#🥂 ── kento.

[lxnarphase]

bear hybrid!nanami and his little bunny, later turned mate, that first wandered into his cottage in the woods during the middle of his hibernation season.

he'll never forget how he sleepily grumbled that you were a little dumb one for walking into a big bear's den like this, but your snippy remark of how he was just as bad for leaving the door unlocked made him chuckle

so how did it get to this point?

you're happily squished under his large, hot body that pins you to the bed so that you can't move even if you wanted to. his arms are folded under your head so you can rest on his forearms as his hips slowly rut into you.

nanami doesn't care that you're drooling all over his arms, not when his nose is buried in your hair, occasionally lifting to lick at your drooping bunny ears.

"k-kenny, ken, l-lemme mooove," you whine, wanting to bounce your hips back on him. poor thing, his unhurried pace making you feel every inch of him, it's too much and not enough.

"shhh, bunny, let me take care of you. you were going too fast. just feel it for me, little one," he murmurs, his little bear ears flicking happily as he feels you melt just a bit more from his voice. "'m gonna take care of you, honey, g'nna give you a whole bunch of cubs jus' like you wanted."

[itsfairly]

Illicit Toasts // 1920s!Nanami Kento x F!Reader

Summary: The prohibition of alcohol didn't stop people from getting their hands on it. It only made them find places where they could get their fill of giggle water in illicit establishments filled with booze, music, and social life. For Nanami Kento, however, alcohol was merely an excuse to visit this speakeasy. Yet, he did go to that place to get his high on something, someone else.

Word Count: ~5.1k

CW: 1920s AU (focused on the prohibition era), fem!reader, singer!reader, strangers to lovers (kinda), fluff (kinda), pining kento, mentions of alcohol, alternate between 3rd person and 2nd person.

A/N: first, you can find the artist of the fanart here! second, there is no doubt in my man that my man would look amazing in the 1920s aesthetic, look at him. i was thinking about this for a while and the covers from the postmodern jukebox helped. am i thinking about writing more about this AU? maybe, especially if people are into it. 1920s! Nanami Kento, you will always be famous.

Just what was he doing here? Coming back and pretending it was just for some booze that he could easily stash at home with the promise of some quietness and privacy?

Nanami didn’t know the answer. As he puts his wallet into his coat, he tries to think of one with no avail. He didn’t know why his feet kept walking towards that damned speakeasy as if it were a part of his routine. It felt as if his body got the best of him despite his mind telling him it was a bad idea to come to a place like this as someone of his reputation.

He was wealthy, had a nice job, a status that put him high on everyone’s list on his appearance alone. He felt like he was risking it all by just coming here. Nanami had the means to contact a bootlegger and get that alcohol he used as an excuse to come here. A bar that could get raided at any moment and put him in jail by just being there. It would be his ruin if that were to happen.

No money.

No job.

No status.

But despite it all, he still walked towards that door. Knock. Knock, knock. Knock. Knock. A pattern he memorized the first time he came here when a friend of his implored him to accompany him for a drink. Little did he know back then how much he would play this rhythm against the rusty door with a dimly lit room behind it, full of chatter, drinks, and entertainment for those who were willing to risk it.

Funny thing is that, though Nanami is a heavy drinker, he is a loner at that. Those extravagant parties held by people of his status were too luxurious for his taste, he only attended them to keep his connections intact and for the promise of booze. He much prefers to drink in the comfort of his own home. No superficial conversations. No drunks trying to flirt with him or overstep his boundaries. But to drink for the joy of it rather than to survive the event.

He was about to turn around after questioning why he kept coming here when the door opened, a voice greeting him into the bar. It reeked of the smell of old wood, strong liquor, the dreaded tobacco smoke, and the light colognes and perfumes mixing together as they escaped out the door and into his nostrils. It was a last warning. Though he was still standing at the foot of the door, he could still change his mind and leave to get his fill back home. The unique smell reminded him not only of what awaited him if he entered but also brought a sense of tension. Was all this secrecy and feeling of rebellion against a law that prohibited some fun worth everything he worked so hard for?

But that warning fell on deaf ears. Ears that were busy welcoming the real reason he was coming back in the first place. It was not the alcohol, it was never the reason why his body walked the streets until he reached this door. It wasn’t a taste or a smell. It was a sound and a sight.

It was the pretty singer who held her own against the band and rose above the chatter as more than mere background noise to fill the air.

You.

He still remembers the first time he saw you on that stage. He could barely understand what his friend was talking about when they brought him here. He was busy looking at you and hearing the pretty voice that captured his attention the moment he walked in. You didn’t seem to mind the fact that people were too caught up in their own conversations or the delightful buzz their whiskey and bourbon brought instead of hearing the music. But to him, it was the complete opposite. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, take you off your mind nights after seeing you for the first time. You brought him a high no liquor had brought before and you don’t even speak to him. You were just doing your job, a living by singing in this dimly lit bar full of patrons breaking the law. You were the star of this speakeasy. 

Tonight was no different.

Your voice stood out from the chatter that filled the room, dripping in a silky passion that lured him into stepping in and taking a seat at the bar. It was obvious you weren’t performing for anyone but yourself. The way you sang each song, each lyric, was intoxicating to Nanami. It was like a spell that drew him in further into this attraction he felt for you. It was always such a raw performance he could only describe as passionate and immersive. He could hear how you felt every emotion from your voice alone. Vulnerable, intense, alluring. To think he could list everything he heard in your voice would be an impossible challenge he would gladly take.

But your looks came along and he knew it was over. Your performance was more than just your voice, but also the way you moved. You were a temptress, sensuality in its purest form. Swaying side to side at the rhythm of the keys and strings, almost as if your hips marked the tempo for everyone to follow. But you were more than that. It wouldn’t be fair to see you as sex-on-a-stick that others had reduced you to. Not when you had this bright and cheerful smile on your face every time he saw you on that stage. Or when you did these little gimmicks with your gloved-covered hands that always captured his attention as you acted the lyrics. One thing was certain: the way you looked and performed told him you were having the time of your life up there.

He could see it in your face alone. Your face, your angel face that told him how much fun you had when singing. It was as if you were one with the music and wanted to keep it that way. Showing each and every emotion of the song as if you wrote it yourself. Dancing and acting as if no one was watching. He admired that. It drew him into you. Authenticity was written all over you, displaying so many parts of you and showing this energy of yours that made you much more complex than anyone in his class.

There was no doubt. You were a performer through and through.

But to him, you were this enchantress. Seduction follows your every move and sound. You looked so confident, so comfortable on that stage surrounded by liquor and smoke that others were so distracted by, missing the real deal. The straight loose dresses you wore with fringes and beads that moved with you, the pearls that added an elegant touch, the gloves that covered your skin, the t-strap shoes that clicked with every step, and that makeup that wrapped everything together.

You looked like a doll, shining in the spotlight and surrounded by this lively and strong aura he couldn’t help but be attracted to. So addicting like the glasses of whiskey he drank, but much sweeter.

As another number came to a close, you bowed at the audience. Even if you didn’t receive much applause, you didn’t care. You know what comes with being an entertainer at these places: barely any recognition and a lot of cons such as getting arrested for even being here. But you loved it. The ambiance was calm, nothing too crowded or loud to keep the place safe from a police raid; the lights added a sense of secrecy and sensuality that you were all in for, and the best of all, the pay. Jobs like this were hard to come by, those that paid you to do what you liked.

Even if your day job brought you a lot of tension and stress, it was this gig that allowed you to shake those feelings off and let loose. Shine like the way you were supposed to, be treated like a person and not a number or some airhead. Sure, you were often shaken off as part of the background of a rebellious experience that people were quiet about. But it was tit-for-tat—go through hell by day and live the crème de la crème at night. No family to control you, no boss to scold you for no reason, and no judgemental looks for not being a mother or married.

You looked back at your band, clapping at them for their performance so far with a bright smile. You quickly excuse yourself, asking them to play a few songs without you as you go and fetch yourself something to drink. All this smoke made your throat dry, which was a no-no for a performer like you.

Making your way to the bar and asking for a light drink—the bartender’s choice being a bee’s knees—you notice a blond man with his elbow resting on the bar. You looked at him, instantly seeing the signs that he was of a higher class than the usual patrons. Tailor-made suit in a pristine condition fitting him perfectly, the material looking expensive from how soft it looked alone. Handsome face free of facial hair, his skin probably as smooth as one can be, something not many had the privilege of due to tight schedules or lack of resources.

The drink was a dead giveaway. From the looks of it, it seemed to be whiskey neat. Most people opted for the much cheaper beer, not for something like whiskey. Let alone neat and not on the rocks. It told you it was someone who had the privilege of drinking enough to be able to handle the harshness of it and its expensive price. 

Not only that, but the drink seemed unattended as told by the way his hands were further enough from the glass. People normally downed their drinks if they were alone, the lack of another glass near him told you he was probably on his own tonight. But no. He didn’t seem in a rush to drink or be accompanied by someone. He was alone at a bar with a drink he hadn’t sipped from during the alcohol prohibition. What are the odds?

You think of starting a conversation with the man, intrigued about him, when the bartender handed you your drink. You smiled at them, thanking them for their service as you took the glass by their stem and brought it to your lips. Honey, lemon, and most importantly, gin invade your mouth as you taste the forbidden drink. Sure, alcohol isn’t the best thing to drink when performing a set, but it’s not like a sip once in a while hurt. Especially with how hard it is to get these drinks when one doesn’t have the means, working at a speakeasy seemed like a blessing.

Your thoughts are interrupted before you set the glass down, the blond at your side snapping you out of them with his velvet voice. It was a few words, but they were enough to detect a certain elegance that matched his appearance. Modesty and opulence easily summarize your impression of the man before you.

“Your performance was lovely.” He said nonchalantly, turning his body to face you as his hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey. 

It’s not like people didn’t compliment your singing. They did…once they were drunk or when they were seeking attention. But compliments from someone who looked like him? Sure, he sounded casual about it and it almost made you think he was being sarcastic. But when you turn to look at him, ready to give him your usual “you can give it a go if you want” answer, you see that he was being genuine. He was waiting for a response patiently, his thumb caressing the side of his glass. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite place, it seemed like nerves but there was no reason to feel like such.

You flash him a small smile, nodding your hand towards him. “Thank you, I’m sure it would’ve paired so well with your drink. Shame that it seems unattended.” He looked at you puzzled, looking down at the drink in question before turning back to you. “I was not aware that one could pair alcohol with performances. Especially with everything going on right now.” “Then you’re missing quite the opportunity. Neat whiskey? Jazz and blues pair up well with it, which is our set for tonight. You’re lucky the band is still playing as we speak, you can still enjoy the combination of taste and sound.” You smile, looking back at the band and then back at him.

He wastes no time to take in your silence as an invitation to try the multi-sensorial experience. You see him swirl the liquid in the glass, the piano and trombone standing out from the band of instruments, and then taking a sip as he lets the alcohol wash over his mouth to savor it.

He chuckles, his brows jumping once in delight as turns back to you. You raise your eyebrow, now waiting for his response.

“My first thought when pairing alcohol is usually food. I’m afraid I’ll have to start thinking about what I will be doing when drinking a certain drink.” He says, his eyes showing that delight when he turns to you.

“Hopefully you keep that idea long after you leave this place. It’s quite fun to pair things with others we haven’t thought of before.”

“Really? Is your drink especially paired with your performance tonight?”

You look down at your own drink, taking it into your hand and bringing it to your lips for a small sip. You nod at the taste, the fresh taste of gin swirling on your tongue while the smooth run of the trombone plays in your ears.

“Absolutely.” You say with a small chuckle.

The man before you decides to stand up, pushing the stool back as he does. He turns his body to face you completely, a soft and calm expression decorating his face as he looks at you in what could only be curiosity. But this one is different from the curious looks you usually get. It’s not perverse or mere amusement. It’s as if he’s finally living a moment he thought of for a while, a moment he thought would never happen. It’s different and unexpected, sure, but it’s new. His expression almost leaves you breathless, now becoming curious as well.

He extends his hand to you, his eyes never leaving your face as a blink-it-and-you’ll-miss-it smile decorates his. Though others would think his expression is firm and stoic, his eyes tell you otherwise just like his voice does. That velvet voice of his drips from his lips once more.

“Kento Nanami. May I ask for your name, miss?”

Your name sounds just like the melodies you are so used to singing on the stage. It is a smooth and harmonious sound that goes easy on his ears when you say it. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face for long, showing it for a second as he felt you reach out to his hand and shake it. It was only for a second, but it was enough to know how dangerous you were becoming to him. 

With your hand on his, he turns it around and kisses the back of it like the gentleman he is. It’s soft and gentle, not wanting to come off strong as if you’re only an object to him. You weren’t and he wanted to treat you with the respect you deserved. Nanami’s lips soon leave your gloved-covered hand but his hand still holds you carefully, looking up at you with gentle calm eyes.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He says, sure that if he were to say your name it wouldn’t sound so angelic like you say it. He drops your hand near your lap, careful to not be so harsh the moment he lets it go.

Shaking him up like this with only your name? He never planned for you to have this effect on him, let alone this quickly. He never thought he would be drinking next to you, finally having a name for that gorgeous smile that shined on the stage. He didn’t think life would be able to bring you two together even if it was for a few minutes. 

Your voice was as pretty when speaking as it was when singing, the sound of your name sounding like every other night you performed on that stage. He couldn’t help but repeat it out, lucky enough to play it off as if he was just checking if he heard you right. That in itself was an irony considering all the trouble he went through every night he wanted to hear you sing.

And now he was hearing you speak to him.

The band playing as the rest of the speakeasy melted away and it was only you in his view and ears. You were an arm’s away from him and it was a chance he had to take, at least to compliment your performance. Not just of tonight’s but of every night, even if he wasn’t there to hear it. Soon that compliment led to small talk that then led to presenting each other. Now here he was, immersed in the casual conversation between you two.

No stocks, no gossip, no work. Just chit-chat in which he didn’t need alcohol to push through it like he does at big events at work or with people he’s forced to spend time with. It was talking for the pleasure of it. Something an introvert like him found reserved for certain people. But here you were, able to sneak past that detail of his and put him at ease despite all the giddiness he feels inside him from finally being able to speak to you.

You didn’t seem that much different off-stage. You were lively, charming, and able to hold your ground. But you were also much calmer, casual, reserved even; though not to the extent he is. It simply confirmed to him that you were a hundred percent yourself when you were performing, authentic to yourself even if you weren’t showing all parts of yourself. You still had that welcoming energy in and out of the stage.

Your body was facing his just like he was facing yours as you two sat at the bar with your drinks. He was finally taking sips of that ignored whiskey long after he ordered it while you had allowed him to take up your small break. It wasn’t the most interesting conversation in the world, to be frank. But if any of his friends saw him at the moment, they would know Nanami was hanging onto every word you said.

“I’m more of a hermit.” He starts, setting his drink down at the bar. “I do drink with friends and explore these speakeasies, but I much rather enjoy a drink in the comfort of my home.”

“Oh, so you’re able to afford that luxury of owning alcohol?” You smirk at him, tilting your head towards him. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders with your hands on your lap. “Although, I understand. I get overwhelmed in crowded places and would drink privately if I could.”

“Overwhelmed? A singer?” He raises an eyebrow at you. He wasn’t teasing you or being sarcastic by any means. He knows it could come off that way, but he was intrigued. You seemed comfortable when you sang, dancing around as you became one with the music and the world disappeared.

“It’s different!” You laughed softly, bringing your glass to your lips. “I like singing and people don’t really come to these places looking for music. They come for this.” You gestured to the wall stocked with all kinds of liquor, a quantity that could lead everyone working at the establishment to be imprisoned. It’s a wonder the police haven't found this place, neither of you would be here at the moment conversing. “I am just part of the experience but not the main attraction. That lets me act like there’s no one around.”

Nanami nods. Though he completely comes to this bar for the opposite reason, he can see how it is easy for you to shake off the nerves and get behind the microphone. If you were only a prop that added to the illicit and almost seducing ambiance for people to drink in, then you could let loose and not many people would remember it. That and because some drank to the point of blackout.

“I see, not much of a people’s people, are you?”

You shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips. “I like the stage, I like to perform. I don’t mind people, but sometimes it can be too much to have all that…energy at all times.”

Nanami chuckles, knowing that feeling too well. Sure, he wasn’t a performer like you. But he had to deal with numerous people at work, at social events, and in his everyday life. Be polite, never turn down a conversation too quickly, talk about the work he hated, pass time with people who only saw him as a walking wallet or an eye candy, and live up to his status’ expectations…he was much more comfortable with his privacy.

“I understand. Guess it’s part of work, is it not?”

You nod, a sympathetic smile coming to your face as you bring your drink close to your lips. “Part of life to be honest.” But before you take a sip, you knit your eyebrows as you look down at it. You turn your attention back to Nanami, lifting your drink in the air with a much more genuine smile, and say, “Cheers, for being able to hold up for this long.”

He feels the same giddy feeling from earlier creep up to him again, shaking them off as he takes his glass and clinks it with yours gently. He cheered for other things all the time. This shouldn’t be any different just like giving a compliment to a stranger.

Maybe it is because this time is much more genuine than all those times he had to tolerate rather than celebrate.

“Cheers then.” He hums. Pulling the glass back and lightly raising it towards you, he savors the strong earthy notes of his whiskey. He has tasted this flavor before many times, but tonight, the bitterness felt much less overpowering thanks to your presence.

Much to his disappointment, the moment is cut short when your head turns towards the stage. He looks in the same direction, the cello player throwing his head back to signal you that you need to come back for the next set of songs. You sigh, slowly standing up from your seat with the drink still in hand.

“Duty calls.” You hum, looking at Nanami with a gentle smile. “This was fun. Maybe you should start sitting closer to the band rather than being all the way here.”

Nanami knits his brows, confused and intrigued by your insinuations. Before he can ask about what you mean, you quickly jump in to clarify it yourself.

“I get on that stage almost every night, I would be a poor performer if I didn’t recognize my audience.” You take a last sip of your drink, placing it on the bar for the bartender to take it away as you thank them with a smile.

Nanami feels his heart race. He didn’t know he had come so much to the point that you recognized his face. He thought he would pass unnoticed on each of his visits, becoming a wallflower that no one would interact with but the bartender. Looks like he was wrong. You of all people noticed him.

He takes a quiet deep breath to calm his speeding heart, his face facing you completely. It could be the whiskey talking, the liquid courage guiding this whole interaction that he thought would never happen otherwise, but he decided to take the chance and say.

“I’ll make sure to get the best seat.”

“I’ll make sure to save it for you.” You answered back, a soft chuckle escaping you.

You take a few steps away from your seat, slower than when you were coming from the stage to the bar. You then turn your head to look back at Nanami, hands coming together in front of you.

“You should get gin if you come next week. We’ll play swing and I find the combination quite wonderful.”

Nanami hums, the smallest of smiles escaping his stoic front as he looks at your polite and fairly demure behavior. He notices the ways your eyes grow shy as you wait for his response, understanding that it is an invitation to come next week.

“I’ll get gin then.” He assures you, his heart beating quite hard now despite the tranquil effect whiskey always has on him.

You smile. A bright smile that could have brightened this dim speakeasy on its own. You nod as you add, “Thank you for the chat, Mr. Nanami. Don’t be a stranger, please.”

And with that, you turn back to the band, a light pep on your step as evident by the way your dress’ fringes jump.

Nanami turns back to the bar, looking down at the empty glass before him and then at the glass you were drinking from. He sees the bartender take both away and asks them for another glass of whiskey as jazz begins to play again.

His feet once more guide him to you, walking through alleyways and empty streets long after the sun had set down with the moon and stars keeping him company. His mind is much quieter this time than the last, now aware that logical questions and should-statements were impractical to ask when it came to this new habit of his.

As he walked on the street that had the downward stairs that guided him to the seemingly unsuspicious door in the neighborhood, he was greeted with the sight of a few police officers who appeared to be heading to the same place as him. They were quite the number and Nanami knew what it meant. The warning that his heart was sending through his veins caused his steps to speed up to the policemen, gulping any sight of uneasiness down before he spoke up.

“Gentlemen, evening.” He bowed his head at them, his tone ever so neutral at this moment as if this were just another negotiation he did every day at work.

The men turn to him, inspecting his appearance before saying a thing. They bow back at Nanami with one of the policemen taking a step forward to him and taking out his badge for him to see.

“Evening, sir. I’ll have to ask you to evacuate the area, we’ve received reports of illicit production and sale of alcohol in this area and we will enforce the law on everyone at the establishment. A law-bidding civilian like yourself should save the trouble of witnessing such enforcement.” He warns, acting all high and mighty with Nanami as if they hadn’t met before.

Nanami takes a step forward to the policeman, digging out his wallet and pulling out a couple of bills that he then keeps in his hand. He smiles politely at the man.

“Officer, I appreciate the warning. I am afraid that there are no such activities in this area. I want to save you the trouble of wasting your time so you can be able to enjoy your evening as well. After all, there is no issue with enjoying yourself, is there not?”

Nanami reaches for the man’s hand, pretending to shake his hand as he places the money in the palm of his hand. To anyone walking by, this is just a citizen thanking and warning the law. To them, it is just business.

The officer smiles at Nanami, hypocrisy slipping through in the smell of cheap beer as he nods. He turns to the rest of the policemen, telling them that they got false input and that they should just head to their usual patrol around the north side of the city. The men bid farewell to Nanami, silently thanking him.

Nanami sighs once they are gone, leaning against the staircase fence. They were the same officers as last week, he isn’t stupid. The condescending tone alone told him that much. He is lucky he has a good job. Otherwise, he would have to buy cheaper alcohol if he kept using his money to bribe the cops away from there.

After a few minutes, Nanami walks down the stairs to the door that would’ve been busted open had it not been for him. Knock. Knock, knock. Knock. Knock. The pattern that is now ingrained in his body makes his heart race in anticipation. He walks in, almost sitting by the bar as he remembers your words from last time when he sees an empty seat for one closer to the band. You weren’t kidding last time…

Nanami walks towards the said seat, still a bit further from the stage since it is set by the wall. But as he sits, he notices there’s a reason why you specifically save this spot. He notices you recognize him, your smile beaming while you’re performing the swing set you mentioned last week. It was a clear and unconstrained view of the singer. No chairs in the way, no paths that others could take that would block the view for either of you, and no light that shone too brightly on either of you that would make it seem as if you were just a flash of light. It truly was the best seat.

But what made it better was the fact that you kept looking at him during your act, catching each other’s eyes without a doubt in mind that it was him you were looking at. No one else.

His heart races, more than it has ever before at this speakeasy. It wasn’t the thrill of drinking his negroni that contained the gin that was so prohibited at the time. It wasn’t bribing the law and breaking it. It wasn’t the girls that looked at him and tried to flirt with him. None of that made his heart race and the drink wasn’t helping ease that feeling down.

As he realizes the reason for his heart practically beating out of his chest that it would have run out of this bar from the sheer force, he looks at you. You, you, and only you as you swirl your pearls around your finger with a soft hum for everyone to hear. Maybe you were just, if not more addicting than the giddy water he drinks.

Nevertheless, there was one important difference. He can quit the booze, but not you.

[vantetaes]

PARENT TEACHER CONFRENCES🫧🥂

TEACHER!NANAMI X MILF BLACK FEM READER

SUMMARY!!! hardworking single mom yn is called to meet with nanami, her sons fourth grade teacher to discuss his performance.

WARNINGS!!! aggressive tones, cursing, penetration, oral {f}, mirror sex, affirmations, sensual, praises, 6.2k

the school hallways are eerily quiet, the usual chaos of children’s laughter, teachers and coaches directing the younger kids to class, and hurried squeaky footsteps replaced by the hum of fluorescent lights overhead. you stride through the marble floored corridor, the sharp click of your black heels slicing through the silence.

your grip tightens around the structured leather of your designer handbag as you reach the door labeled with big black lettering MR. KENTO NANAMI.

you knock twice, before using your entire body weight pushing the wooden door open without waiting for an invitation.

nanami looks up from his desk, his expression unreadable behind his gold square-framed glasses. he’s put together, wearing a clean tan suit. the matching jacket lay carelessly over the back of his chair while his white button up pressed shirt sleeves rolled up just enough to hint at forearm muscle, tie loosened just a fraction. the gold chain he wore underneath barely peeking through to catch the beams of sunlight coming through the large windows.

his whole aura screams methodical, disciplined, but there’s a flicker of something in his eyes when he meets your gaze. something unreadable.

“ms. l/n, i’m surprised. thank you for making the time.” he greets, standing as a courtesy. his voice is deep, smooth, but there’s an undercurrent of exhaustion beneath the professionalism.

you set your bag down on one of the two brown leather chairs before seating yourself across from him, back straight, chin tilted slightly upward. nanami watched as your blazer tightened around your frame as you fixed your posture. your sheer stockings with lace cuffing your thigh give the man a tease, revealing with the way your mini pencil skirt rose up to crease at your hips. the simple gold jewelry necklace that hung around your neck, being fixed by freshly manicured french tips.

and the one thing he could never forget about you, you smelled like homegrown vanilla and looked like you were moisturized by gods.

“i always make time when it comes to my son, mr. kento. let’s get to the point.” your tone is crisp, practiced, the same one you use when working around the most elite of clients and workers the same. although it never mattered to nanami. outside of those aura you present, he knew you’d crumble.

“it’s about yuji. he’s a bright kid. engaging , compassionate. but i’ve noticed a pattern of distraction in class. his assignments are often rushed, and while he excels in physical activities, he struggles to focus during lessons. i’m concerned he’s not reaching his full potential.” he exhales slowly, measuring his words. his hazel eyes lock onto yours for a moment, trying to gather an expression.

“so what are you saying? that my son is a problem all of a sudden?” your brows knit together, irritation beginning to bubble beneath your skin.

“not at all, in fact i love having him in my class. i’m saying he needs more structure. more consistency.” nanami doesn’t flinch, his gaze steady. he goes to grab a manila folder, with your sons name right on the front.

“you think i don’t provide that? do you know how hard i work to make sure yuji has everything he needs?” you fold your arms, nails tapping against your sleeve, leg beginning to jump. the small sound of your heel connecting with the flooring filling the uncomfortable space.

there’s a flicker of something in his expression—understanding, maybe, but not pity.

“i’m not questioning your dedication as a parent, ms. l/n. i see how much yuji adores you. but children, especially ones as energetic as him, need more than just material stability. they need presence.”

your jaw tightens. presence. as if you haven’t sacrificed enough. as if you haven’t built an empire just so yuji never has to want for anything.

“i’m present-” you say, voice quieter now, but still firm. “i show up. the amount of money i spend on this crappy little private elementary school, i should be the one signing checks.”

nanami slightly adjusts his glasses, tapping his finger along the opening of the folder. instead, his body shifts backwards in his chair, placing the cream folder in front of you. clasping his hands together, a small, tight line smile crosses his face.

“the amount of money you donate to helping your child’s future doesn’t impress me. do with that what you will. i didn’t mean for you to feel as though i was attacking you, ms. l/n. just bringing light to the situation.”

sitting forward in your seat, you lean over. your nails drum against the polished wood of his desk, slow, deliberate. his eyes can’t help but to draw down to your exposed cleavage. watching your necklace sway with your movements.

“you assume a lot, mr. kento.” your voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it now, a sharpness honed from years of speaking over men who thought they could talk over you.

“you see a distracted child and immediately think it’s a lack of structure. you see a working mother and assume it’s a lack of presence. tell me, do you make the same assumptions about fathers?”

“i don’t assume, ms. l/n. i observe. and what i’ve observed is a boy who looks over his shoulder every time he accomplishes something. searching for approval that isn’t always there.” nanami doesn’t blink, doesn’t waver. instead, he leans forward slightly, resting his forearms on the desk, his expression unwaveringly calm. you could smell the mint wafting off his breath.

“that’s not fair.” heat flares in your chest, something dangerously close to guilt threading through the frustration.

“it’s not about fair.” he says evenly.

“it’s about what’s real. yuji is brilliant, but he’s restless. he’s eager, but inconsistent. i don’t doubt for a second that you love him. but love and attention aren’t the same thing. help him or you’ll run him right into the ground.”

your lips part, ready to retort, but the words catch. because a part of you knows he isn’t wrong. knows that between early-morning meetings and late-night conference calls, between international flights and back-to-back negotiations, there are missed dinners, forgotten bedtime stories, moments you can’t get back. you work so he doesn’t have to struggle. but in doing so, maybe, just maybe, you’ve made him fight for a different kind of survival.

but admitting that feels too much like surrender.

“you’re out of line. i don’t think the dean would enjoy hear about how you spoke to their cash cow.” so you straighten, tilting your chin up just enough to remind him who you are.

“maybe-” nanami exhales slowly, pushing a hand through his blond hair. his voice remains maddeningly level.

“-but if i don’t say it, who will?”

silence stretches between you, thick with something unspoken. outside, the distant sound of a basketball bouncing against pavement echoes through the hallway.

“enough of this. i have to make it home for yuji. i appreciate your concern for my son but from now on, please mind your own business.”

collecting your purse and the folder, you stand up, straightening out your outfit. nanami stands also, watching as you flip your bouncy curls behind one ear, the skirt still high and teasing. nanami watches as your tiny frame shuffles over to the door, a smile sigh leaving his lips.

you grip the door handle, pausing just long enough to steady yourself. the conversation lingers, the weight of it pressing against your spine, taking in a deep breath.

infuriating.

“ms. l/n.” his voice stops you, low and deliberate.

“what now, nanami?” you inhale slowly before turning, arching a brow.

he watches you for a moment, arms crossed, expression unreadable. then, with the same frustrating composure he’s had all evening, “-i was too hostile.”

you blink, caught off guard. “excuse me?”

“i should have approached the conversation differently. more patience, less provocation.” he exhales, adjusting his tie, more out of habit than necessity. then, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world, “let-let me make it up to you. dinner.”

there’s a pause. sharp, charged.

then you laugh, a short, disbelieving sound.

“is this your way of apologizing?”

“it’s my way of offering a reset.” his lips twitch slightly at the corner, just slightly.

“would your wife be okay with you taking out a parent?”

“no wife. just me and you.”

you study him, searching for any sign of insincerity. but nanami is firm. there’s no arrogance in his offer, no expectation, just a quiet confidence that irritates you almost as much as it intrigues you.

“interesting, well. bold of you to assume i have the time. yknow, with me being an absent mother an all.” you say smoothly, tilting your chin up.

“bold of you to assume i’m not willing to wait, just like today.” he counters with a laugh without missing a beat.

the air between you shifts, charged with something neither of you acknowledge outright.

“send me the details, mr. kento. i’ll think about it.” finally, you smirk, pushing the door open.

you don’t wait for his response as you walk out, heels clicking against the tile, but you don’t need to. because for the first time tonight, you let him have the last word.

-

nanami: dinner. friday. 8pm. send me your preference, or i’ll choose.

you: you assume i’m free.

nanami: i assume you’ll make time.

you: bold of you.

nanami: so i’ve been told.

you: fine. pick the place.

nanami: i already have. i’ll send the details.

you: don’t disappoint me.

nanami: i wouldn’t dare.

read 6:25pm

-

soft jazz hums through your bedroom, blending with the quiet rustle of fabric as you smooth your dress down in the mirror. the dark red silk pulling just right at every curve of your legs and waist. here, in the warm glow of the vanity lights, with yuji bouncing on his heels beside you, you allow yourself a moment of softness.

“mom, you look so cool!” he beams up at you, eyes bright, his excitement buzzing through the air like electricity.

“you really think so, baby?” you turn to him with a warm smile, cupping his cheek gently, watching as the boys eyes lit up like a christmas tree from the affection.

“yeah! like a superhero!” he nods enthusiastically.

“you’re too sweet.” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead, immediately wiping off the faint outline of your lip combo.

behind you, mrs. okoye, yujis nanny, watches with a fond smile but says little, just straightening a few things around the room as if to give you this moment.

“but why are you dressed up? where are you going again?” yuji tugs at your hand, using his other to grab his stuffed bear.

“remember the meeting i had with mr. nanami?” you crouch to his level, smoothing a hand over his messy curly hair.

“when you got mad at him?” he scrunches his nose, pulling the stuffed animal closer.

“we had a discussion. and now, we’re having dinner.” you chuckle.

“so you like him now or are you guys just gonna talk about me, mommy?”

you smirk. “we’ll see.”

the doorbell rings. yuji gasps dramatically. “he’s here!”

before you can stop him, he dashes ahead, excitement bubbling over. he bolts around the corner, dropping his toy along the way. you shake your head fondly, grabbing your clutch and the brown bear and making your way to the door. when you open it, you blink, momentarily caught off guard.

nanami stands there, looking effortlessly composed. navy blue slacks, black button up sleeves pushed up just enough to hint at the veins decorating his forearm. the gold necklace fully visible unlike earlier. but what surprises you isn’t how good he looks. it’s the massive bouquet of red roses and baby’s breath in his hand. the red and white flowers somehow glistening in the moons light.

he stares at you in awe. the way the red dress compliments the rich brown of your skin. he admired how well you layered the gold and diamond jewelry, your warm house lighting catching the gleams perfectly. he loved the way the dress held you, how he could see the outline of your already hard nipples against the silk fabric.

“good evening, ms. l/n.” his voice is smooth, steady, but there’s something almost hesitant in the way he holds out the bouquet. “these are for you.”

“you bring flowers to all your parent-teacher meetings, mr. kento?” your eyes flicker from the flowers to him.

“only when i come on too strong.” his lips twitch, just barely, scratching the back of his neck.

before you can respond, yuji tugs at your dress. “mom! look, flowers!”

“i see that, baby.” you smile, accepting them with one hand while ruffling yuji’s hair with the other. then, turning back to nanami, you arch a brow.

“you’re trying very hard to be charming.”

“is it working?”

you tilt your head, considering, before turning toward the nanny.

“mrs. okoye, put these in water for me? and uh- make sure he’s in bed by 9 at the latest. he has a test monday, his brain needs the rest.”

“but mommy!”

“no buts, that’s how i ended up in this dress in the first place.”

mrs. okoye nods, taking them with a small, knowing smile. “of course, dear.”

“mom says you’re not gonna annoy her tonight.” yuji grins up at nanami.

nanami crouches down to hear the boy more, then glances at you, amused. “is that so?”

you smirk, stepping past the threshold. “we’ll see.”

-

the restaurant is warm and intimate. a few candles provide low lighting casting a golden glow over dark wood and crisp linens. it’s elegant, but not in the way that feels forced or ostentatious. it’s intentional, curated. something made to make you feel something.

nanami is composed, though somehow his tie discarded somewhere between the car ride and now. he looks, relaxed. or at least, as relaxed as a man like him allows himself to be.

“you chose well, i expected something more- predictable, if im being honest.” you say bluntly, running a finger along the rim of your wine glass, the red liquid swishing.

“ah, so you expected a steakhouse.” he lifts a brow, swirling the amber liquid in his own glass.

“no but i expected something safe.” you smirk.

he exhales, the closest thing to a chuckle slipping through his lips. “i don’t play safe.”

you study him for a moment, letting the words settle between you. nanami is measured, meticulous, but never passive.

“oh? you ordered for me?” the waiter arrives, setting down your plates with quiet efficiency. you glance down, amused.

“i made an educated guess.” nanami sets his napkin in his lap.

“i assume you don’t waste time on things like scanning menus when you already know what you want.”

“you assume a lot about me, nanami.” you lean back in your chair, regarding him with interest.

he meets your gaze without hesitation. “i’ve observed things about you since i’ve started teaching yuji.”

the corner of your lips lifts slightly.

“oh yeah? and what else have you observed?” you take another sip.

he cuts into his meal with precision, not breaking eye contact with you.

“that you’re sharp. decisive. used to being in control-” a pause. he places his glass between his lips, taking a quick sip. then, casually “-and that you rarely let yourself slow down ever.”

your grip tightens just slightly around your fork, tongue picking at the inside of your cheek.

“what else?”

“you’re stubborn. too scared to let anyone in. you think too much about what matters right now and not how it’ll affect your son or his growing up-“

“oh! so now you’re a therapist?”

“ha- ms. l/n, i’m not saying this to be rude. i’m just a teacher.” he takes another sip of his drink. “but one who pays attention.” he starts eating, eyes staying on your frame.

you exhale through your nose, shaking your head. “yuji talks too much.”

“he adores you.” nanami actually smiles at that, small, barely there, but real.

“he’s a good kid.” the warmth in your chest is immediate, but you mask it with a slow sip of wine.

“he is.” nanami leans forward slightly, forearms resting on the table. “-and he wants more of you.”

your jaw tenses, and he catches it, because of course he does.

“did you ask me out to berate me? you think i don’t know that?” your voice is steady, but there’s an edge to it now. you pinch the bridge of your nose, eyebrows furrowing.

“i think you know. i think you hate that you can’t fix it as easily as everything else in your life.” nanami doesn’t waver.

the honesty of it stings. not because it’s cruel, but because it’s true.

you inhale slowly, setting your glass down. “do you always talk like this over dinner?”

he tilts his head slightly. “would you prefer small talk?”

you hold his gaze, weighing the challenge in it.

then, slowly, a smirk curves your lips. “no.”

he nods once, as if he already knew.

the conversation shifts, flows. work, travel, books that neither of you have had time to finish.

the tension doesn’t leave, but it changes, settling into something less combative, more intimate.

at some point, the plates are cleared. at some point, your wine glasses are refilled for the fifth time. at some point, you realize you’re enjoying this.

and at some point, nanami sets his glass down, watching you with that same measured gaze, and says,

“would you let yourself slow down? just for a little while?”

the question hangs between you, heavier than the air, lighter than the wine.

and for the first time in a long time, you don’t have an immediate answer. in all your tipsy, deep talk with the man, you’d actually started to enjoy the way he was looking at you. how protective and smart he was. how much he cared about a child that wasn’t even his own.

-

the drive to nanami’s place is smooth, the city lights blurring past as the car hums through the quiet night.

nanami’s apartment is quiet, warm in a way that surprises you. large windows take up a vast majority of his walls. pure marble countertops, redwood flooring. ambient lighting coming from his carved baseboards.

“jesus, how much does teaching actually pay?” upon entering, the much taller man wastes no time bending down, hands tracing the outline of your body as he carefully removes your expensive heels, placing them to the side and grabbing a pair of slippers from the adjacent shoe rack. carefully sliding them on you, letting you adjust, he walks you over to the bar stools.

“i’ve been teaching a long time, ms. l/n-“

“shit, maybe i should quit my empire and start. and please. call me yn.”

a record hums low in the background, something slow and rich, filling the silence between you.

he moves with his usual precision, reaching into a fully see through cabinet. pouring two glasses of whiskey without asking, handing you one with a steady hand. his fingers brush yours, just for a second, and it’s enough to make something flicker beneath your skin. you take a sip letting the heat settle in your chest.

“let’s move to the couch.” he walks from behind the island, helping you off the high bar hair and leading you by the small of your back to his sleek black couch.

“such a gentleman, who would’ve thought.” you joke, leaning back against the couch.

“you expected something else?” nanami sits beside you, not too close, but close enough.

“i expected something colder.” you tilt your head slightly, studying him. his lips pressed to the glass yet his eyes are focused on the way your dress creased at your waist.

“i’m not as rigid as you think, im sorry about earlier.” his lips quirk, just barely. finally taking a drawn out sip, he places his glass down on one of the sleek black coasters.

“no?” your gaze lingers on him over the rim of your glass.

he exhales, slow, watching you the way he always does, like he’s considering his next words carefully.

“no.”

-

you’re curled into the couch now, one leg tucked beneath you, nanami sitting close beside you, his hand resting on your knee, thumb tracing slow, absentminded circles against your skin. the city lights below flicker and shine through the darker space. it felt really natural in a sense.

“so, yuji? are you still in contact with his father or-“

your eyes widen as you place the rim of the glass to your lips, drinking in as much of the liquid as you could. already feeling the affects of the wine from dinner and the two glasses of aged whiskey tenfold. your head drops, your bouncy hair covering the sides of your face.

“woah, im sorry if it’s early-“ shaking your hand, you finish off the drink. placing the glass back down.

“i mean, what really is there to say? he got me pregnant, decided he didn’t want to have a wife or a son. left. pretty simple.”

nanamis eyes crease at the side a little, watching as your expression began to falter.

“i won’t bring it up again, im sorry.”

“it’s not your fault. i knew you’d get curious eventually.”

the rest of the conversation flows easily, the whiskey loosening the edges just enough. you talk about work, about travel, and nanami listens intently, his attention never wavering. at some point, the distance between you shrinks, you can feel the warmth radiating off him.

“that’s in a week?” he asks, the coldness of his ring sliding across your now exposed thigh.

“a week? i wish! that’s a day to day schedule.”

“holy shit! i’d rather double the size of my classes.”

your glass is fully empty when he reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray curl from your cheek, tucking it behind your ear.

you pause, breath catching just slightly. “what are you doing, nanami?”

his touch lingers, his thumb ghosting along your jaw. “just checking on you.”

his voice is quiet, deep, pulling you in like a slow tide. you should say something sharp, something to deflect, but you don’t. instead, you hold his gaze, letting the moment stretch, letting the tension coil tighter between you. the pad of his thumb rubs across your face gently.

“you always this bold?” you murmur, tilting your chin up just slightly.

“not usually.”

you find yourself leaning forward, falling into the man’s smell. his blonde hair beginning to loose its shape from the day, falling in front of his face. jokingly, you remove one of the fallen strands, pushing it back up into the style before. he leans forward fully, finally connecting your lips.

it’s slow at first, testing, like he’s waiting for you to pull away. when you don’t, he deepens it, his hand slipping to the nape of your neck, fingers threading around your skin as he pulls you closer. he tastes like whiskey, warm and smooth, and something unmistakably him.

your fingers curl into the fabric of his shirt, gripping him as he presses against you, his other hand sliding to your waist, guiding you into him. the way he moves is controlled, deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. with your back pressed to the arm of the couch, you could feel the hunger radiating off the man.

when you break apart, you’re breathless, your pulse thrumming beneath your skin.

“tell me if this is too much.” he murmurs, his lips grazing your jaw.

you shake your head, a small smirk playing at your lips. “you think i don’t know what i’m doing?”

nanami exhales a quiet chuckle, his lips brushing yours again, softer this time, slower. “you’re a headache.”

“you like that, though.” you hum, trailing your fingers up his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

his grip on your waist tightens. “i do.”

then he kisses you again, deeper, hungrier, like he’s done pretending this isn’t exactly where the night was always meant to end.

his other hand finds your waist, pulling you fully against him, his grip firm, unyielding. he kisses like he does everything else. controlled, intentional, like he’s taking his time memorizing the way you taste, the way you move against him.

you sigh against his lips, your hands moving to his shirt, fingers slipping beneath the fabric to find the warmth of his skin. his breath hitches slightly at the cold touch, and the sound sends heat pooling low in your underwear.

“you always this damn patient?” you murmur impatiently against his lips, teasing.

nanami exhales a quiet chuckle, though there’s an edge to it now, something unraveling at the seams.

“not always.”

you smirk, your nails dragging lightly down his chest, feeling the way his muscles tense beneath your touch.

“then don’t be.”

his restraint cracks.

nanami moves without hesitation, his hands gripping your thighs as he pulls you into his lap, settling you against him. the shift has you gasping softly, and he takes advantage of it, his mouth trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat, lips and teeth and tongue leaving a slow-burning path in their wake.

you tilt your head, giving him more access, helping him out by hiking the skirt of your dress up to your hips, showing off your matching red lace panties. your fingers threading into his hair, tugging slightly. he groans against your skin, low and deep, his hands sliding beneath the fabric of your dress, fingertips teasing against bare skin.

“yn-” he breathes, voice rough with restraint, forehead resting against your collarbone. “-tell me you want this.”

you guide his face back up, meeting his gaze, dark and heavy with desire. your fingers brush along his jaw before pulling him back in, your lips barely grazing his as you whisper.

“i do.”

whatever tension was left shatters.

nanami stands effortlessly, lifting you with him as he moves through the apartment, his mouth still on yours, his hands gripping you like he has no intention of letting go.

when he reaches the bedroom, he presses you against the doorframe for just a second, just long enough to look at you—really look at you.

“last chance.” he murmurs, though his hold on you says he already knows the answer.

you smile, slow and knowing, fingers tracing down the buttons of his shirt before slipping one free.

“shut the hell up and fuck me, nanami.”

nanami doesn’t hesitate. the second the words leave your lips, his mouth crashes into yours, all slow-burning control unraveling into something deeper, something more desperate. he carries you effortlessly across the threshold of his bedroom, his grip firm but careful, like he’s savoring the way you feel against him.

the room is dimly lit, the city lights outside casting a soft glow through the windows, but you barely register anything beyond the warmth of his body, the way he moves, the way he kisses you like he’s been waiting for this—like he’s been holding himself back for too long.

he sets you down gently on the edge of the bed, the fluffy black duvet puffy up as you sit. but before he can pull away, you tighten your grip on his shirt, keeping him close.

“uh- don’t act shy now.” you murmur against his lips, fingers making quick work of the remaining buttons.

nanami exhales sharply, his hands settling on your thighs, thumbs pressing slow, deliberate circles into your skin.

“trust me, shy is the last thing i am.” he says, voice low, rough with restraint,

you smile, trailing your hands down his chest, feeling the solid warmth of him beneath your fingertips. then, in one smooth motion, you push the shirt from his shoulders, letting it slide to the floor. disappear into the floor from the nights darkness.

your gaze sweeps over him, taking in the broad planes of muscle, tattoos littered across his skin. the faint lighting contouring his abs. your fingers trace over, your touch featherlight.

“you stare a lot.” he murmurs, amused.

you hum, tilting your head as you drag your nails lightly down his torso. “i like what i see.”

his breath stutters just slightly, and before you can tease him about it, he leans down, capturing your lips in another deep, lingering kiss. this one is different. slower, heavier, like he’s savoring every second, every sigh, every way your body reacts to him.

you let him, melting into the warmth of his touch, into the way his hands slide up your sides, tracing over fabric as if debating whether to remove it.

“nanami.” you murmur against his lips, impatient now.

he exhales a quiet chuckle, lips trailing along your jaw, down the column of your throat, pressing slow, deliberate kisses against your skin.

“hmm?”

“stop teasing.”

he pulls back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze, something unreadable flickering in his eyes. then, his hands move. slow, steady, as he starts to undo the zipper of your dress.

“uh uh uh, say please.” he murmurs, lips curving just slightly.

you arch a brow, amused despite the heat pooling low in your core.

“you’re pushing your luck.”

nanami smirks, fingers trailing over newly exposed skin, making you shiver.

“and yet, you haven’t stopped me.” he muses, voice dipping lower. with ease, he slips the dress from around your waist, gently pushing your body back to lay down in the warmth of the comforter.

his lips trace soft kisses down your collarbone, nipping slowly at the skin. you gasp, head falling back into the mattress, enjoying the feeling of warmth coming from the man’s breath. he proceeds down, planting kisses down to your exposed chest, tongue faintly sliding over your swollen buds.

“oh! fuck nanami, i’m gonna hurt you.” propping your body up on your elbows, he pushes you right back.

“fine, since you wanna be so impatient.”

dipping down, he picks you up, tossing carefully you so that your head rest on his massive pillows. crawling up to you, his lips pepper kisses. down your sternum, under your breast, kissing slowly down your torso, planting one first one to your belly button.

“how pretty they are, hm? just for me?” his voice raspy and hiding hunger, you let out a small sigh, fingers grasping onto the man’s blonde locs.

his head dips between your thighs, mouth pressing against your clothed cunt. a slight hum comes from his chest, letting his head fall to one side as his eyes look up at you, drunkenly.

without further hesitation, he pulls your panties to the side, tongue immediately collecting your slick that pooled. this was the most intimate you’ve been in a man since yuji was conceived. and god did it feel good.

his hands hook around your legs, holding you open in a middle split while one hand held the lingerie to the side while the other rubbed slow, agonizing circles into the swollen nub. he uses his tongue to slowly pump in and out of your throbbing hole. in the darkness of the room, all you can see is stars and made up shapes floating around in the void. tears pooling at the corners of your eyes as you feel nanami begin to slowly suck at your clit, plump lips wrapped gently around while the tip of his tongue spells out his name. his middle and ring finger pushing and pulling out of you, the sounds of wetness filling the room.

your mouth open, head thrown back into the pillows, and fingers grasping onto the man’s head for dear life, he ate you like he was starving. like a wild beast. everytime he removed his lips from sucking, using his fingers to curl up inside you, fucking your gummy walls.

“nami- oh! i’m gonna cum!” he knew it. he felt how tight you were getting around his fingers. how you were pulling him in now.

“you’re so beautiful, do it. make a mess on my fingers.”

that was enough to have you throwing your arms around the man’s neck, pulling him into a hug as the coil in your belly burned.

“shit! oh fuck.” he let you hold onto him for a few seconds before he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, watching as you frown from the lack of touch.

instead, climbs off the bed, uses his abs to wipe his hands off. he swiftly undoes his leather belt, unbuckling his slacks and tossing them somewhere else in the room. almost hopping right back onto the bed, he climbs back to your limp frame.

“you okay?” he asks, removing a few strands of hair sticking to your forehead.

“mhm.” you give him a weak thumbs up, letting your hand fall against his chest. he leans over, placing a swift kiss to your lips.

“i know you can give me another one though.”

and maybe that’s how you ended up here. bent over his sink, watching as he fucks you passionately. one hand gently around your throat, holding you up, and the other dug securely into your waist. his strokes are slow, sensual. but the way he was looking at you. his eyes got darker, body seemed to get bigger, and he was fucking you in front of his mirror.

“i knew you could take it, hm? say ‘i’m all yours’.” he watched you in the mirror as your makeup smudged and began to run down your face.

“i’m all yours, nami!” you cry out, feeling full from his length.

“mhm, good job baby. now say ‘im a great mother’.” you shake your head before he stops you, halting his movements and staring at you in the mirror. lips pressed against your ear, eye contact never stopping.

“was i asking you? say it.” you whine, trying to fuck yourself into his length, only to get met with a slap on the ass.

“say. it.”

“i’m a great mother!” he rams back into you, causing you to hunch over the counter. eyes still on the mirror as your breast press against the cold marble. he’s relentless, needy. his hand presses into your back as he fucks into you.

“yes you fucking are baby. let me give you another one.” he didn’t know what he was saying. all he knew was that seeing you, bent over his counter, eyes rolling to the back of your head, drooling. he never wanted to stop. he never was going to. he could feel the climax building, watching and feeling as you came undone under him.

“i’m gonna cum baby, oh fuck!”

-

it’s a short drive to his school, and before long, you’re stepping out, holding his hand as you walk him to class. yuji doesn’t mind- not yet, at least. he swings your arm between you both, talking about his favorite cartoons and how he’s going to beat his friend at some game they play during recess.

but as you reach the door to his classroom, his chatter slows, his fingers curling around yours a little tighter.

you glance down at him. “what’s up, baby?”

“you’re gonna be okay today, right?” he hesitates, then looks up at you with those big, earnest eyes.

you blink, caught off guard.

“of course. why wouldn’t i be?”

“sometimes you look tired after you drop me off.” he shifts on his feet, playing with his fingers.

your chest tightens.

you crouch down so you’re at his level, cupping his little face in both hands.

“baby, i’m always okay. especially when i get to come home to you, you hear me? you’re my favorite person in this whole world. i’m always okay when im with you.”

he nods, his tiny hands resting over yours.

“promise?” his voice small.

you lean in, kissing his forehead.

“i super promise.”

a throat clears behind you.

you already know who it is before you turn, feeling the weight of his gaze before you even meet his eyes.

nanami stands in the doorway, his usual crisp attire perfectly in place, though there’s a softness in his face when he looks at yuji and a different kind of softness when his eyes flicker to you.

“good morning, yuji.” he greets first, as always.

“morning, mr. nanami!” yuji chirps, then glances back at you.

“mommy’s happy today.”

your lips part slightly, surprised at his boldness, but nanami only nods, as if he already knew.

“good,” he says simply, then meets your gaze, something unreadable flickering behind his glasses. “i like seeing that.”

your breath catches for just a second, but before you can respond, yuji tugs on your hand.

“okay, mama, you can go now. love you!”

you exhale a quiet laugh, leaning down to kiss his cheek.

“love you more, baby.”

he runs inside without another glance, leaving you standing in the doorway with nanami, his presence steady beside you.

you glance up at him, tilting your head. “you always this charming first thing in the morning?”

“only with you.” he exhales softly, almost a laugh.

“dangerous habit, mr. kento.” your heart stumbles, but you cover it with a smirk.

nanami hums, hands in his pockets. “so i’ve been told.”

you roll your eyes, shaking your head as you take a step back.

“see you later, nami.”

“looking forward to it.” his lips twitch into a smile.

you turn, heading back down the hall, but you can still feel his gaze on you.

and for once, you don’t mind being watched.

part {2} {3}

© vantetaes. do not modify, repost, translate, or plagiarize any of my works. ageless/blank blogs dni.

[trixy812]

010 °🥂⋆. Too Nice

The alley was quiet, save for the sound of the heated kisses you and Nanami were sharing. His hands remained steadfastly on your waist, as though clinging to the last remnants of control, but his body betrayed him—he was utterly captivated, and he knew it.

“This isn’t the place for this,” Nanami murmured against your lips, but made no actual effort to pull away. His voice, usually steady and composed, trembled ever so slightly, a sure sign that he was teetering on the edge.

“Of course not, Nanami. A dark, secluded alley is definitely not the ideal place for making out,” you teased, your arms tightening around his neck to eliminate any gap he might have dared to create.

Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep, measured breath, as though attempting to summon some shred of dignity. “This is reckless.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Reckless? What’s next? ‘Improper’? ‘Unbecoming of a responsible adult’?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat, his deadpan delivery so perfectly Nanami that it sent you into a fit of laughter.

“God, Kento, loosen up. You know what I think? I think you like this. The thrill that someone might catch us…” you quipped, letting your hand drift provocatively to the growing tension in his trousers.

Nanami’s jaw tightened, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he briefly averted his eyes. “That’s not…”

“Not what? True?” you interrupted, clearly having too much fun at his expense. Leaning closer, your lips brushed his as you whispered, “You’re such a prude—but a hypocritical one.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with another kiss, one that left him no choice but to surrender. When you pulled back, Nanami’s breathing was ragged, his eyes darker than ever.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly yet tinged with a rare, playful edge.

“And?” you shot back smugly, pressing yourself even closer. “Go on, admit it—you love it.”

Nanami fixed you with his trademark serious expression, though there was something new in his eyes—a flicker of heat, of vulnerability he rarely let surface. “What I love,” he said quietly, “is that you drive me insane.”

Your eyebrows shot up, delight dancing across your face. “Then say it. Come on, Kento, say it. Call me your personal whore.”

Nanami blinked, slowly, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard you correctly. “…What?”

“You heard me. Say it. I like it.”

For a moment, he simply ran a hand down his face, clearly debating every life decision that had led him to this point. Then, with that classic air of Nanami-esque resignation, he gave you a look so exasperated it was almost endearing.

“That’s what you want to hear? Fine.” Leaning in close, his voice dipped lower, deliberately measured. “You’re an insufferable menace.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. “That doesn’t count!” you wheezed between giggles.

Nanami, looking annoyingly pleased with himself, adjusted his tie (because of course he did) and said, perfectly deadpan, “It’s the best you’re going to get.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, still grinning. “You don’t have the guts to say it, do you?”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pressed you back against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your ear as he spoke, his voice low and devastatingly calm.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Why not? I’m literally asking you to!” you protested, your hands playfully pushing against his chest.

Nanami tilted his head, studying you with a look that was equal parts fondness and mild irritation. “Because someone in this relationship needs to maintain a shred of decorum. And it’s clearly not going to be you.”

Your jaw dropped, caught between indignation and laughter. But before you could fire back, he silenced you by cupping your face and kissing you deeply, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, his voice was soft but firm, his gaze pinning you in place.

“I don’t need to say it. You already know.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence, your teasing smirk replaced by wide eyes and a flush spreading across your face. And then, like clockwork, the realization hit—a warm, electric wave that had you shifting on your feet. You squirmed subtly, your body reacting almost involuntarily, and you cursed under your breath when you felt just how much wetter your underwear had gotten. Biting your lip, you tried to regain some semblance of composure, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“God, Kento,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Now I really don’t want to leave this alley.”

Nanami sighed, long and suffering, though the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away. He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he gently tugged you toward the alley’s exit.

“I know. That’s exactly the problem with you.”

-

A/N: is this so namby-pamby? This is a repost, I reblogged my bestie's sicksorrows and I posted it there at first.

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[nanamineedstherapy]

💀 JJK MASTERLIST | CRACK, ANGST & UNHINGED CHAOS 💀

📌If you like corporate angst, questionable power dynamics, toxic love triangles, and men being menaces, congrats—you’re in the right place. 🖤💀

💌 ABOUT MY CATS 💌

🐾 My Cats with Flowers 👩‍💻 Angsty Nanago Glazers Community - A support group for those of us who believe Nanago makes more sense than Satosugu. Go argue with a wall.

🔥 HEADCANONS & UNSOLICITED OPINIONS 🔥

📜 JJK Controversial Opinion: The Anti-Sugar Baby Manifesto 📜 [Tumblr/Ao3]

👔 Nanami Kento - Swearing Headcanon 👔 [Tumblr]

📖 LONG FICS & SERIES 📖

🥂 Third Wheeling Your Own Marriage 🥂 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing

Nanami Kento x F!Non-Sorceress CEO Reader x Gojo Satoru

📖 Summary: You should be overjoyed that Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento are your husbands. But you feel your skin crawl as you become the third wheel in your own marriage.

🥩 Mouth to Meat 🥩 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Completed

Cannibal Yakuza Ryomen Sukuna x [Retracted] F!Reader

📖 Summary: Dr. Y/N L/N is tasked with profiling Ryomen Sukuna, a feared yakuza boss known for his violent tendencies and taste for human flesh. Through a series of therapy sessions, she gains his trust—or so it seems. But Sukuna isn’t the only predator in the room. Behind Y/N’s professional demeanor hides a secret far darker than even Sukuna’s sins. When the masks drop, it’s clear: monsters don’t always look like him.

📚 To Love & To Ruin 📚 [Tumblr/Ao3] - Ongoing

Teacher!Geto Suguru Vs Nanago (Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru)

📖 Summary: Suguru finds himself entangled in a web of his own making, unsure whether he’s trying to fix what he broke or just ruin what Gojo has built. Meanwhile, Nanako and Mimiko’s meddling could have consequences none of them are ready for. Also, Sukuna’s getting sealed in Shibuya!

😂 CRACK COCAINE ONE-SHOTS 😂

🐯 Ooga Booga Battle Royale 🐯 [Tumblr/Ao3]

F!Reader x Pre-Historic Neanderthal JJK daddies (Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Geto Suguru, Zenin Toji & Ryomen Sukuna)

📖 Summary: Prehistoric, period-accurate Neanderthal JJK daddies fighting over you? With grunts, rocks, & zero verbal communication? Say less.

🐈 Send Gojo? No. Send Nanami? Also No, But Less No. 🐈 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Tsukumo Yuki x F!Reader x Ieiri Shoko - Pre-established but Nanami Kento & Gojo Satoru are also here.

📖 Summary: In which Nanami gets emotionally & physically taxed, Gojo should never be left unsupervised, & Shoko, Yuki, & you hold an unholy amount of power over them both. or What if you, Shoko & Yuki, are in a poly relationship & somehow all your cycles sync? How much are we torturing Nanami???

🤰 Help! I'm a Woman & I Got My Two Male Boyfriends Pregnant 🤰 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader x Ryomen Sukuna

📖 Summary: You got Gojo Satoru & Ryomen Sukuna pregnant. Now they’re spiraling, thinking you’re going to leave them. Send Mother Mary.

🍗 The Gojo & Geto KFC Breakup: A Reenactment 🍗 [Tumblr/Ao3]

📖 Summary: The JJK gang reenacts the KFC breakup in their own deranged ways.

🌸 Fluffy Oneshots🌸

💋 Bubble Butt Problems 💋 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento X GN!Reader X Gojo Satoru

📖 Summary: Nanami Kento has a problem, you & your wandering hands!

🦇 Smudges & Giggles 🦇 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Trueform!Ryomen Sukuna x GN!VampireReader

📖 Summary: Vampire you comes home drunk to Ryomen Sukuna, who's trying his best to get the makeup off your face while you try to become a menace incarnate.

🍷 Sips of Solitude 🍷 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento x Gojo Satoru or lovingly Nanago/Gonana

📖 Summary: Satoru Gojo, the invincible sorcerer, faces an unexpected challenge on his birthday: loneliness. But when he ropes Nanami Kento into a night of drinking, things take a hilarious turn. From awkward sips to questionable drinks, watch Gojo navigate the perils of birthday surprises and hangovers, all while discovering the true meaning of friendship in the unlikeliest of places.

🖤 Angsty Oneshots 🖤

🎉 Seven Minutes in Heaven 🎉 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Gojo Satoru x F!Reader

📖 Summary: It was supposed to be a normal frat party. Just a stupid game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. Just him, king of never taking anything seriously, getting shoved into a closet for a dumb dare. And yet. Now, he can’t sleep. Can’t think. Can’t stop thinking about you. And one by one, his friends are starting to realize—Whatever happened in that closet? It never really ended.

🔪 We had a taste & now we can't leave you 🔪 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Gojo Satoru x GN!Reader x Nanami Kento

📖 Summary: A night of reckless attraction leads to obsession as two dangerous men, Gojo Satoru & Nanami Kento, refuse to let you go. What begins as a fleeting connection spirals into a dark, inescapable reality where freedom no longer exists.

🥶 Love, Death & Robots 🥶 [Tumblr/Ao3]

JJK Men x Home Appliances Edition

📖 Summary: Ryomen Sukuna = Double-door Fridge, Gojo Satoru = Condensor, Nanami Kento = Microwave, Fushiguru Toji = Dishwasher, Kashimo Hajime = Stovetop Burner, Geto Suguru = Ice Cream Maker, and Kenjaku = Blender.

🌼 His Chrysanthemums 🌼 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Widowed!Fushiguro Toji x GN!Reader

📖 Summary: Grief lingers like a shadow, following even the strongest hearts. Toji’s world was shattered, and though time moved forward, he remained anchored to the memory of what he’d lost. A new presence offers a chance to heal, but unseen and unheard, someone fights to return to him, defying the laws of life & death.

🌊 I lost you when I lost me 🌊 [Tumblr/Ao3]

📖 Summary: You never wanted to say it. You never wanted him to know. But when the truth comes out—when the realization hits—there’s no escaping the devastation that follows.

👁️ In Shadows of His Heart 👁️ Watching Megumi fall in love with someone else 👁️ [Tumblr/Ao3]

Fushiguro Megumi x Unrequited GN!Reader

📖 Summary: I watched him from the shadows, from across hallways and rooftops, through laughter and heartache. Over the years, Megumi Fushiguro became the center of a world he’d never know he created within me. My words stayed locked away, my feelings buried, while he found comfort in another’s arms. And still, I remain—close enough to share his silence, yet forever worlds apart from the piece of him I can never reach.

🤫 Silent Whispers 🤫 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

📖 Summary: Toge's speech may be limited, but his emotions are not. On his birthday, you both deepen a connection that is quiet yet unbreakable.

🚨 Through Tears & Determination 🚨 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Lovely Runner meets Nanami Kento

📖 Summary: Imagine being an obsessed Lovely Runner fangirl, but instead of saving your bias, you’re in Shibuya trying to keep Nanami alive. Good luck.

🔥 Smutty Oneshots 🔥

🤓 The Symphony of Spite 🤓 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Ryomen Sukuna x GN!Therapist Reader x Nanami Kento Crybaby!Gojo Satoru x ..... (he's after one of your manz)

📖 Summary: No summary. You can read at your own risk. Because I don't even know what a good summary for this would be. Also Crybaby!Gojo getting backshots from his Yandere. Toji, Hiromi, Shoko, Kusakabe, Ijichi, Ino, Suguru, & Haibara are also here for reasons. Comes with a chart to understand everything better.

💎 Velvet Sin & Clandestine Vows 💎 [Tumblr/Ao3]

Nanami Kento x Billionaire F!Reader (Also, Gojo Satoru is there)

📖 Summary: Nanami at a bougie party? Weird. Nanami getting dragged into a bathroom with a mysterious woman? Even weirder. Let the scandal begin.

📬 ASK BOX STATUS: OPEN 📬

💌 Requests are open! I love writing angst, dark content, & crack humor fluff. Feel free to send ideas or prompts!

🔥 Not yet good with smut, though, as I'm still new to this.

🚫 No incest or grooming requests, but murder & genocide? Fine. Hahahaha.

🦂 Tag yourself: Are you Nanami’s kazoo, Gojo’s corporate incompetence, or Haibara’s obsession?

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[arlerts-angel]

For your 500 follower event!!

(Congrats by the way!!)

Personality wise, I’d like to think I’m fairly funny. I’m sarcastic, and can come off as mildly dramatic. I’m a big softie at heart!!

I’m literally whipped for Kento & Satoru from jjk. I can never pick between them so maybe you can decide who I pair better with lmaooo.

If you need any other info you can message me :)

Thank youuuu ❤️

thank you so much! 🥰

your NYE with 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 looks like:

being his +1 at the office party. nanami is a classy man and the annual NYE celebration hosted by his company is a can't miss black-tie event. he has a manhattan in one hand and your waist in the other when clock strikes midnight. 🥂

be the life of the party 🪩🍾

[satoruhour]

Babe do you think the JJK men (Satoru, Suguru and Kento) are Ass or Tits guys?

Also good luck on your assignment 😭😭

You have a busy day tomorrow too so don't sleep too late!!

-🥂

oh my god im the worst person to ask this ques cause id say stupid crap like 'they would like every part of u!' ok but

gojo - tits, but canot resist a glimpse of ur ass too

geto - ik its not an option but THIGHS . thigh man thru and thru

nanami - nanami is a difficult one, but im leaning more towards ass

ill try champagne anon 😭😭😭! thank u thoooo ❤️❤️

come say hi <3

[playedbetter]

🥂 my favorite part of the canon

🧂 my least favorite part of the canon

— for Payday!

Meme / Accepting!

Favorite

I earnestly love the supernatural plot so much, it gives the gang an interesting challenge and is a fun thing of bad vs worse. Plus it was the main source of character development for the characters who got that, namely Bain. In general I love conspiracy type plots and unraveling them.

Least Favorite

I am going to skip over the various bigotry and problematic content cause it should be obvious that I don't enjoy that.

I absolutely hate how after Kento's death Jiro has nothing to do and says literally nothing and just stays with the gang. He should have gotten the chance to show his grief and perhaps even quit the gang given that Bain literally killed Jiro's one reason to live, regardless of Kento's involvement with Murkywater I doubt Jiro could ever forgive that. And his ending of heading to Japan with Sangres just to disappear is really disappointing and honestly? I don't see why he's still alive at that point. The poor man has nothing left and any bonds he made are with people who now are excusing his sons murder as necessary.

[trixy812]

010 °🥂⋆. Too Nice

The alley was quiet, save for the sound of the heated kisses you and Nanami were sharing. His hands remained steadfastly on your waist, as though clinging to the last remnants of control, but his body betrayed him—he was utterly captivated, and he knew it.

“This isn’t the place for this,” Nanami murmured against your lips, but made no actual effort to pull away. His voice, usually steady and composed, trembled ever so slightly, a sure sign that he was teetering on the edge.

“Of course not, Nanami. A dark, secluded alley is definitely not the ideal place for making out,” you teased, your arms tightening around his neck to eliminate any gap he might have dared to create.

Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep, measured breath, as though attempting to summon some shred of dignity. “This is reckless.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Reckless? What’s next? ‘Improper’? ‘Unbecoming of a responsible adult’?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat, his deadpan delivery so perfectly Nanami that it sent you into a fit of laughter.

“God, Kento, loosen up. You know what I think? I think you like this. The thrill that someone might catch us…” you quipped, letting your hand drift provocatively to the growing tension in his trousers.

Nanami’s jaw tightened, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he briefly averted his eyes. “That’s not…”

“Not what? True?” you interrupted, clearly having too much fun at his expense. Leaning closer, your lips brushed his as you whispered, “You’re such a prude—but a hypocritical one.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with another kiss, one that left him no choice but to surrender. When you pulled back, Nanami’s breathing was ragged, his eyes darker than ever.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly yet tinged with a rare, playful edge.

“And?” you shot back smugly, pressing yourself even closer. “Go on, admit it—you love it.”

Nanami fixed you with his trademark serious expression, though there was something new in his eyes—a flicker of heat, of vulnerability he rarely let surface. “What I love,” he said quietly, “is that you drive me insane.”

Your eyebrows shot up, delight dancing across your face. “Then say it. Come on, Kento, say it. Call me your personal whore.”

Nanami blinked, slowly, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard you correctly. “…What?”

“You heard me. Say it. I like it.”

For a moment, he simply ran a hand down his face, clearly debating every life decision that had led him to this point. Then, with that classic air of Nanami-esque resignation, he gave you a look so exasperated it was almost endearing.

“That’s what you want to hear? Fine.” Leaning in close, his voice dipped lower, deliberately measured. “You’re an insufferable menace.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. “That doesn’t count!” you wheezed between giggles.

Nanami, looking annoyingly pleased with himself, adjusted his tie (because of course he did) and said, perfectly deadpan, “It’s the best you’re going to get.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, still grinning. “You don’t have the guts to say it, do you?”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pressed you back against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your ear as he spoke, his voice low and devastatingly calm.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Why not? I’m literally asking you to!” you protested, your hands playfully pushing against his chest.

Nanami tilted his head, studying you with a look that was equal parts fondness and mild irritation. “Because someone in this relationship needs to maintain a shred of decorum. And it’s clearly not going to be you.”

Your jaw dropped, caught between indignation and laughter. But before you could fire back, he silenced you by cupping your face and kissing you deeply, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, his voice was soft but firm, his gaze pinning you in place.

“I don’t need to say it. You already know.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence, your teasing smirk replaced by wide eyes and a flush spreading across your face. And then, like clockwork, the realization hit—a warm, electric wave that had you shifting on your feet. You squirmed subtly, your body reacting almost involuntarily, and you cursed under your breath when you felt just how much wetter your underwear had gotten. Biting your lip, you tried to regain some semblance of composure, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“God, Kento,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Now I really don’t want to leave this alley.”

Nanami sighed, long and suffering, though the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away. He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he gently tugged you toward the alley’s exit.

“I know. That’s exactly the problem with you.”

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I need nanami to call me his personal whore but hes too nice to do that anyway

[shrekisshrimpthesimp]

Somewhere Only We Know

Part 2 of Enchanted

Nanami Kento x FReader

Word Count: 4,177

TW: suggestive themes, domestic abuse, infidelity, mentions of diagnosis, shibuya arc spoiler, ANGST

a/n: the cliffhanger kept bugging me so i had to write this. It's shit but now I can finally rest in peace lmao hahaah and thank god i found the perfect song which inspired this one, as u can tell its somewhere only we know by keane :')

'Do you Naoya Zenin, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?'

'I do', Naoya said with a smug face.

The officiant turned to you, 'Do you Y/N L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?'

Love? Comfort? Honor? It's funny. In an arranged marriage between clans of sorcerers, this never happens. These are just words, merely words that don't hold any meaning, words that aren't true, words that are merely decorative facades to the truth behind such marriages. It disgusted you. It made you sick. Must you respond to such a repugnant question? Must you agree to such a repulsive vow? Must you marry Naoya Zenin? This was the first day you even met the man. His eyes were dark, filled with malice not the honey colored ones that speaks tenderness, his smile, his grins, the smirk of a loathsome man, not the ones that were gentle and kind. But he's the one you're marrying today. This is your fate and there seems to be no escape. You tried but it seems the universe was against you. So you had no choice but to take it all in.

'I do', you succumbed.

'I now pronounce you husband and wife', the officiant declared and the crowd cheered. Today, the Zenin and L/N clan has been united. With this union, a powerful force between two jujutsu sorcerer family has been established.

'It's what's best for the family', your mother told you before the wedding. And this day is the sole reason for your existence. As a daughter of the L/N family you were raised to be married off to another powerful family and today it has been fulfilled.

While you walk down the aisle with your husband beside you, the submission to a life you never wanted has finally happened.

—

Nanami felt a little dizzy from suddenly being teleported by Gojo. He was trying to regain his strength when he heard the blue eyed sorcerer click his tongue and cursed, 'Shit'.

Nanami's attention then slowly shifted to the sound of the opening door of the wedding hall. And there you were, clad in the most elegant kimono, you looked like a painting, an ethereal beauty. And beside you was a man he knew who came from the prominent Zenin family, the next clan head, Naoya. Nanami's eyes grew in shock, he was too late. And while he was staring at you filled with overwhelming regret, you noticed him and looked in his direction which caused you to stop walking. Naoya noticed this and looked in the direction you were looking.

'Oh, I did not think Gojo Satoru himself would greet us personally Mrs. Zenin', he smirked, 'why don't we go ahead over there?' Naoya then led you to where Gojo and Nanami was.

'Fancy seeing you here Gojo Satoru', Naoya spoke arrogantly.

'I came here for my friend...and to wish her all the happiness in the world', Gojo responded, who then proceeded to take your hand and kiss the back of it.

'Hmm, I see, who else do we have here? Ah, if it isn't for the legendary black flash during the night of the hundred demon parade, himself', Naoya eyed Nanami suspiciously.

'I..I', Nanami stuttered which was unusual 'Congratulations Y/N', he bowed in respect.

Ever the most formal, Nanami's actions made you smile. You then extended your hand to which he reciprocated.

'It was enchanting to meet you', you looked at him one last time, trying your hardest not to cry and beg him to take you away.

'Let's go now sweetheart, we have other guests to greet', Naoya interrupted your moment. And just like that Naoya Zenin whisked you away from Nanami.

'What the hell were you stuttering for Nanami?!', Gojo scolded him.

'We're too late Gojo', Nanami sighed, 'thanks for everything', he patted his shoulder and left.

'Oi! Nanami', Gojo shouted. 'Are you just gonna leave like that?!'

'There's nothing else I can do', he looked back at him.

'You're gonna regret this', Gojo told him.

'What's another addition to my never-ending list of regrets Gojo?'

'Nanami', Gojo tried to console his friend but Nanami turned around and went away.

—

You did not expect to see Gojo and Nanami earlier today. You were surprised to actually see them. Could you blame yourself if you thought they were there to come and get you? A foolish fantasy it was. It seems that they really only came to congratulate you. And that would probably be the last time you're gonna see Nanami, the last time you're gonna feel his touch.

'You're better off without me and I'm better off without you', you remembered his words vividly. And probably he was right, you were born in such a complicated family, in a complicated world, it was probably best that Nanami did not reciprocated your feelings. But when Naoya touched you tonight, you can't help but think of Nanami. Would Nanami be this rough? No, he wouldn't, he would be gentle and sweet and loving. But Nanami's not the one inside you tonight, Nanami's not the one harshly exploring every inch of your purity tonight, no, it's Naoya. And Naoya is the man you married and you're gonna be stuck with him for the rest of your life. You can only let the tears from your eyes fall as you think of the wicked life destiny has given you.

—

The cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully this year. Its petals danced gracefully with the wind as the breeze gently caressed Nanami's face and he remembered you. He remembered the first time you met was under the Sakura tree, he remembered the picnic you set up for him with all his favorite dishes, he remembered your sparkling e/c eyes, your sweet laugh and your warm smile. He remembered you, he remembered it all. It's been two years since you got married but no matter what he does, in every little thing, he sees you, he misses you, he longs for you, he regrets losing you. But there was nothing he could do but live in remorse for the rest of his life. If only he told you how he really felt, if only he was brave enough to grab your hand and escape on your wedding day, if only… That's the only thing he can do now, to think of the 'what ifs'. And while he was filled with thoughts of his regrets he heard Yuji's voice calling him.

'Nanamin!', Yuji waved and ran to him, 'Staring into space again?', he asked curiously.

'What is it Yuji?', Nanami fixed his glasses.

'Principal Yaga called for you'

'I see, I'll be there'.

'Copy, boss', Nanami cheerfully saluted.

If it wasn't for Yuji and the other students from Jujutsu High, Nanami doesn't know how he'd spending his days wallowing in self-loathing. Thankfully, they were there to keep his mind off you. But it seems that Nanami can never really escape you.

—

'Nanami, there's a mission that specifically requested for you', Principal Yaga announced.

'Tell me the details', Nanami sat in front of the principal.

'The high-ranked officials of the Zenin clan will be away for months, including their head, Naoya, leaving their household vulnerable.'

'And?'

'Well, Naoya himself drew up this request, saying that he was very impressed with your performance during the night of hundred demons parade, he trusts you to personally stay in his household and escort his wife, Mrs. Y/N Zenin'

Nanami was surprised to hear your name.

'You know how it is with these clans. Women are apparently not included in their meetings so Y/N is left behind and apparently, there have been rumors that she's been sick so even if she's an experienced sorcerer herself she's not in shape to look out for the household', Principal Yaga explained.

'I see, when do I go?', Nanami did not hesitate to accept the request. It's selfish of him but he really wanted to see you. He wants to know how you've been doing. And he wants to see your smile, hear your voice, he wants to be with you, even just for a little while.

—

What Nanami didn't know was that he was greeted with a Y/N he didn't know. What were once eyes filled with life and wonder was now filled with emptiness. What once were lips who smiled graciously and laughed generously now spoke lifelessly.

'We're under your care Mr. Nanami Kento', you bowed formally as if you've never seen this man before.

'It's good to see you again Y/N', Nanami tried to lighten the atmosphere but you bowed at him one more time and left, heading straight to your room.

Nanami barely sees you, you rarely go outside your own room. It was like you shut yourself from the outside world and became a willing victim to your own prison. Maids would just leave foods outside your door, sometimes you accepted them but most of the time you sent them away. Nanami grew more concerned as the days went by. He was meant to look out for the whole household but most of the time he only stationed himself out of your door trying to get an opportunity to talk to you.

One fine early morning, when the sun was still too shy to come out and when everyone was still asleep, you decided to go for a walk. You hated being seen hence you prefer to lock yourself inside. It's been a long time since you breathed fresh air, but it was still suffocating nonetheless. You suddenly had trouble breathing and your vision was getting blurry. You were about to fall when you felt somebody catch you.

'Y/N?! Are you okay? Y/N, can you hear me?', a familiar voice called for you. A soothing sound you've always wanted to hear again. You have almost forgotten the face this voice belongs to.

—

Nanami was panicking outside your door while the maids tended to you inside. You have become so frail, so fragile and what made Nanami worried, no, angry even was when he saw bruises on your skin. They were perfectly covered with your long kimono during the first time he arrived in your house but when he carried you this morning, those bruises became visible. What is Naoya doing to you? How could he? Nanami was clenching his fists thinking what he would do to your husband when he sees him when the maids went out of your quarter.

'H-how is she?', Nanami asked worriedly.

'She's fine Mr. Nanami, this happens very often', your maid replied.

'Very often? Then what about the doctor? Is she sick? Why won't you call a doctor?', Nanami raised his voice.

'I'm sorry sir, there's nothing else I'm allowed to tell you', the maid bowed and was about to leave.

This annoyed Nanami so much that even if he wasn't allowed to, he stormed your quarters to which the maid shocked in horror.

'No sir! You mustn't', your maid tried to pull him away.

'I-it's fine, Kurumi, let him stay', you mustered all your strength to sat up and tell your maid.

'But madame-', your maid protested.

'Please? This is the only request I ask of you', you pleaded her.

Upon seeing the look in your eyes, your maid understood and left you two and Nanami alone.

'What is happening Y/N? Why are you - what's with all the bruises? Is he hurting you?', Nanami was troubled and very distressed.

'It's good to see you again Kento', you smiled weakly at him.

Kento, this was the first time Nanami heard you call his name again. This was the first time Nanami has seen you smile again.

'You were never meant to see these bruises', you explained as you tried to cover them.

'Tell me Y/N, did Naoya do those to you?', he asked.

'And what will happen if I tell you Kento?'

'I-I…'

'It would probably be best if we don't speak of it again, ok?', you requested him.

'I-I understand. Just tell me if there's anything I can do', Nanami gave in, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, he just wants you to feel safe around him.

'Then, for starters, can you buy me the first chocolate cake I've tasted from the bakery you brought me when we first met?', you looked at him with doe eyes.

Upon hearing your request, Nanami couldn't help but smile, 'Certainly, I'll get them right away'.

Nanami immediately came back as soon as he bought the cake. Oh the light that filled your eyes once you saw it. It was the eyes of the Y/N Nanami knew. And he looked at you lovingly as you gobbled up the cake. He was glad you're eating again. He was glad seeing you so happy while eating the cake. And he would do anything to keep you smiling.

The next few days he started bringing you the foods that became your favorite back when you were working with him and Nanami was filled with relief of how your appetite came back as soon as he started bringing you foods. He also decided to cook for you, replacing the traditional meals your maid brought you with dishes cooked in garlic oil which was his favorite and eventually became yours too.

'Oh, Kento this is heavenly', you giggled as you took one bite. 'Thank you Kento', you smiled tenderly at him. And Nanami was glad. You were back, the Y/N he knew was back and he swore he would do anything to keep you smiling again.

One night Nanami found you sitting outside the balcony, staring into the sky.

'Y/N, it's cold, what are you doing here?', Nanami said while covering you with his coat.

'You're always the gentleman Kento', you teased him. 'I know you would never hurt anyone'

Your sudden change of tone worried Nanami, 'Y/N'

'Naoya, he-, it's been two years but I still wasn't able to conceive a child. He hates me for it'

Nanami's insides were churning with anger. 'I-is that why he hurts you?'

You tried to smile through the pain. 'Well, that and many other things. You know, the Zenin family isn't really known for being matriarchal', you tried to joke.

'Y/N, come with me', Nanami looked at you earnestly. 'Leave this place Y/N.'

'Kento, wha-

'I should've done this a long time ago. The night you confessed to me I should have said what I really wanted to say. On your wedding, I should've grabbed you and whisked you away, I should've - I'm sorry for being weak Y/N, I'm sorry for being such a coward, I'm sorry', Nanami sobbed and it surprised you, you've never seen Nanami teary eyed before.

'Kento', you caressed his cheeks.

'I love you Y/N, I love you so much. I love the way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you pout, the way you whine, the way you get angry, the way you tease me. You're the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. I can't lose you again, I love you Y/N', Nanami confessed.

How you longed to hear those words. What you'd give to hear Nanami say that he loves you. And you couldn't believe it. This is now your chance to be free. This is now your chance to finally be with the person you truly love.

'I never stopped loving you Kento. Please, take me away', he wiped your tears and tenderly kissed you. And it warmed your heart, because this was the first time you felt such a gentle kiss.

Right when you were about to escape, your name was called by a familiar voice.

'Madame Y/N?', your maid called you.

You never really expected escaping the Zenin household would be easy.

'Kurumi, I-

'Please let us leave peacefully or else I won't have a choice but to render you unconscious', Nanami stepped in.

'No, madame. I only came here to bring you this, it's very cold tonight', your maid handed you the scarf.

'Kurumi, t-thank you', you pulled your maid into a hug.

'Please live happily madame', she rubbed your back. 'Now, you must hurry or others might see.'

You smiled gently at her one last time while Nanami gave his gratitude.

Your actions tonight will surely bring about catastrophic repercussions but may they forgive you for being selfish once more. You only have limited time left, you only wish you can spend it with the one you love.

—

Eloping with Nanami has been like a dream. You've never felt so cherished, so loved. You used to wake up before feeling the heavy weight of the role you have to play as Mrs. Zenin. But now, such is not the case anymore. As soon as you open your eyes, you are greeted by feathered kisses by the man you love and him telling you how much he loves you. You couldn't ask for more.

Nanami took you somewhere away from the blinding lights of the city, away from the cruel world of jujutsu sorcerers, away from your wicked fate. It's located in the countryside, where the green is lush, where you are surrounded by the gentle hush of the wind, where it's peacefully silent. You used to hate the silence in the Zenin household, it was a deafening silence. But here with Nanami, it was a calming silence, where it is warm. Nanami stopped reporting to Jujutsu High so he can always be with you. He said he'll probably just get an employment nearby. This is nice. It was nice planning a domestic life with the man you love. But you felt bad because there was something you were not telling him. You did not tell him that a few months ago, you were diagnosed with an illness and the doctor said that you only have a few months to live. That was why you were treated like a rotting corpse by Naoya, probably since there was no more chance of you conceiving him a child. But you couldn't tell Nanami, because you don't want him to treat you like you were dying. You wanted him to treat you normally, you wanted him to speak of his plans, of his dreams with you. You want to live the fantasy of getting a miracle of living a long life with Nanami. You could only pray every night for the gods to answer your wishes.

'I love you Kento', you told him out of the blue while you lay on his chest.

'What's with the sudden confession, love?', he brushed your hair.

'Nothing, just wanna let you know', you giggled and looked up at him, 'And thank you for bringing me here. To this place… somewhere only we know'

'I like that, a place somewhere only we know', he kissed your temple, 'stay here with me forever love, here in this place, somewhere only we know'

'I will, Kento. I will'

'I love you so much', Nanami gently brushed his knuckles against your face as he pulled you into a tender kiss.

Oh how you wish this moment could last forever.

The next evening, Nanami received a text. Upon reading it, Nanami's face grew anxious and you noticed.

'What's the matter, love?', you asked.

'Nothing', Nanami tried to deny.

'There's something wrong isn't it?', you cupped his cheeks.

'No, I-... There's an incident in Shibuya. It seems the curses have gone out of control and non-sorcerers are being transfigured and-

'Do you want to go?'

'I promised you Y/N. I promised to leave that life behind and never leave you'

'But?'

'You know me so well, my love. Would you hate me if I go?'

'You've always had a good heart my love, and that's one of the many reasons why I love you. And I could never hate you'

'Thank you my love. I'll come back as soon as possible, I promise', he then gently grabbed your waist and pulled you into a tight hug. 'I love you so much', he said while kissing the tip of your nose.

'I love you too, my love', you responded as you put your lips against his. 'Maybe you can also bring me that cake', you cutely smiled that made Nanami laugh.

Nanami went to Shibuya that night only to never return.

—

It's been four days since the Shibuya incident and Nanami still hasn't come back. You have not heard from him ever since the day he left. Was he injured? Is it bad? Is it critical? Did something terrible happen? What if? No, it cannot be. No, you should stop thinking about the worst things. But you can't help but feel more restless as the hours go by. There was only one way to know.

You never would've wanted to leave the haven Nanami gave you but you want to know what happened to Nanami or else you're gonna lose your mind.

You never thought you'd enter the Jujutsu High once more, it was as silent as ever. While walking inside, you noticed the sakura tree where you first saw Nanami. The place where you were first enchanted to meet him. The cherry blossoms were beautifully blooming today, as if to remind you of the love you've found.

You hurriedly went to the building, trying hard not to be seen by others. But no one can really escape the bearer of the six-eyes.

'Y/N', you heard a familiar voice called.

'Gojo… I- please you did not see me here', you hurriedly tried to walk away.

'It's fine Y/N, I'm aware of your situation. Nanami told me the night you eloped'

'Kento, Gojo. Where is Kento? I have not heard from him ever since he left for Shibuya', you frantically asked Gojo about Nanami's whereabouts.

'Y/N, Nanami, he, he's… just come with me', Gojo's eyes looked like there was something so painful that he couldn't tell you and when you noticed it, the heaviness in your heart worsened.

Each step towards where Gojo was leading you felt excruciating. The ignorance of what awaits you gnaws at you. Then Gojo finally stopped and opened the door.

'Y/N, I, I'm sorry'

And there you saw a body covered in a white blanket. You slowly went inside and unveiled the covers. Your heart dropped, your heart sank. It was shattered, broken in pieces. You screamed and wailed, seeing the person you love the most lying here, lifeless is a pain you can not explain. It was like you lost all the reason to live.

'Kento, you promised me', you sobbed. 'You said you'd come back', you laid your head upon his chest, dampening his cold skin. 'Why? Why did you leave me', you were weeping uncontrollably, hardly being able to breathe.

'Y/N, breathe Y/N', Gojo tried to rub your back for comfort.

'I don't want to, Gojo', you broke down. 'Let me be with Kento please', you bawled as you buried your face on the crook of Nanami's pale neck.

And you never left Nanami's side, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to day and by the time Gojo came back the next day, he found you beside Nanami, still embracing him. It was silent, did you fall asleep? Gojo wondered. He tried to shake you gently to wake you up but there was no response. Gojo started to panic. He tried to feel your breathing through your nose but there was none. He tried to get your pulse but there was none. Gojo hurriedly went to get Shoko to check on you.

'It seems that… she followed Kento right away Satoru', Shoko told Gojo after checking your pulse.

'What are you talking about Shoko?'

'Her heartbeat stopped when she lost him. I've never seen a love as strong as theirs Satoru. Let's only hope they'll find the happiness and peace they deserve in the afterlife.'

A tear fell from Gojo's eyes after hearing what Shoko had to say. All this time he's been rooting for both you and Nanami, he did not expect it would end this way.

'So, I heard my unfaithful wife was here', a voice interrupted Gojo's mourning.

'Naoya', he looked at him with contempt.

'Oh? What's this she died too?', Naoya sounded amused which irked Gojo.

'Leave them both alone Naoya', Gojo gripped strongly on Naoya's shoulders. 'Let them go in peace to a place… somewhere only they know.'

Credits: @koma_rouge

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hate it when people say “it’s just a 2d character” well i tried dating 3d men irl and it was a waste of time so back to the anime i go

[lxnarphase]

hello :) and yk— what if— hear me out— somno w nanami. Like of course you’ve talked about it and of course you said it was okay…so nanami……shouldn’t feel dirty over it, right? It’s been a long long day and all he wanted to do— what he thought he wanted to do was just snuggle up against u and sleep. But then you had to go n sleep in his clothes..yeah…fuck…..that definitely did smthn to him. Just his shirt and underwear? oh baby..don’t be surprised when you wake up to your bf/husband between your legs…..

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somno somno somno !! this is my favorite i know nanami gets carried away with the thought that you trust him so much to do this with him !!

somno with nanami 'i can just have sex with my wife when she wakes up' kento who wakes up after trying to be a nice husband and just let you sleep, groggy and disoriented.

but he's uncomfortably hard, his fat cock straining against the soft material of his pajama pants. he can feel that they're wet, the front soaked with his precum. that dream...that dream ruined him, the image of you confidently sat on his face, hands in his hair as he moaned into your cunt, dizzy from the taste, the smell, the feel of you...fuck, just thinking about it again make a thick gush of pre drip from him.

a quick glance and he knows your still sleeping...but your voice rings out in his head, hearing you excitedly giving him permission to touch you as you slept if he never needed you.

that's how he finds himself between your legs, his big hands holding your hips still as he devours you, messily making out with your pussy as he groans and sighs your name against your clit. "god, i missed you," he murmurs against your slit, tongue swiping over his lips before pressing a wet kiss to your clit. "missed you so much today."

he's given up on trying to let you sleep, he wants you, no, needs you to wake up. he misses the way you look at him needily, mouth open as you call his name, begging for him to make you cum. nanami's eyes are zeroed in on your face, waiting to see those eyes open.

"come on, honey, wake up, wake up for me." his tongue slides up your pussy, swirling against your clit before dipping back down into your oozing hole, groaning when he feels your hips cant up, the pudgy fat of your mound squishing into his mouth. he's always so messy when he eats you out, but he's trying even harder, wanting to see if he can make you cum right as you wake up. the wet squishing of his mouth kissing, sucking, and slurping at the sweet slick leaking from you and the cute sleepy moans he pulls from you are music to his ears.

but the poor man is too into it, too focused on the taste of your cunt to notice that you are awake. no, he doesn't realize it until your hands grab his hair and smush him against your pussy, crying his name as you cum, your cum pouring into his mouth as he just keeps eating you out.

"mm, sorry, honey, i got carried away," he softly mutters against you, his eyes looking into yours from his spot between your legs. "i wanted to see if i could put it in you before you woke up, but you just taste so divine." another lick up your cunt is followed by the feeling of nanami's fingers coating themselves in your wetness.

"can you give me one more? hm? just one more and i'll show you what i'll do to you next time you're sleeping so pretty for me."

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(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 quick lovemaking after a long day at work...

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns. established relationship (husband!wife), chubby!reader, non sorcerer modern au. usage of profanity, masturbation, spooning position, mating press (towards the end) praise kink, spit kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie, terms of endearment — sweetheart, angel, dear, baby, my love, etc. a quickie, but very soft and sensual. kento is just a very h*rny man who craves his wife's touch. this has slight plot but it’s pretty fast paced! 2.6k word count.

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hey y'all. this will be my last fanfic of the year, and of course it's my husband kento. i was inspired by this five second clip. don't even know who that is, but i was like whew. ART CREDIT — ilameys via twitter. be prepared for this to be a husband!wife series. who knows? hehe. don't have much to say, but i hope y'all enjoy. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 🥂 interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. available to read on ao3

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𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬—again. It was probably the fourth time this week doing so. Being a salaryman wasn't easy. Long shifts. Lack of sleep. Barely having the time to tend to his personal life. This was a lifestyle that Nanami was used to and ultimately okay with. However, that all changed when he met his beautiful wife, Y/N. She was his joy. Everything he did was for the sake of their future together, but along the way, he couldn't help but feel as if he was neglecting her. 

Although work can be crazy at times, this week was busier than usual, causing his time with Y/N to be limited. He missed her dearly. The most time he had with her this week was fifteen minutes in the morning while eating breakfast or when she would bring his lunch to him at work. Whatever time spent, he was sure to cherish. But the personal joys they did together, such as reading books, going to museums, or a stroll in the city, is what he really wanted. 

Nanami looked forward to the weekend because he knew he would use off time to make up for lost time with Y/N. 

He returned home, and to his surprise, a plate of food was on the table, wrapped up and awaiting his arrival. He cursed himself for allowing this to happen again. Eating meals were his staple with Y/N, especially dinner since it would just be them talking about how their day went. 

After heating up the food to eat, which tasted just as good as if it was freshly made, he went to shower in the guest bathroom downstairs so he wouldn't wake up Y/N. As he was showering, his thoughts got the best of him. 

What if she leaves me? I wouldn't be surprised if she finds someone else to give her the attention she deserves. 

Why was Nanami thinking this way? He didn't know. But his thoughts soon became lewd. Fuck, he desperately needed Y/N. It's been almost a week since they had sex. Her pussy was his home, and he yearned for her comfort. 

He missed the taste of her arousal lingering on his tongue. How she wrapped around him, moaning his name. He was deprived of Y/N's touch and only wished it was her who was currently stroking his cock for him. She did a much more suitable job. The two-hand twist combo she does—yeah, he needed that. Nanami knew he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time he had an opportunity fucking his wife. 

His strokes increased with the thought of Y/N in mind. Her beautiful full, saggy tits that he enjoyed putting his dick in between. He took his time to cherish her thick body with kisses, outlining every stretch mark with his tongue. Her ass, decorated with cellulite and waves resembling the ocean, would form when she took him from the back. His favorite place to hold was her love handles. She was slightly insecure about them, but Nanami vowed to handle them with extra love. 

She was simply perfect. 

Seeing her kneel before him to suck him off, pretty plush lips parting around his cock. Gosh, why were these thoughts flooding his mind? Maybe that was why he was moaning Y/N's name low enough so only he could hear. He needed to fuck her. His dick was aching for her pussy. It only took Nanami thinking about how ethereal she looked while cumming before a spray of his bitters hit the shower wall. His grunts were low yet harsh, nearly gasping for air. Such a satyromaniac he was. 

Once Nanami was done with his shower and masturbation session, he went upstairs to join Y/N in bed. Before doing so, he stood in the doorframe to watch her peacefully sleep. She was so damn beautiful. Living in a high-rise condo had its perks, and witnessing how the moonlight descended upon her dark brown skin was one of them. Even nature was captivated by Y/N's beauty. Sometimes Nanami even questions how he was so blessed to marry a woman like her? 

He watched Y/N a bit longer before walking to the dresser to grab briefs to wear. Nanami's preparation for bed included moisturizing his skin and spraying Y/N's favorite cologne that she gifted him—Bleu de Chanel. After doing his quick routine, he quietly slipped into bed to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek and have his arms find her waist to take comfort. Spooning her was a feeling Nanami would never grow weary of. 

As he slowly intertwined his fingers with Y/N, he felt her bringing his hands to her lips to place delicate kisses. 

"Hi, Ken. You're home," Y/N said softly in her sleepy voice. Even so, she sounds sweet. 

"Hi, my love. I'm sorry for waking you."

"No, it's okay, baby. I was waiting for you anyways—" She yawns, "but I kind of dozed off."

He sat up a bit to look at her while talking. "It's only my own fault for returning home late. However, I told you not to wait for me, sweetheart. I don't want you to lose sleep because of me."

"It's okay, Kento—I want to." Y/N rested her hand on his cheek to gently brush her thumb on his bottom lip. Even through heavy eyes, she looked at him with such tenderness. Nanami held Y/N's wrist to lean into her touch. This is what he looked forward to when coming home. 

She continued, 

"How was your day?"

"It wasn't too bad. I have no complaints about how I'm ending it," he replied with a small smile. 

"Did you eat the food I left on the table?"

"I did. It was delicious. Thank you, dear."

"Anything for you." While massaging his bottom lip, she puckered her own to ask for a kiss, which Nanami happily gave. 

The first few smooches started innocently, becoming familiar with the sweetness of her raspberry-flavored gloss that she always wore to bed. But Nanami's urges tempted him to do more. He left gentle kisses on Y/N's face before trailing down her neck. The kisses were filled with libido, nipping on her flesh to pull those faint whimpers from her chest. The sound alone had adrenaline rushing to his cock. 

Nanami reached under the covers to ascend his hand up her nightgown to massage the plushness of her ass, slowly creeping his fingers between her folds. She pulled off the covers so he could have better access to feel her pussy, opening her legs up. 

Y/N's wetness caused Nanami to curse against her skin, yet he felt selfish for waking her up for his sexual desires. So he began to pull away. 

"I'm sorry, my love. You're tired. We shouldn't be doing this."

She pulled him back to her lips. "No, Ken, please. I need you, baby. Just a quick one from the side, okay?" 

How could he say no to that? 

He kissed her passionately, immediately forcing his tongue to the back of her throat. In between smooches, Nanami told Y/N how much he loved and missed her, pulling down his briefs to give himself a few strokes. He lifted her leg up to swipe his dick along her heated wetness. She moaned into his mouth, which he devoured while aligning himself with her entrance to push his way through. 

Y/N nipped on his bottom lip to let out a lingering whine upon feeling her pussy split open. A week feels like forever since they were engulfed in each other's warmth. However, for Nanami? He just knew he would bust quickly.

Being inside Y/N felt like sitting on a cloud. No worries. Just peace. Her juices produced heat that could keep his cock warm on a cold day in the city. Nanami continued to slide in her walls until his tip met with that sweet spot that made her a mewling mess. Upon the meeting, he began thrusting. 

He hooked Y/N's leg over his forearm as he pounded her pussy. The tips of his ears burned red due to hearing those soft sounds of pleasure airing past her lips. The gushing of her pussy acted as a harmony that resonated with the moans she was already producing. She croaked, no begged Nanami to fuck her harder because she was just as deprived of him. 

Nanami had no complaints about working his thigh muscles. Hearing Y/N desire him always motivated him to deliver her climax sooner. There was something about fucking her wet fat pussy that made him hornier than usual. Perhaps thrusting past Y/N's puffy folds decorated with strands of hair had something to do with it? He couldn't explain it, but the hair on her pussy added an extra pleasure that he loved. 

He gave her a sensual smooch, then ghosted his lips over hers to watch her eyes light up in great delight. 

"Ken—this feels so good," Y/N purred. 

"No, you feel so good. I miss you so much. You've been such a good girl keeping this pussy nice and warm for me. You're squeezing me perfectly."

"I love you."

His dick twitched. "Fuck, I love you, too, sweetheart. My perfect angel."

His drive now resembled a wild animal. He didn't know where to place his hands. One minute they were rubbing her tits, the next it was toying with her clit. Nanami was fucking Y/N as if there was no tomorrow, balls slapping against her ass. The sounds of her pussy gushing began to heighten in volume. Anyone listening would think it was a steamy porno video, but it was just two lovers making sweet love to each other. 

If Y/N was tired before, she was definitely awake now. Despite that, she knew this quick fuck would put her to sleep. She loved his dick. So long and girthy, every inch filling her insides to feel the veins engrave her walls. Y/N wasn't the one to boost a man's ego by saying her pussy was theirs, but she would scream at the top of her lungs to let the world know it was Nanami's. 

Being a good husband and good dick will definitely have you this way. 

Y/N pulled her tits out of the nightgown she was wearing. Without asking, of course, Nanami swallowed her breast to suck while fucking her. With every thrust he took, her nerves increased. It would only take a few more until she came over his cock. Her moans were breathy yet clear. Lips held agape while droplets of drool coated the side of her mouth. Her pussy clenched and unclenched Nanami, stuck between not wanting to let go and almost ready to let go. 

After sucking on her tits, Nanami detached from them with a pop to look at Y/N. How could someone look this beautiful while being stuffed with cock? He was close to cumming from just watching her, but feeling her? Pussy painting his dick white? The juices leaking between her thighs and remnants on his balls, their sheets? His eyes rolled back at the sensation. If Nanami didn't know any better, his toes were also curling. 

"I'm sorry for being away from this for so long, sweetheart. Fuck, I can't stress enough how amazing you feel. How are you this wet?"

"It's okay, baby," Y/N whimpered. Why does she sound like that? It's like her voice was filled with honey. 

He nodded, giving her soft smooches. "Yeah, it's okay? Hm?"

"Y-Yes, Ken. I-I'm so close. 'M want more."

He slammed into her pussy at full force while rubbing mercilessly at her needy bud. He began moaning her name and calling her a good girl for taking him so well. Their brown irises were blown with pure lust as they held contact with each other. Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. She stuck out her tongue, and Nanami never expected he had a spitting kink until he met Y/N. He allowed a long string of spit to drip into her mouth before meeting her lips again. 

The kiss was sloppy, loud, and obnoxious. The power in his thrusts was beyond him. Y/N's pussy just felt too good not to fuck like this. Pussy like this was bound to make him a satyromaniac. Pussy like this makes him want to breed her. 

"This pussy is so good, angel. I want to fuck my cum deep inside you and make you a mommy. Would you like that?" Nanami rasped.

"Oh God, yes. Yes, Kento. Please cum in my pussy. Make me a mommy." Y/N's hand trailed down his spine, stopping at his lower back to pat repeatedly. She was there. She was—"Baby, keep fucking me like this. I'm cumming."

"Fuck, Y/N."

He quickly pulled out to turn Y/N on her back to pin both her thighs back as far as they could. Before Nanami slid back in, he slapped his cock on her clit to hear that pretty sure of her pussy gushing. The feeling of returning inside her was even warmer than before. Nanami pounded into her at a steady pace but ensured every thrust was passionate. Hearing Y/N scream out his name only gave him more motivation. 

She gripped the sheets beneath her doing her best to take this deep fucking from Nanami. To have the energy to fuck like this after a long day at work was mind-blowing to Y/N. But not as blown as her pussy. She whimpered through every last thrust until her vision blurred and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She stared at Nanami. He always fucks her well. However, this? This was more than usual. What's gotten into him? Why was he fucking her like this? 

"Ken…" came out as a faint whisper. 

She orgasmed. 

While looking into his crisp brown eyes, she saw stars. Her walls were contracting uncontrollably around him. Seven minutes of being fucked into oblivion of ecstasy. Words couldn't even come through due to them tangling in her throat. Just breathy moans that were hitched. She repeatedly mouthed, "Thank you, I love you," because that's how she truly felt. Fucked and in love. 

And it didn't take a while for Nanami to follow behind. 

As he continued to fuck Y/N through her orgasm, squirt splashed between them and leaked down their sheets. Heat rushed to the center of his face. An overflow of his cum shot through the tip of his cock to flood her pussy. Harsh curse words sinfully slipped through Nanami's lips as soon as his release came, but his powerful thrusts didn't stop. He wanted to ensure he milked every last bit of his seeds in Y/N as deep as possible. Nanami was very serious about making her a mother.

The coiled moans finally unravel in Y/N's throat upon feeling his heated cum ooze in her pussy. She continued by expressing gratitude for the long-needed orgasm she yearned for. 

Nanami eventually halted his thrusts to allow his cock to get cozy in her pussy. He unpinned her thighs to let them wrap around his waist, and she did the same with her arms to pull him into a passionate kiss. While swirling tongues, Nanami slowly pulled out, to which they shared a final moan. 

Y/N felt complete with the amount of cum marinating in her pussy. And when remnants attempted to leak out, Nanami would swirl his finger inside of her to push them back in. She knew this would definitely be enough to get her pregnant.

After a few more kisses, Nanami rolled on his back to let out a heavy breath. He pulled Y/N onto his chest to kiss her forehead softly.

"Was I too rough with you toward the end?" 

"Hm, kinda. But honestly—I loved it. I wouldn't mind if you fucked me like that from time to time," Y/N answered. 

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜. 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙙 𝙗𝙚 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙. ♡

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[spitcrank]

i am cold hut i'm havinf fune nami ):

@spitcrank & @officalichigogo come here real quick!!

[trixy812]

🅼🅰🆂🆃🅴🆁🅻🅸🆂🆃

˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—ＪＪＫ˙ . ꒷ 🍰 . 𖦹˙—

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✰ 001 - Gossip is my passion

Content: fluff, funny, Sorcerer!Reader

Synopsis: A curse forces its victims to spill their secrets. This secret will be totally worth it.

✰ 002 - ONE SHOT ♪ I knew it!

Content:  A little bit angst, unrequited love, with happy ending, Reader!Sorcerer, fluff, with a friend like Gojo, who needs enemies?, Reader and Nanami are both red flags

Synopsis: About how you tried to confess your feelings twice to Kento Nanami, and… it didn’t work?

✰ 003 - Just Dance.

Content: smut?, mdni, established relationship

✰ Series - 005 ⋆｡‧˚ʚ You have all my support ɞ˚‧｡⋆

pt. 1- pt. 2 - pt. 3 - pt. 4 Reader meets Gojo First time

✰ 008 - Imagine (Birthday)

✰ 010 °🥂⋆. Too Nice

✰ 011 - Imagine (sleepless)

✰ 012 🌸🤍Never Change

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✰ 004 ☆ Period.

Content: Fem!Reader, Sorcerer!Reader, funny, Nanami is gentleman, Gojo is a man, piece of life, cramps mentioned.

Synopsis: We need to make Gojo shut up, don’t you think?

✰ 007 - Imagine (Champagne problems)

Part 1. -Part 2. - Part 3. - Part 4.

✰009 ⤿ ⩇8:⩇⩇ a.m.

Content: satoru gojo x reader, Sorcerer!Reader, gaslighting, me vs the gojo on my mind — it’s getting personal, angst!, unrequited? Love, men being men.

Synopsis: The strongest sorcerer decides to gaslight his way out of catching feelings.

🐥‧₊˚✩˚ＡＯＴ✩ 🐥

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✰ 006 - Ambushed

Content: erwin smith x reader, levi is a really good person, reader is a victim of her own circunstanes, reader!soldier, tw: implied sa, angst, love it is not the end just a part of the story, self-love

Synopsis: You are recuited by Erwin Smith. He saved you from hell but, you need much more from him.

REQUESTS ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

✰ JJK Men haven’t spent time with you and suddenly you see them with another woman.

Content: suggestive, jealousy, toxic behavior, Female!Reader

Incl: Toji, Sukuna, Gojo, Nanami

[leviismybby]

Hi Klara 💖

First & foremost, Happy New Year 🥂🎉 I wish you & your loved ones the best for 2023 💖💖

Your idea is great so, as promised, here are a few questions to get to know you better !!

- What are your New Year's resolutions ?

- What are your main hobbies ?

- What is your favorite food ?

- What kind of Levi fic will you write first this year ?

- What is your favorite type of movies ?

- What other mangas/animes do you read/watch besides AOT ?

- What are your favorite AOT characters besides Levi ?

I can't wait to read your reply jfrksjfrksjfrks !!!

I hope you're having a great day 🫶

Kith 😘

Hey Val! Thank you and happy new years to you and your loved ones as well❤️🎆

• I need to start going to the Gym again. I haven't been a long time. Other than that, I need to give myself time to relax which I almost never do since I'm busy with studying most of the year. I also want to get my grades up, they aren't bad but they could be better.

• My main hobbies would be listening to music, my headphones are in my ears 80 percent of the day. I draw but I'm not comfortable enough with my art to post it. I also have been learning how to draw on my tablet which is taking time but that's just because I'm used to paper. Other than that I love to play video games and read books.

• My favorite food would be Sarma. It's a traditional Bosnian/Croatian dish that I have loved ever since I was a child. The dish is originally from Turkey. There is a lot of food from my culture that I just love. I love fries and chicken nuggets as well, I could eat them everyday.😁

• That's a tough one since I have a lot sitting in my drafts. There is a lot with canon Levi since it's my favorite kind of fan fiction to write but there is a few with modern Levi as well. I'll just have to see which one I happen to post first. :))

• my favorite type is either fantasy like pirates of the Caribbean / harry potter or historical fiction, I'm a total history nerd so anything with history can get me hooked. Ironically my favorite movie of all time is Home Alone but I think that's because it's a comfort childhood movie😊

• Before aot I actually loved dragon ball since I have two older brothers who used to watch it all the time it grew on me as a child. Nowadays tho I love Jujutsu Kaisen it's so refreshing in a way and all the characters are just amazing. (it wouldn't surprise you that my favorite character is Nanami Kento, I have a thing for men who are just tired of life, lmao.)

• Besides Levi it is probably Jean. I didn't like Jean at first because I was a huge Eren simp but as it got to season three I started to like him more and more. Hange and Erwin are always in my top five aot characters, I love them both equally. And Sasha :(( I don't think that there is anyone who doesn't like Sasha in the aot fandom.

Well this turned out longer than I thought but I had fun answering! Thank you for the questions Val! ❤️❤️