#Nanami jjk

[sccrim]

warnings ( threesome , oral both , licking cums , pnv , unprotected , riding , lesbian action )

you and nanamis wife find out what he did while you guys were gone.

not proof read.

tags : @rissouu @gorysims n everyone else who wanted a part 2

part one

nanami still couldn’t help but think about the video of you and his wife. he was so fixated on that the whole night. when his wife would even kiss him, he would get a hard on just thinking about it.

he did want to make a suggestion to his wife, asking if they can up their sex life but he was nervous. what if she said no? he just didn’t want to get caught up but unfortunately he did.

you sat on ur bed, on the computer scrolling away until u saw a video on ur camera roll that you had no idea of. nanami accidentally press record on himself when he was scrolling through your post.

you pressed the video to see nanami jerking himself off. your eyes grew big. no wonder why he was acting so weird yesterday. you texted your best friend asking her to come to your room.

you began pacing back and forth in front of your bed, not knowing what to say to her. you didn’t want to be there when she yells at him but you also didn’t want to be the easy they broke up. before you could even text her back saying never mind— she was already at your door.

"what’s up?"

"uh—"

"you okay?"

"sit please." you watched as she sat on the edge of your bed. "you’re scarring me." you took a deep breath. "okay so basically, y'know how nanami was being oddly weird last night?"

"mhm."

"well i think i know why. basically, i was on my lab top, i was going to post our video we did last week. i saw this video that i don’t remember so i pressed on it…" a small pause. your best friend looking at you to continue.

"it was nanami— and well, he was masturbating. he kept saying your name and mine. i’m positive he saw our video." you were scared for her reaction but it wasn’t what you thought it would be.

"oh wow. definitely not surprised but like i did cheat on him just didn’t think he would find out that way—"

"you’re not upset?"

"i can’t be y/n. i did cheat on him. what can i say?"

"i mean true but i don’t know!"

"if we are being honest, i was going to discuss with him about being a poly but i just didn’t know how to ask him."

to be fair, you were in love with your best friend and you had started to like nanami but you never thought about a poly.

"i love you y/n and i know nanami feels the same way. i see the way he stares at you or wonders if you’re with someone. i wonder the same as well." you were shocked honestly. but you were praying on the inside that nanami agreed to it. "come on, we'll tell him together." now your heart went to your ass.

"nanami, baby." you can hear nanami hum. "so, did anything yesterday when we were gone?" your eyes looked away from his eyes. "no. why?"

"you sure?"

"i mean i cleaned but that’s about it." liar.

"babe be honest with me." you can tell he was nervous. he didn’t know to lie or say the truth. "fine. please don’t get mad. but — i was being nosy and went into y/n's room and i kept hearing notifications. i know it was wrong but then i saw only fans and just wanted to know how much you make and i got more curious and saw you too and i got off on that. please don’t be mad."

you wanted to laugh but you knew this situation was serious. "it’s okay honey, i can’t be mad. i do apologize for not telling you about it either."

"i’m sorry y/n for sneaking in your room."

"it’s okay." you chuckled causing nanami to turn red. "speaking of which, i have something to ask."

"hm?"

"i know you feel something towards y/n and—"

"oh god, im so-"

"nanami relax. i was going to say i do too, and i wanted to know if you’re willing to be in a relationship with her as well."

"what is it called? a poly?"

"mhm."

"wow. i mean two women at once?"

nanami smiled big. "well yeah."

"this is heaven."

"we also have a surprise for you."

"for me?!" your best friend grabbed nanamis hand and yours leading to the master bedroom. you were confused too. she never said anything else. "since we are doing this, i’ve been waiting to try so bad." she smiled taking her clothes off. nanami smiling knowing his dreams were coming true.

"i wanna see you guys touch each other first." so quick for nanami to request what he wanted but yall weren’t complaining though. "like this?" you began grabbing your best friends breast. nanami sitting in the corner of the chair. nodding in agreement as he took off his clothes.

you and your best friend breathing getting heavier. "finger her." you nodded, your fingers rubbing against her pussy. she moaned from the feeling. "she’s wet for you." you bit your bottom lip looking at nanami while placing your fingers in your mouth.

nanami pumping himself seeing you eat his wife out. this is what he wanted and he finally got it. "when i fuck her, i want you looking at me." he pointed as he slapped your ass. he rubbed his tip against your entrance. "oh fuck." your best friend moaned out loud. "don’t look at her, look at me."

nanami gave it no time, he thrusted in you causing you to moan. "don’t stop." she whispered. nanami grabbing your hips, thrusting back and forth. you began tweaking on his dick. nanami moaning seeing your ass shaking perfectly. his wife also humping your face. "just like that baby." he whispered.

"oh god." you whispered as nanami kept going faster. "nanami lay on your back." his wife demanded. "sit on his face y/n." you positioned yourself to sit on his face. nanami's tongue did circular motion on your clit causing you to moan. "ride his fucking face." his wife kissed your lips. his wife goes down and began sucking his dick.

nanami moaned feeling his wife take all of it. "nanami-" you moaned. he gripped on your thighs when he felt you ride him. the room was filled with sweat, moans, and screams.

you faced the other way, while his wife began to ride his dick. nanami still eating you out while you were making out with his wife. "fuck guys-" your best friend whispered as she sucked on your breast. "please don’t fucking stop."

"yeah baby, eat her fucking pussy." this man was in fucking heaven. his has his wife riding him and his now girlfriend sitting on his face? yeah this man was loving it. "i’m gonna fuc—"

"me too—" all of you guys keeping up the same place. you came in nanamis mouth. "lick my cum off her pussy." nanami demanding as he felt himself shooting inside her. you bent down and licked your best friend clit while still on nanami. she lifted up a bit and smiled seeing you lick off both of them.

"was this what you wanted nanami?"

"mhm."

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[babylonlcvrs]

౨ৎ ˚ ₊ ⊹ minors dni. breeding, afab/fem reader, mating press, my first work here please bare with me, established relationship

kento never thought he wanted kids, let alone did he ever entertain the idea of having a family. 

but, as your husband’s large hands enveloped your hips, tethering your limp body down on the thick girth of his bulky cock, he’s never been more sure to bully his hot, creamy cum into your swollen cunt.

“look at you, my dear—ngh—going to be a—hah—a wonderful mother!”

a wonderful…what?

you retracted from him swiftly, your hands shooting to his shoulders. 

your expression—eyes wide and lips parted—was nothing more than pure shock.

“you want… kids?” you panted in disbelief. “since when?”

kento scoffed dryly, and with a deft flick of his wrist, you felt the weight of your husband propping himself on top of you with a practiced ease: hands on either side of your waist pressing you down against the springs of the mattress that were ought to burst at any moment.

“my love…i—ah.. can’t i tell you later?” kento pleaded gruffly, impatiently snapping his hips against your tight heat once more.

“kento.. i—“

your cohesive lines of thought were clouded by the sheer intensity of his frantic movements—a testament to just how reckless this decision was.

“just—ah—look at me, okay, dear? good girl, that’s it…” 

lust-blown brown eyes pierced into your soul with the same slamming force you felt in your rubescent walls the moment kento’s leaking, pink tip prodded the gummy barrier of your cervix. 

“oh my god, kento!” you shrieked, your back arching oh-so gorgeously against the musky sheets. “fuck..! fuck, fuuuck!” 

the underside of his balls weighed heavy on your raw folds, tufts of blond pubic hair rubbed against the sensitive skin. his nails dug into your calves with a bruising grip, hoisting your knees up to your ears.

“how many do you want, my sweet? we can try for twins—shit—maybe a daughter?” 

[wibben]

New official Nanami art with no glasses, loose hair, and a smile 🥹🥹 I'm in complete shambles, he deserves the world.

He even has feet 🫠 have we seen those before? I think that's NEW SKIN! I feel faint.

[fumiliar]

you rarely get mad at kento, to be honest, there's nothing to get mad at. he's the perfect man, he's everything you've wanted and more. but it doesn't mean you never get mad at him. you always scold him when he spoils you too much, you hate it. today was one of those days, kento had promised to let you spoil him today, but you uneventfully had to work overtime, making you come home later than kento. so when you came home, you were fully prepared to start cooking dinner immediately, but instead, the smell of tomatoes flooded your senses. kento was cooking...for you.

anyone would love for their fiancé to spoil them after a long day, but you weren't up for it today. not when he's been spoiling you rotten and taking care of you for the past month, you just wanted to do something for him, but you couldn't. you were annoyed at yourself, so annoyed you had unfortunately misdirected this anger at your innocent fiancé who was peacefully cooking.

"hi love, i'm cooking some sp-"

"spaghetti. i know."

"are you upset? did something happen at work?"

"no!" you shouted, startling kento. "why do you think it's about work? it's you. you're the thing that is making me upset." hearing those words, he immediately turned off the stove, giving his undivided attention towards you.

"tell me what i did that made you upset, please," he approached you. he held your hand, drawing circles at the back of your palms with his thumb.

".......let me spoil you ken," you looked at him.

"you want to...spoil me?" kento's demeanour faltered, his stoic face had changed to a delighted one. his shoulders instantly relaxed.

"yes kento!" you shouted out of frustration. "you spoil me so much, i just.....want to do something for you."

"go ahead," he gave a quick peck on your cheek, quickly untying his apron. "where do you want to start first?"

[slvttyplum]

neither you nor nanami wanted to admit it out loud, but he was sleazy, but in private, of course, he didn't let it show; he had a front that everyone adored.

smiling in his coworkers faces just to turn around and talk shit about them to his friends or you; he would even throw someone under the bus for his gain; if it wasn't about you or him, he didn't care who got hurt in the process.

another thing he was really sleazy about was fucking you anytime and anywhere with no regard for anyone else; as long as he slipped inside you with ease, he didn't care.

reeling you in by pouting and whining over the phone for you to bring him lunch to the office, then throwing out the pout once you were there, bending you over the desk and immediately pulling out his dick.

you knew that you shouldn't be egging it on, enabling the way he acted towards others and even you, but it was hard when his hands rubbed over your ass and his dick slid and pushed against the sweetest spots inside of you.

whispering in your ears nasty and disgusting words that you wouldn't dare utter to the next person while he thrust into you repeatedly, smirking whenever he felt you grip around him when he made fun of how wet you were.

whether it be on the dining room table, on his desk in the office, in a vacant bathroom, or on the leather seats at the movie theater, he was going to do whatever he wanted with no regard for anyone else.

even on a long drive with his hand gripping your thigh, if he got the urge to stop on the side of the road and put the seats back to keep his dick warm and wet, that's what he was going to do.

he was so depraved and disgusting; he would purposely take you to the bedroom while having guests over just to see you whine and get frustrated from having to hold in your moans.

whispering in your ear while his hands softly rubbed over your sides, the door not even being locked, making it easier for anyone to walk in and see you spread out with him in between your legs, the sheets a damp mess.

kind of hoping someone would walk through the door, but knowing in reality if they did, he wouldn't waste time closing it.

he was shameless, but he could admit it, and that's why you loved him.

[127rkives]

mmmh... thinking about clingy nanamin and his strong arms and hands and how he always likes to keep them draped around your hips and waist.

nanami's hulking figure is the byproduct of years of tiring jujutsu work. constantly wielding a blade and fending of curses has done wonders to sculpt riveting biceps and sturdy forearms that flex with every move he makes under his taut dress shirt.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

and while nanami is more on the reserved side and never one for pda, there's something magnetic about your figure that seems to always draw his arms and hands to your torso. it always happens almost absentmindedly, as if his hands have a mind of their own.

sitting on a park bench on one of nanami's days off? he's got an arm draped behind you and around your waist. strolling through the grocery store? he's got a hand situated right above your hip. attending an event for work? nanami's hand slips from yours as he guides it along the small of your back until it's sitting snugly at your waist while his thumb caresses you gently.

and at home? oh boy, he's on you like a koala. whether you are at the stove stirring a pot of soup, lounging on the couch watching a movie, or standing in front of the window and gazing out at the rain, nanami has his entire chest pressed to your back and chin resting on your shoulder with his arms tightly encircled around you.

and honestly, no matter the location, you're always more than content to stay locked under the comforting weight of nanami's body as you inhale the honeyed musk of his lingering cologne.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

i think nanami smells like orange spice tea. what about you guys?🤠

[tsukimirecs]

kento nanami // fic recommendations

note: remember to read the tags! + i do not own any of these works

4th avenue viewing

strangers on a train

less than zero

ups and downs

play

nights in tokyo

selfish

pride is the devil

i need some wine and you, you need to be nicer

lovefoolish

banana bread with nanami kento

bride-to-be

chaos theory

simple pleasures

a trip to the tailor's

ave maria.

convenience (store) marriage

interrupted

heaven (is a place on earth with you)

tender loving care

a bento for kento

you've got a fetish for my love

[kanekisfavoritegf]

full fic here

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin Humps his sheets unknowingly when he dreams about you.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin swore off dating when working as a sorcerer until you came into his life.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin asks you out politely, despite the fear of being incompetent due to his lack of not only sexual relationships but emotional ones too.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would offer to make you dinner at his place, and drink wine on his couch by the fire place.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is absolutely mortified when he cums in his pants after you kissed him for the first time.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin is comforted by the way you treat him the exact same after he explains his lack of physical and emotional experience.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin finds himself pinning you to the couch and kissing you harder, keeping you down with his hips and making sure your legs are wrapped around him as he does so.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin doesn’t even care that his already stained pants seem to be getting worse as he rubs into you because you are letting out the sweetest moans for him.

Nanami the 35 Year old Virgin would beg you breathlessly between wet hot kisses and needily to teach him.

Teach him how to be your perfect lover in more ways than one.

[lovedandtouched]

you loved sitting on kento’s lap.

whether it’d be during him watching tv or reading a book, you’re always there—straddling on top of him.

and of course, kento loves it. he loves that he gets to be close to his wife. he loves how you guys share each other’s warmth. he loves how the gap between the two of you always close.

kento can’t escape from his work. even at home, he’s always working on something.

one time, he came home and went straight to work on something. you’ve noticed that he had been overworking himself and knowing your husband—he doesn’t like working overtime, he doesn’t like extra workloads, so you knew something was wrong.

you went into the kitchen to brew some coffee, carefully pouring some on a cup and you tiptoed your way to him.

“hi, ken...” you calmly called out, you knew that he can get a little fussy sometimes when he gets too overwhelmed with the amount of work he does.

but he never snaps at you.

“hey, sweetheart. what are you doing still up?”

“you know i can’t sleep without you by my side.” you pout, coming closer to him and setting the cup on top of his table.

“thank you, lovey. i’m almost done, just... a few more...” he sighed counting unfinished papers. looking back to you, he spreads his arms, inviting you to sit on his lap.

“it’s okay, ken... take your time, just don’t overwork yourself, ‘kay?” you mumbled on his chest. playing with the hem of his tie, you noticed that he didn’t even have the chance to change into his casual clothing.

he just hums. his left hand caressing your back with an up and down motion. the bump of his wristwatch doesn’t fail to go unnoticed.

you look up at him, your hands cupping his face as you press your lips onto his.

“i love you, kento.” you pull away, your head moving to snuggle on the crook of his neck.

“i love you more, sweetheart.” he said, kissing your hair and going back to work on his papers.

you’re his motivation, you’re what gets him going. he quickly goes over his work as if he just got energized.

of course, as soon as he finished. he carried you back to your shared bed, changed into something more comfortable and snuggled against you.

an: based from a recent ask, i’m having writer’s block and this is the only i could come up with, i’m sorry 😿

[chariaki]

Lover's quarell

A teensy weensy bit of smut!

Husband!Nanami who's big hands cup your cheeks, head dips to your level and kisses your lips to shut you up mid arguement. It wouldn't just be a normal "kiss". It'd be the type of kiss where his head moves slowly in sync with his lips kissing yours, with saliva mixed together, his tongue in your mouth. You'd always hear his deap moans and grunts, the way he inhales in your kiss, desperate for air. His big body caving into yours as if your legs didn't just buckle up on his waist to beckon him closer.

And when he pulls away for some air, your saliva and his would connect your bruised lips to his lipstick-stained ones.

Husband!Nanami who lifts you up and puts you on his shoulders when you told him to "take what's yours and leave for the night."

Husband!Nanami who walks closer to you, places his big, warm hands on your shoulders and lowers his face to plant a kiss on your forehead. Your eyes. Your nose. Your lips. It wouldn't just be a simple peck. It's a slow, wet and passionate kiss full of sincerity, love and adoration for you.

Husband!Nanami who would whisper: "let me make it right, love." in your ears while his cock is burried deep inside of you. Gently thrusting in and out while rubbing your back, your sides, your waist. He just wants to relieve your stress, and what better way to do that than to fuck it out of you using his fat cock that you love so dearly.

Husband!Nanami who understands his short coming and mistakes. He acknowledges your feelings and most importantly, he communicates. He sincerely apologizes with his eyes glued to yours, hands embracing your, body faced to yours. He asks you how can do better and, indeed, does better.

Husband!Nanami who tightly embraces you in bed after your arguement. Chest pressed to your back, arms to your tummy, head on the crook of your neck, lips kissing the blade of your shoulder. His body would never leave yours, no matter how hot it is. He's afraid he to lose you, so he hugs you tightly to prevent you from literally leaving.

Husband!Nanami who cooks your breakfast with a heart shaped omelette with words on top that say "I'm sorry ❤️" in ketchup. Alongside your favorite dish and coffee just the way you like it. It's not unusual for him to cook you breakfast or any other meals, it's just that most of the time, you wake up earliet than him to cook for him. So, of course, even if you didn't argue, Nanami would occasionally beat you to waking up early and preparing a breakfast in bed for you.

Husband!Nanami who demands you to hold his hand the whole day after every argument. This is because you're usually stubborn and avoidant. He doesn't want you to be awkward and distant. He doesn't need you to talk to him if you don't feel like it. A simple hold from your hands is plenty of reassurance for him and you.

[o4i0n]

came across a tiktok where the bride surprises the groom with her ‘spicy’ photos throughout their wedding day and all i can think of is pulling a stunt like that with nanami .. the embarrassingly bright flush that appears in red splotches below his neck that creeps up his ears; the way he blinks at the polaroids you discreetly slip into his clammy hand before he looks at you, then away again as he clears his throat to dismiss his reaction; the flustered smile that quirks up at the corner of his lips as he chuckles because the timing could not be any more perfect (for you, at least. it isn’t for him but he’d let it slide).

the pictures aren’t too explicit—god knows you’ve been more brazen in the past with your now-husband. they’re sensual, tasteful, and you know that they’re just right when kento tries to pull you away to somewhere secluded during the busy moments in between your reception since he told you that your guests can wait a few minutes. you tell him no, not yet, but not without handing him another polaroid.

even if he kind of expected it, he can never truly prepare himself when he flits his eyes down. you’re donned in lingerie that hugs your body in all the right places, and best of all, the set you’re wearing shares the same shade of blue as his signature dress shirt.

he can’t wait for the formalities to end.

[sanemistar]

᧔o᧓ husband!kento x wife!reader, established relationship, domestic fluff, requested by @luvnami <3 (i hope you don’t mind the headcanons, i just wanted to include as many fluff themes as possible <3)

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who never misses his good morning and good night kisses to you.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who gets you a bouquet of your favorite flowers almost every day, because he knows how much you love them.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who almost never eats outside because he loves when you cook dinner for him after a long day of work, takeout can never stand a chance against your cooking.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who praises you for every little thing you do for him, because you deserve to be praised all the time.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who rests his head on your lap as he grabs one of his favorite books to read, your thighs are far more comfortable and warmer than any pillow.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who lets you do his tie for him every time, not because he doesn’t know how to. but because he likes having your hands all over his chest.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who loves giving you back massages when you feel exhausted (it’s mostly just an excuse for him to touch you)

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who brings you breakfast to bed every morning, you're his wife so you're definitely getting that princess treatment.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who does the house chores for you when you're tired, even if he's also pretty tired himself. your comfort is his most important priority.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who takes pride in calling you his wife, you have everything he’s ever asked for and more.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who never lets go of your hand when you two are walking together in public, especially in crowded areas. you will never be separated, not on his watch.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who lets you pick his clothes for him every time you two go shopping for clothes.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who loves to travel with you on his days off, he wants to see the world with you by his side.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who expresses his love for you using the most romantic book quotes.

ᡣ𐭩 | husband!kento who’s still head over heels for you every day as if he’s falling in love with you all over again for the first time.

୨୧ taglist: @spkyssn @yueliie @ayrastv | back: jjk m.list

[bluelockmaniac]

“pftt– kento, what did you just say?” a wholehearted laugh bursts from your lips, your body hunching over as you smack your knee senselessly. you look at nanami, urging him to repeat his words.

your newlywed husband stares at you like you had gone crazy, brows furrowed in confusion. he sits on the edge of the bed next to you, his thick fingers fumbling to loosen his tie as he clears his throat.

“i said, are we going to do the birds and the bees...?”

you couldn't hold it any longer. with a loud thud, you throw yourself back onto the bed, rolling on the mattress with your arms clutching your stomach as you try to catch your breath.

“ahahaha, oh my gosh. baby, you're so funny.” you manage to gasp out between fits of laughter. you wipe off the pearly tears that had gathered at the corners of your eyes, your cheeks aching from the wide grin plastered across your face. “do people even still say that?!” 

“ah.” nanami immediately turns his head away from you, his eyes darting to the floor as he desperately tries to avoid eye contact. he could feel the warmth blooming up his cheeks and dusting his the tips of his ears a soft pink.

“—and that euphemism refers to teaching people about sex, not the action itself, hahaha.” you state matter-of-factly, adding salt to his wound with a teasing smile.

you watch as nanami shrinks from embarrassment. perhaps he was a bit outdated. he propped his elbows on his knees, hiding his face in his hands. “sweetheart, i'm not sure if i'm mentally ready to do this now.” he mumbles awkwardly.

you positioned yourself in front of nanami, effortlessly prying his large hands away from his face. “hah? no way,” you shake your head, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “this is our wedding night. i want us enjoy ourselves and do the... birds and the bees together–" you bite your bottom lip to stifle your laughter.

he was not impressed. needless to say, your teasing led to a rather merciless night. but, you did not mind it one bit. in fact, nanami soon noticed that you had developed an obsession with the birds perched outside your window and the bees hovering over flowers in your garden.

© 2024 bluelockmaniac — do not repost, copy, translate, modify, etc my work on any platform !

[emmyrosee]

Kento is… stressed.

You’ll be back any minute with the confidence that Kento has fed Aina, given her a small bath, then taken her for naptime. And normally, kento is more than comfortable and confident in his abilities to provide that security in your expectations.

But Aina is not eating. She wants nothing to do with the food he’s trying to feed her. Every time he tries to nudge the spoon close to her face, she screams and pushes it away. He doesn’t have other food to give her, this is what the pediatrician recommended so naturally, that’s what you both bought.

And she wants nothing to do with it.

In a desperate attempt to make his little girl eat, he takes a spoonful onto the plastic spoon, his heart breaking as his little girl winces in distress. “Here, here, my love, see-“ he takes the spoonful into his mouth, and almost immediately, spits it back out into his palm, groaning in agony at the taste.

Him and Aina stare for a moment, then two, before suddenly, her chubby cheeks curl into a smile. He shakes his head and makes a move to the sink to wash his hands, “I’m not feeding you that. No. That’s abhorrent.”

She merely giggles more and fists the banana mush on her tray. He chuckles, “that wasn’t yummy, was it, little love? It was yucky?”

“I just bought that food.”

He relaxes at the sound of your voice, flashing you a small smile as you enter the room. You wrap your arm around his waist and rest your head on one of his biceps, “she’s a baby, she doesn’t know what good and bad food is,” you chuckle.

“Normally I would never argue with my wife, but trust me, my love, this food is awful,” he says.

“It can’t be that bad, the pediatrician recommended it.”

He watches as you take the spoon and scoop some of the blended baby food onto it, and confidently, as he did, pop it in your mouth. Immediately, to his amusement, your face twists in utter disgust and you dash to the sink, spitting out the contents into the porcelain. “Oh my god!”

“I wouldn’t lie to you, my love.”

You dry your mouth on a paper towel, “yeah no. Don’t feed that to her. Burn it if you must.”

He smiles and nods his head, “will do.”

[spidertams]

Old nanami drawing I forgot I did

[smallfisheyes]

it's silly, you know, but you have to try it. may the grapes work.

nanami kento can’t find you when the clock strikes midnight.

there was a ruckus, the release of fireworks outside (who permitted fireworks on school premises?), and cheers of happy new year. itadori toots one of those awful noisemakers. tuna mayos and hugs are exchanged. as planned, nanami maintains a wide berth from gojo, recalling his attempts at a sloppy kiss the previous year. it is a new year; the year of the snake.

but you are nowhere in sight.

why does nanami's belly feel like it's sinking? he smiles, but there is an ache in the centre of his chest. his eyes flick left and right, the festivities unfolding before his eyes. the school had been decorated by the students with the funding of gojo's shiny black card, reds and golds streaming along the walls. stuffed snakes (inumaki's idea) were thrown haphazardly onto the ground. the remnants of the party games from earlier scatter the table-clothed tables.

in your stead, shoko meets nanami's eyes. he nods, giving her a brief hug, sure to grip her just below the shoulder and just above the waist.

"happy new year," he mumbles. shoko smiles. it is politeness exchanged with a colleague and friend, but this is not how he pictured his first interaction of the year (and with whom it was shared).

kento had planned it down to the tee: your favourite wine, no more than two whiskeys, arriving just after you to seemingly rescue you from forcing yourself to yap about things you did not care about (work) with a person you could not care less about (gojo). kento was meticulous, more meticulous than he was at that awful firm he worked at in his early twenties. he had to be. the moment must be perfect. you deserved a wonderful evening. yet, there was a variable he forgot to consider: he couldn't find you.

"ah, nanamin," shoko hums. kento steps back, offering his full attention. there's that awful look on that face of hers, one that dates back more than ten years. the teasing one that reminds kento he is nothing but a lost junior; a silly, unkowing little boy with punk bangs. one that is about to be berated by the scary bobbed girl with a cigarette habit.

a force seizes his lungs, halting their movement. may the berating begin.

"are you looking for someone?" shoko teases. that tone. how grating.

"what gave it away?" no frustration laces kento's voice, only soft desperation.

shoko stacks her hands together and brings them to the side of her face. she tilts her head, her voice sing-song-y. "nothing, just that look of yearning."

kento huffs in frustration. his fists curl in impatience. "where is she, shoko?"

shoko steps to the side, an evil scientist revealing her latest experiment.

when kento sees what is behind her, the world tilts just right.

there you are, under the table, crouched and feral. kento draws back at the sight of you: a monkey, primitive and on the hunt for food. in quick succession, large and luscious green grapes were thrown into your mouth. you were a chipmunk. you stuffed your face full of grapes before you even finished chewing. 

you were always a wonder.

shoko's voice is soft, her note of contentment complimenting kento's sudden leisure at the sight of you. "happy new year, nanamin." she pads away.

kento makes a note to gift shoko a red envelope the following day.

there you are; his little star. kento moves, crouches, and parts the red tablecloth.

"you never told me you liked grapes."

your grape-a-thon veers to a halt. absolute horror stills your chewing. you have at least five grapes in your mouth. 

kento smiles wide. a rush of warmth washes over him. he could squish you.

this too much attention from a too handsome man. you turn your head away to fend off the rush of blood to your face.

"they're soh exsensiv hare," kento makes out between your voice and the grapes. you chew rigorously, averting your eyes. you hold a hand in between your wobbly mouth and kento’s eyes, falsely creating a front to maintain your dignity. "tha’s why you don seh meh eaving them. gofo saeh he woulv give them tah me."

kento bristles. he would get grapes for you anyday. command or none.

"may i join you?"

you chew a little more in thought, grimacing as you swallow. kento tries hard not to watch your throat, but he can’t resist. 

“of course.” you’re sincere. you’ve gone shy. his heart aches. he wants to make you get bashful like this every day.

you scooch over to make room for large and long nanami kento to sit beside you under the table. he’s still wearing those winged shoes you love, but opted for a white knitted sweater that makes you wonder how soft it is. you almost reach for kento’s arm, but you draw back. you’re under the table eating grapes for a reason. you deflate. five more grapes to go.

“you don’t need to be under here with me,” you reassure kento. kento looks like a stuffy that got pounded into a too small toy chest. his neck cranes and his bottom is awkwardly sat in a cross cross. you smile. you want this to last forever. 

“i can’t let you be here alone. it’s new years.”

you wring your hands together. you need to eat four more grapes. “thanks, kento.”

you eat your grapes now, but slower. this wasn’t how it was supposed to go. weren’t you supposed to eat all twelve grapes before midnight was over? you glance over at the clock. it’s already too late. 

you open your palms: four beautiful green grapes, grown and harvested in japan. when you arrived here, you hadn’t realized fruit was a luxury. fruit is difficult to grow. the majority of land is ill-suited for fruit. 

four wasted beautiful grapes.

“that’s enough grapes for tonight.” kento gently takes your hand and rests them on his own. he cups yours, creating a shield. his hands are warm. they’re so much bigger than yours. “you never needed them.”

“yes i did,” you insisted. 

kento shakes his head. “no. you don’t need any of that nonsense.”

your frown is deep. your eyes are in a different place. kento cups your hands more firmly now. “you never needed the grapes, darling.”

it’s instinct, the little “no” that forms on the tip of your tongue. it takes a second, another, to realize the precious thing kento had called you.

darling. YOU. darling?!

suddenly, you’re the one gripping kento’s hands. “what did you say?!”

kento shakes his head, patting your hand. “you make this difficult.” 

“you! you called me–” you guffaw like a fish when kento nods a tired affirmative, like it was obvious all along. “please don’t lie.”

kento’s eyes turn icy. “i would never lie to you.”

your lips wobble pathetically. you hate this man. he makes you silly and makes your heart beat too fast. he makes you want to turn away and stare all the same because he is too handsome. too kind. so him. and you had always wanted him. but the yearning? you never expected it to be returned.

“nanami kento, were you always on tiktok?”

kento throws back his head and laughs. you stare for too long. you’re allowed to now. “i have three wonderful students.”

the year of the snake will be a wonderful one.

you leave the remaining grapes for gojo. he needed them more than you.

i can't stare at this anymore please take it as it is. happy year of the snake everyone :) hissss