felt your thighs clench around his head. You cursed and moaned until you had completed your sweet, sweet, climax, relaxing your body.

Jotaro quickly came back up to you, giving you a wet kiss that let you taste your own fluids. You grinned and licked your lips, saying, “It tastes so good from your lips… almost as good as off of Nori’s.” You knew that would drive him crazy, and you were right.

In an instant he flipped you over, sliding up the robe to uncover your ass in the air, as he pumped his cock in preparation. You whimpered in anticipation as you braced yourself for his entry.

Nothing could’ve prepared you for his size. You practically yelled as he slowly went in, and it suddenly occurred to Jotaro that Kakyoin might be able to hear you from his room next door. The thought made him feral, deciding he would hear you.

Once he was in he began to pound into you, causing you to squeal and moan. “Say my name!” he demanded. You sighed and cried out, “Jotaro!”

Jotaro huffed. Being balls deep in your tight pussy, your round ass for a view, hearing you scream his name while his rival likely heard? He was ready to cum already.

But no, he wanted it to last. This was too good to stop already. He pumped slower, hearing a sigh of relief from you. It was nice, savoring your wetness and tightness, listening to the lewd, wet slapping sounds and your labored moans. God, you were like his own personal pornstar.

But you were more than that, too. He loved you, cared about you. And from the way you so willingly gave yourself to him, he was guessing you felt the same. He had his whole life to savor you. That was a nice thought.

And with that thought came the sense of urgency again- if he had forever, why not rush it now? He began to pound again, making you moan. He gripped your ass tightly, thrusting incessantly.

“Oh fuck! Oh! Jotaro!” you cried out as you felt your second orgasm of the night. It washed over you as you spasmed and shivered. Hearing your climax pushed Jotaro over the edge, his thrusts faltering as he came inside you, filling you up. Once he was finished, he pulled out of you and laid next to you, exhausted.

You both caught your breath and you laid your head on his chest. Only now did he look down and see the little bit of blood mixed in with your bodily fluids, the sign that he’d taken your virginity. He looked over at you and you gave him a tired smile. He confessed, in his usual gruff tone, “Good grief, I think I like you.”

You kissed his chest and replied, “I think I like you, too… but I also really like Nori… I think I like you both… do you think I can do that, like you both, I mean? I love your personalities, your words, your bodies… I cannot decide.”

Jotaro wasn’t expecting you to say that. He was jealous again for a moment - he thought after what you two had done you were automatically his - but his jealousy faded when he realized what you were really saying.

You did love him. Your feelings for Kakyoin didn’t change how much you liked him, or the meaning of what you shared. You were a horny, naive girl in her 20’s, still figuring it out. Who cares if you liked two men? Who cares if you wanna have fun with both of them because you truly care? He had gotten what he wanted: your body and your affection.

You kissed Jotaro again before standing, going to the bathroom to clean up before emerging and heading back to the door, turning to your lover and saying, “I’ll be back, Nori’s waiting.”

The room is bathed in soft, luxurious golden light, filtered by the crystal chandeliers suspended from the ceiling of a five-star hotel. The hushed conversations, the clinking of champagne glasses, the elegant laughter of the elite…

Everything is perfectly orchestrated for this charity gala, carefully organized and sponsored by your husband's company, Nanami Kento.

You are handsome. Perfect, even. A long black satin dress hugs your curves, revealing just the right amount of skin on your shoulders and back. Your hair is carefully tied back, your makeup discreet but impeccable.

On your arm, Nanami radiates a sober, classic, yet irresistible charisma. Three-piece suit, fitted tie, impeccable glasses, and that calm, collected gaze, slightly tired, but still as magnetic as ever.

And yet… you're bored to death. The speeches follow one after the other, the endless introductions, the thank-yous, the emotional videos projected on the big screen... Everything is prestigious, honorable, but far too long.

Your Louboutin heels, so graceful at the beginning of the evening, have transformed into veritable instruments of torture. Every minute of standing is torture. You feel your smile twitch at times, your toes sending out silent cries for help.

But you say nothing. Out of love. Out of respect for Nanami's event. Because you know this event is important to him.

Nanami, always so attentive, notices it despite everything; he knows you so well. He glances at you discreetly between conversations, his eyes slowly sliding over your face. His hand seeks yours, brushes against it, gently squeezes it, and this simple contact is enough to melt your weariness a little.

"Are you holding up?" he whispers in your ear, his deep voice hidden beneath the murmur of the violins.

You nod, your smile slightly ironic. "I'm two seconds away from walking barefoot and throwing these heels in the trash, but otherwise, I'm fine."

He gives that rare little smile, the one he reserves just for you. The kind of discreet smile that makes your heart beat a little too fast.

"We can slip away. No one will notice."

"Are you kidding? This is your event, Ken..."

"Exactly." He leans in slightly, his warm breath sliding against your bare skin. "I've fulfilled my obligations. I gave my speech, shook all the important hands. I think we deserve a moment to ourselves. Don't you, Ms. Nanami?"

Your stomach tightens at the sound of it. He says it with such gentleness that you want to jump on him. You meet his gaze. And without a word, you understand. He's had enough, too. Not of these parties, but of having to share you with the whole world.

He gently leads you backstage, through a discreet door hidden behind velvet curtains. A deserted corridor, dim lighting. He walks in front of you, his hand holding yours, still with that natural elegance. But he's more tense.

As soon as he's sure no one is there, he turns to you, his gaze burning with something far less controlled than his usual calm.

"Take them off." His voice is soft but firm, pointing at your heels.

You raise an eyebrow. "What, my heels?"

He kneels in front of you without warning, his large hands sliding up your legs to grasp your ankles. You shudder. He slowly undoes the straps of your pumps, removing them with almost ceremonial care.

His fingers linger on your bare ankle, caressing it with a tenderness that contrasts with the impeccable image he projects to the rest of the world. "There," he says, standing up. "A little better?"

You nod, moved in spite of yourself. This gesture, as simple as it is, touches you. His hands rest on your back and under your knees, carrying you as if you weighed nothing. Your arms instinctively wrap around the back of his neck.

His hand moves away from your back and grabs your heels as he begins walking toward the exit. He looks at you and kisses your forehead. You look at him, smiling, and bring your head closer to his muscular chest.

"Do you know how ravishing you look tonight?" he murmurs, smiling.

"You're only saying that because I survived two hours of endless speeches?"

"I'm saying it because it's the truth." He kisses the corner of your mouth, then slowly moves down to your jaw. "And because I want to steal you, right here, right now. Bring you home, lie you down on the bed, kiss every inch of your body, and fuck you until you forget this horribly long gala."

"What if we don't wait until we get home?" you breathe, your voice tinged with desire and teasing. A slow, dangerous smile tugs at your lips.

"You read my mind."

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