#cowboy!kento🤍

[cowboykento]

you wake up early one morning to make coffee for you and cowboy!kento for when he returns from the morning work. he smiles when he sees you in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his t-shirt that reaches just past your butt.

“g’mornin’ pretty girl.” he says, stepping into the kitchen.

“good morning, ken,” you reply with your own smile. “was about to make breakfast, you’re in sooner than i thought you’d be.”

he hums, pulling you in close before you have a chance to hand him his coffee, kissing you passionately. it starts slow, like the morning, but then his tongue slips into your mouth, hungry for more.

“that’s okay, darlin’, was thinkin of having somethin else for breakfast, anyway,” he replies with a smirk that’s too handsome for his own good.

you giggle, “oh? what’s that, handsome?”

his hands slip below your ass, picking you up and placing you on the counter gently, returning his lips to yours.

“i think you know, sweetheart,” he answers, his hands rubbing along your hips, pleasantly surprised to find that you’re not wearing any panties. “mmm, you must, you made it even easier for me, didn’t ya? such a sweet girl. my sweet girl,” he says, kissing you again before pulling you to the edge of the counter, pushing his t-shirt up enough to reveal your pussy.

he gets on his knees, ever reverent of you, and kisses along your leg, sending shivers up your spine. your fingers find their place in his straw-colored hair, pushing it away from his face.

“y’gonna let me enjoy my breakfast, darlin’?” he looks up at you, pleading in his eyes.

your ankles cross behind his back as you nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

“good girl,” he mutters before delving in, licking a stripe through your folds.

your grip in his hair tightens immediately as he finds your clit, kissing and sucking it gently. you let out a moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

his tongue is all over you—licking from your clit to your entrance and sucking up all of your juices like it’s the nectar of the gods.

“always taste so good for me, princess,” he mumbles against your cunt, too starved to pull himself away for even a moment.

you pull at his hair even harder, urging him on as if he needed it. he moans against your clit, sending vibrations through your body and forcing a moan of your own out from your lips.

he sucks your clit with precision, his fingers making their way to your hole, slipping one in and curling it up to find the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“oh, fuck, kento, oh my god,” you moan loudly.

your perfect moans only motivate him further as he picks up his pace, licking your clit and fucking you with his finger.

he slips a second in, drawing another pretty whine from you, and he thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to heaven. the sun pools in from the windows, casting light on you like a goddess.

“so, so gorgeous, angel,” he says, fucking you faster, desperate to taste your release on his tongue.

“fuck, kento,” you pant, “i’m close, i’m close—gonna cum!”

your words make him groan, “that’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over my tongue.”

his words are all it takes for the coil in your tummy to snap, your release pouring out of you and right onto kento’s eager tongue. he doesn’t let up his ministrations, in fact he picks up the pace yet again, fucking you desperately through your orgasm.

when the shocks and shudders of your release subside, kento pulls off you begrudgingly, but not before placing another kiss on your cunt.

when he stands up again, you pull him in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself all over his lips and tongue. your release shines in his chin and nose, and his hair is a mess from your pulling, but you think he’s never looked so handsome.

he kisses you just as hungrily, like he’ll never get enough of you, when you finally pull away for a breath.

“wanna go back to bed? let me return the favor?”

he grins at you before his hands slip back under your thighs, picking you up and taking you back to his bed for another round.

you have to make another pot of coffee when you’re finally done, but you’d make a million more to spend every morning like this with kento.

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[cowboykento]

cw: somno, brief/vague mention of prior consent, but tagged as dub con just in case. i wrote this half asleep and high sorry if there’s typos

cowboy!nanami wakes up with a problem one morning. specifically, he’s so, painfully hard, his dick pressing against your ass. your back is pressed against his chest, your slow, steady breathing soft as you sleep peacefully.

fuck, he’s so hard and the pressure of your body against his is doing things to his head—distracting him, serving only to turn him on more. his arms are wrapped around you, his hands resting under your shirt. he thinks it would be so easy to just move his hands up to grope your tits. god, if he could just pinch your nipple…

his desires are cut off by you, shifting in his arms. his eyes roll back in his head when your ass presses harder against his erection. a groan slips from his lips that he can only try to quiet.

he doesn’t want to wake you up just to take care of his problem, but he just can’t bring himself to let go of you.

but fuck, he needs to cum. he needs you.

cowboy!nanami has always prided himself on being a gentleman. someone people could trust, rely on, love. and he’s always been that to you.

but right now, he thinks of every time you’ve ever looked up at him through your lashes, telling him he could do whatever he wanted to you… it was too much.

he reached his hand up to palm one of your tits, rolling the fat in his hand greedily. he can’t help his hips as they shallowly rut against you.

you let out a soft sigh, but continue dreaming as kento lets himself get a little more carried away.

his other hand sneaks down the front of your body, to the waistband of your panties. of course you hadn’t worn anything but a t-shirt and panties to bed—it was like you were asking him to fuck you.

his finger finds your clit and he gives it a soft pinch, just enough for your body to squirm against him. fuck, he thinks, he just needs to fuck you right now.

he shuffles out of his boxers, his cock aching and flushed from how desperate you made him.

he pulls your panties to the side and rubs his cock against your folds, moaning at how wet you were. he just lazily thrusts against you like that for a while, his hand gripping your waist and keeping you still, occasionally reaching over to rub your clit.

“mm,” you moan out softy, eyes barely fluttering open. “ken, wha-“

“shh, baby, shh, just let me use you. please, need you so bad, darlin’, you have no idea,” he groans, his voice coming from a well of desperation within him.

you smile and shuffle back against him, grinding yourself against his cock.

“fuck, princess, just go back to sleep, let me use you for a bit. such a perfect fuckin’ pussy.”

“put it in, ken,” you whisper, and he’s sure his heart is exploding with love for you.

“whatever my baby wants,” he replies, his tip catching against your entrance.

slow, deep thrusts have kento groaning deep in your ear as you teeter on consciousness. he swears your pussy it’s just sucking him in, making it nearly impossible to leave your snug walls.

“‘m so close, darlin’, so close. gonna cum right in your pussy, keep you stuffed nice and full so we can go back to sleep. ya want that, baby?”

only a small whimper comes from you in response, and kento takes it as his permission to wreck your cunt.

his thrusts become a little faster, a little sloppier as he approaches his orgasm. his mind is clouded with thoughts of you, you, you.

he feels the coil in his tummy wind tighter and tighter, becoming so taught that it has no choice but to snap. kento cums with a loud groan of your name as he fucks himself through it, pushing his thick load into your pussy.

his hips slow down as his cock softens, a warm blanket of contentment resting over both of you.

kento kisses the back of your neck reverently, a silent thank you for trusting him enough to let him use your body like that.

like he promised, he keeps his dick in you, keeping you stuffed full of him.

his lips press against the shell of your ear, “i’ll return the favor when we wake up, darlin’. let you feel good, like you deserve.”

the aching need and desire he’d felt gone, and replaced with something much more gentle and tender. he presses a few more kisses along your neck before drifting off to sleep with you.

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[cowboykento]

cw: orgasm denial, some soft degredation (he calls reader a slut, but fairly lovingly), overstimulation. wc: 1.4k

minors dni or you get blocked.

cowboy!nanami gives the best massages. years of working on the farm have made his hands strong and firm, and really just overall perfect for soothing the knots in your back.

it's so intimate, the way his thumbs press between your shoulders, eliciting a soft, sleepy sigh from your lips.

he can't stand seeing you hunched over the desk in your office, working yourself tirelessly even though you'd left your real office hours ago. he was sure that your posture was likely the same even when you were at work.

sure, he can chide you about sitting up straight and it being good for you, but he can also solve the problem as it is. after a long day from both of you, him on the farm and you at work, it's relaxing for both of you for him to gently rub the knots from your tired back.

"right there, ken," you sigh, a smile lingering on your lips despite the pressure kento is putting into your spine.

"y'gotta start sittin up, pretty. can't have knots like this forming. it's not good for ya," he says, pausing his massage to press a kiss to your spine. his way of sealing the newly-relaxed muscles.

"i know, i know, kento," you reply. "but why would i do that when you treat me so nicely when i don't?"

he lets out a chuckle, returning to your lower back, his lips still ghosting over the back of your neck.

"y'think i wouldn't treat ya like this no matter what? i'd do this for ya even if ya didn't need it, darlin'. just like makin' ya feel good."

you let a moan slip from your lips this time, both from his hands and his words. of course this felt great, but you couldn't help but press your thighs together at the though of nanami making you feel good in other ways.

naturally, kento is quick to pick up on the change in atmosphere. he can see the way you press your legs together and how the pretty sighs and moans leaving your lips have become less subdued.

his hands slide along your waist, "ya want somethin' from me, princess?"

"maybe..." you tease, resting your head back against his chest.

a warm smile breaks on his face, and it reminds you of the sunrise that he's made sure to show you plenty of times.

"gonna have to use yer words then, pretty girl," he replies.

you sigh, "you know what i want, ken. don't tease."

"i do, darlin', but i gotta hear you say it. y'wanna be good for me, don't ya?"

his hands travel down your body, rubbing over your tummy and dancing over the waistband of your shorts. you know he knows exactly what you want and how to give it to you, but you were happy to indulge him, because you really did just want to be good for him.

"please, kento, need you to make me cum."

he grabs your chin, gently turning you so he can press a kiss to your lips.

"now that wasn't so hard, now, was it, princess?" he asks, voice rumbling through his chest. "now spread those pretty legs for me.

you comply at an almost embarrassing speed, so desperate from him from the hours of pent up passion lingering from his massage.

his fingers snake down into your shorts, easily finding your clit and rubbing it gently over your panties, lips glued to the side of your neck.

you let a blissed-out moan escape your lips as he continues playing with you; his touches may be teasing, but they were doing it for you. kento always did, always made sure you felt so good for him.

"such a good girl, aren't ya? just needed me to play with your little pussy, hm? maybe you're not my good girl, maybe you're just a slut," he grins devilishly against your neck.

"hngh, no, i'm your good girl. i'm yours," you reply, desperately rutting your hips up into his hand, chasing just a little bit more friction than he's giving you.

he pinches your clit, "doesn't seem like it, with the way yer humpin' my hand. seems to me like you're being a whore. gotta teach you how to behave, darlin'."

one of his hands holds your hips still while the other picks up its pace, rubbing your clit in earnest now, truly trying to work you to your orgasm.

or so you thought.

you feel the coil in your tummy tense and tighten until it's just about ready to snap, when kento pulls his hand away from you just as you're about to go over the edge.

you let out a defeated cry, "no! no, kento, i was so close, was about to cum!"

he scoffs, flipping you onto your back like you were nothing but a sack of flour.

"you'll take what i give you, sweetness. just lay back and let me make you feel good. that's what you wanted after all, isn't it? y'don't think i can make ya cum?"

"pleease," is all you can manage to get out as kento pulls his own pants down just enough to release his aching cock from its confines.

"you'll cum when i tell ya to, darlin'. that's what ya get for actin' like a desperate little slut," he spits out as he rubs himself through your slick folds a few times, making sure he's plenty slicked up. "don't know why ya gotta act up, darlin'. ya know i'll always make ya cum. just gotta lay back and stop worryin' your pretty little head. y'know i'll take care of ya."

you nod your head frantically, doing everything in your power to get kento to stop being so cruel and just fuck you already. you wanted to grab him and force his lips to yours, giving him no other choice than to get lost in you, but you know that would only garner you more punishment.

eventually, finally he pushes himself into you, drawing loud moans from both of you.

"fuck, darlin', never get any less tight for me. such a perfect pussy, isn't that right? perfect pussy that's all for me. luckiest man in the world, gettin' her all to myself."

you moan at his obscenities---it wasn't often kento talked dirty to you like this, and it made your head spin as he picked up his pace, rutting his hips against yours mercilessly.

you throw your head back against the pillows as he rips every moan and cry out of you. tears spill down your cheeks at some point, partly from how good he was making you feel, partly from the pent-up need from him denying you once already.

"please, please, kento," you cry. "need to cum so bad, please let me, please!"

"fuck, 'm close too, sweetheart," he groans into your lips. "go on, cum for me, fuckin' milk me, baby."

his command is all it takes to finally get that cord to snap, making your vision go white as you convulse with the overwhelming pleasure taking over your body.

kento fucks you through your orgasm, still desperately chasing his own. once you're done shaking, he brings a hand back to your clit, making you cry from the overstimulation.

"no, ken, 's too much! oh fuck, gonna-"

you're cut off by kento's loud groan as he releases inside you, filling you to the absolute brim, rubbing your clit in quick circles as his soul leaves his body.

"please, please cum again for me, baby, need ya," he manages to get out before his wish becomes a reality and you're thrown head first into another bone-shaking orgasm.

you can hardly feel your fingers or toes when you finally come back down. kento pulls out of you with a hiss before laying down next to you, pulling you in against his chest.

you rest your head against his still-heaving chest, listening to his heartbeat as it jumps. you're utterly exhausted and wrecked, but equally blissed-out and floating on cloud 9 with your fiance, who looks at you like you hung the stars in his image.

"love ya so much, sweet pea. sorry if i got a little carried away there," he murmurs, voice much softer now than it had been only moments ago.

you stretch your neck to give him a quick peck against his lips, "no, that was fucking great, ken'. should do that more often."

he raises a brow, hands running lazily along the curve of your wasit, "oh? ya like bein' called a slut?"

you giggle, "if it's you? yes please."

now it's his turn to laugh as he pulls you in a bit closer.

"well, ya know i love ya. i don't actually think any of that, but ya just looked so pretty all desperate for me."

your face heats and you bat your hand against his chest, "love you too, handsome."

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[cowboykento]

cowboy!nanami kento who makes you cockwarm him during your online class. you have your camera turned off, claiming to your professor that it wasn’t working, as you sit in his lap, struggling too pay attention and not to squirm too much.

“yer fuckin dirty for this, y’know that, princess?” he rasps against the shell of your ear after you answer a question and mute your mic.

you not into the crook of his neck, a weak whine accompanying it. you were trying so hard to pay attention to what your professor was saying, but how could you when you had kento’s fat, aching cock throbbing in your cunt.

he holds your hips still so you’re not tempted to move, although he’ll sometimes (hypocritically) grind into you just a bit, just to tease you.

“need you so bad, kento,” you moan after one of those small thrusts.

he lets out a playful ‘tsk,’ “you need to pay attention in class, baby, not cry over my dick.”

“how am i supposed to focus?” you cry incredulously.

“let me put it this way, angel. if you don’t start payin’ attention, i’m not lettin’ you cum tonight. how’s that sound?”

you gasp—kento had never tried to deny you before, surely he wouldn’t now? except the way his hands gripped your hips told you that he absolutely would.

eventually, mercifully, the class finally comes to a close and youre able to sign out quickly and shift your attention entirely onto kento.

you kiss fiercely along his jaw, like you’re getting ready to eat him alive. you just might, with the way heat’s been pooling in your tummy for the last hour.

“please, kento, please fuck me now. i was good, please let me cum,” you beg without him even needing to tell you.

he pulls your lips into a kiss, his hand sneaking between you to find your clit.

“i wouldn’t say you were good, angel,” you nearly whimper at the remark, praying it wasn’t enough for him to withhold your orgasm. “but i’ll make ya cum. break this little pussy for the way she’s been squeezin’ me for the last hour.”

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[cowboykento]

you like to tease cowboy!nanami all the time. it's not easy to fluster such a confident, easygoing man like him, but if anybody could do it, it was you.

you send him sneaky little pictures of yourself, either spread open and leaking over your own fingers or flashing him a generous shot of your cleavage.

you know he's out and about on his farm when you send them; he almost always was when he wasn't with you. you know that he won't reply or even check his phone right away, but you're also not surprised when his contact photo lights up your phone as it rings.

you pick up with a cheeky smile, and even though kento can't see it, he knows that it's there.

"such a fuckin' tease, hm, pretty girl? can't even wait 'til i'm done here to play with yourself? go on then, let me hear you make yourself cum while i finish closin' up and come finish the job myself."

(more sfw cowboy!kento stuff on my main blog @chuuyasboots )

[cowboykento]

𝕔𝕠𝕨𝕓𝕠𝕪!𝕟𝕒𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕚 𝕜𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕠 🤍 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥

(nsfw) •• sfw masterlist here!

• tease

• pay attention, baby

• morning coffee

• just go to sleep

• massage

• worship

• edibles

• baby makin’

[cowboykento]

Hey not sure if you’re still writing about CowboyNanami but I just read all of it and every single one just melts my heart!! Anyways I was wondering if you could write a little drabble of them starting a family could be sfw at first about having a conversation about wanting to finally start and then a nsfw version with a little breeding kink awakening in Nanami, obviously if you’re comfortable with it absolutely fine if not just thought I’d share my thoughts <3 Just wanted to say love your works on CowboyNanami and they are to die for!!

😭thank you very much baby i appreciate you more than words can say!! i think i am stuck (by my own brain) writing him for the rest of my life so i hope u enjoy this :3

warnings: baby making!! kind of breeding kink, discussions of having a kid, "momma" is used but not really in a kink way, lmk if i missed any warnings <3

you’ve been married almost a year now, and you can’t help but imagine adding a kid—a baby—to the mix. kento brings in enough income from the farm that you could take enough leave from your job; the baby could spend the days inside with you while kento works and then you could all spend the evening on the porch.

for a while it just felt like a distant daydream, but the longer you spent married to kento, the longer you start to truly yearn for it.

you fought with yourself, thinking constantly about how you could bring it up to your husband. it wasn’t necessarily that you were worried he’d shut you down—he’d mentioned his enthusiasm to have a family one day more times than you—but you were worried he wouldn’t be ready now. and you felt so ready and so hopeful, you prayed kento would feel the same way.

you’d tried to bring it up a couple evenings, but the words just wouldn’t come out. you wrack your brain for subtle ways to bring it up, so that maybe you wouldn’t have to say it so directly.

you'd been trying your best to just come out with it for weeks, but the final blow to you came at kento's niece's birthday party. you knew it would be somewhat challenging for yourself, going to this party. kento's niece was just turning 2, and it didn't help that you were already so eager to have your own little one running around the farm.

of course the girl is adorable, you knew that already, but what you couldn't have expected is the way you would feel seeing kento hold his niece in his arms.

he bounces her up and down on his lap, pulling the cutest giggles out of her. he smiles fondly at her, and you swear you've never been more attracted to him than you are now.

his niece is practically glued to him the entire day, so excited to see her uncle kento after so long. you long to raise a baby with kento—you can only imagine how great of a dad he'll be.

you're quiet on the ride home. you told him you were just tired from the party, which was believable enough, but you knew that he didn't fully believe you, he knew you far too well.

still, it was up to you to break the ice. kento wouldn't force you to say anything if you didn't want to, which you always appreciated, but knew that now, it left you no choice but to finally tell him.

"can i talk to you about something?" you ask softly, lacing your fingers with his free hand.

he glances over at you quickly before turning back to the road, "of course, darlin'. everything alright?"

you take a deep breath and look at kento, even if he can't meet your eyes. maybe that's for the best, you're not sure you could manage to get it out if his gaze was pouring into you. you're barely sure you can get it out now.

"well i... i really enjoyed the party today. and it just made me think about... well, about us having a baby," you speak slowly, probing for a reaction from your husband.

his jaw tightens and his eyes widen, and you can tell he wants to turn and face you and see your expression.

"oh yeah? what about us having a baby?" he asks patiently.

your heart is still racing as he lets you fidget with his fingers in your lap.

"i think i want to start trying for a baby... if you want to, too," your voice quivers a bit.

kento stretches his hand out to envelope yours, squeezing your hand in his.

"sweetheart," he breathes, "are ya sure?"

"mhm. been thinking about it for a while," you admit, "but you really sold it at the party. you're so good with your niece."

he brings the back of your hand to his lips, "i'd love to start tryin', darlin'. 've wanted to start a family with ya for forever. you're really sure?"

"i am, kento. i really want this. i really want this with you."

he pulls up to a stop sign and pulls you in to kiss your lips quickly, but enthusiastically.

"i want this too, baby. ya wanna start tryin' when we get home?" his hand falls back down to your thigh, creeping close to the hem of your pretty sundress.

you lean across the console to press a kiss to his cheek, "yeah, let's start trying, handsome."

you barely get through the door, your lips crashing into each other's as kento tosses his keys into the bowl, not losing his focus—you—for even a second.

his hands hold you tightly around your middle, pulling you as close to him as possible as his tongue licks into your mouth hungrily.

you moan into his mouth, your fingers tangled in his hair as he pushes you against the wall, hands lowering to pull your dress up.

"you want me to put a baby in ya?" he pants against your jaw, immediately reattaching his lips to your skin after the words leave his mouth. "been waitin' for ya to finally let me get ya pregnant. fuck, you'll be the best mama, won'tcha?"

he pulls your panties aside, swiping his fingers through your cunt to gather up your arousal, licking it up greedily before thumbing over your clit.

"fuck, please, ken," you squeak as he slips a finger into your pussy, gently but thoroughly preparing you for him. "please gimme a baby, want it so bad."

his lips are back on yours, tongue sucking up your pretty moans as his fingers piston in and out of you.

"i'll give ya what ya want, just like i always do," he breathes against your lips. "anything my pretty wife wants, ain't that right?"

"pleeease, ken, need you now," you moan, feeling your walls start to clench around his fingers.

he pulls them out with a pop, once again sucking the juices off of them before he lifts you off your feet without once taking his lips away from yours, and carrying you off into the bedroom.

kento lays you down on the bed lovingly, despite the passion and adrenaline passing between both of you. his hands and his lips, however, move erratically, entirely driven by kento's desire—his need—to give you a baby.

he's quick to pull your dress off, leaving you in just your panties, his shirt following quickly after. every second your lips separate from kento's you're both letting out breathless gasps of "fuck," and "love you so much."

his hands are roaming eagerly from your jaw, pulling you into loving and indulgent kisses before sliding down to squeeze your tits.

"these are gonna get all full of milk pretty soon, sweetheart," he says between sucking and kissing your neck and chest. "y're gonna be the prettiest momma, baby. fuck, my pretty, perfect wife. love ya so much, darlin'."

you reach your hands up to cup either side of his face, "i love you too, kento. so much. i want this so bad—want this with you."

kento closes the space between his lips and yours once more before kissing down your front until he gets to the waistband of your panties. he kisses your clit through the fabric, tongue poking out to prod at your damp slit.

your fingers tie into his hair once again, "kenn, i need your cock now, need you to get me pregnant now," you whine.

a grin breaks out on kento's face, and he kisses your cunt one more time before pulling away to shove his jeans and boxers down. his cock springs out, hard and leaking and you nearly whimper at the sight. you've taken him how many times? yet every time it amazes you.

kento crawls his way back over you, tongue finding yours immediately as his fingers slide your panties down your legs. you can't help clenching your thighs together, the anticipation of finally getting to try for a baby, of taking kento raw, thrilling and intimidating at the same time.

he slides himself through your dripping cunt, coating himself in your arousal. you're just about to start crying for him to fuck you when he spits on your pussy and slides his dick through it, making both of you sloppy messes.

"please ken, fuck me," you breathe against his cheek between kisses, "make me a momma."

kento lines himself up, his tip barely prodding at your entrance before kissing you with every bit of love and adoration in his heart and soul and thrusting all the way into your warm, soaking pussy.

the moan you let out come straight from your stomach as you feel your husband finally fuck you. your fingernails dig into his back when he finds his pace—slow, but deep. so deep—and plows you into the mattress.

your legs kick up hopelessly as he pounds into you, the sound of skin on skin mixing with the moans that sneak out in between kissing him.

kento keeps one hand on the side of your face so he can admire you, the other rubbing your throbbing clit.

"shit," he groans, "need to fill this little pussy, need to get you pregnant, oh my god."

you don't think you've ever heard your husband this fucked out, and it makes you just as drunk off his pleasure as well as your own. you can't even muster up any words, too lost in the overwhelming sensation kento always brings you. even so, he's on another level of aroused and sexy tonight.

"please," you hiccup out, "please, please kento, please fill me-"

he cuts you off, licking fire into your mouth as his hips start to move faster, his cock nearly punching against your cervix.

you're so close you have to fight not to squeeze your eyelids shut, too intent on seeing your handsome husband as he finally fucks a baby into you.

"c'mon, momma, cum f'r me, c'mon sweetheart, just cum 'n i'll fill you right up, fill you to the brim," he says, picking up his pace on your clit and continuing his relentless pace.

it doesn't take much more than his words to send you over the edge, your eyes rolling back in your head as your body shakes with the tremors of pleasure.

just as you're starting to come down from your high, kento makes a few final thrusts before finishing right behind you, pushing every ounce of his cum as deep as he can.

you watch his abs clench as he continues rolling his hips against yours, slowly, leisurely keeping you full, just like he promised.

you pull him down for another kiss, this one more worn out, but somehow more in love than you've ever felt.

"did so good for me, darlin'," he smiles at you, finally pulling out and laying down next to you. "always do so good for me. love ya so much, angel."

you smile back at him, "i love you too, kento. more than anything. i'm so happy we're gonna start a family."

he pulls you against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, "me too, darlin'."

you snake your arms around him, looking up at him with fucked out, gorgeous eyes, "you know, we might as well get a few more tries in tonight. just so we know for sure."

he pulls you all the way up so you're straddling him, leaning just above his lips, "i think y're right, darlin'. can't be too sure."

you giggle, heart fuller than ever, as you kiss your husband.

hai hope you enjoyed if you read this far :3 pls consider sending more cowboy!nanami asks either here or on @chuuyasboots !! okay thanks so much for reading

[cowboykento]

Omg your cowboy!kento has me strung up by my ballsack in the best way possible :) If your request inbox is open….i’d love a drunken cowboy!kento being all lovey dovey and handsy with wifey while she helps him stumble through the house and help him into bed please and thank you your highness 🙏🏼🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

ahhh!!! you’re so funny anon that made me giggle, also i loooove this request so thank u very much :3 love u lots

(i did in fact keep this sfw but minors should not be interacting with this account in general bc it is mostly nsfw so if you see this, feel free to read and then carry on pls and thx)

cowboy!nanami doesn’t go out to drink very often—if he’s going to drink, he’d much rather have a beer or a glass of wine with you and either sit on the porch or the couch, cozied up together. but every once in a while his friends will convince him to make an appearance.

you’d had a part in convincing him, as well, practically pushing him out the door and insisting that he would have much more fun once he actually got there and spent some time with his friends.

“it’d be more fun if you came with me, darlin’,” he tries as he puts his coat on, truly jealous of you curled up in bed with your book.

“i’m busy here, kento,” you raise your book for emphasis. “besides, it’s been a while since you’ve seen gojo and shoko, you’ll have fun! or at least you can probably get some free drinks out of gojo.”

he grimaces but comes over to the edge of the bed to give you a kiss, “whatever you say, sweetheart. i’ll be back by midnight. love ya.”

“stay out as late as you want, handsome. i love you too. text or call if you need anything.”

he hums confirmation before leaving you to your cozy bed and book.

you get a few texts from your husband throughout the night, just small updates or gripes about gojo that made you giggle. after a while the texts start to die down, and you assume kento’s finally loosened up a bit and is having fun.

around midnight, ever true to his word, you get another text from kento: “home soonbaby, lpve you.”

you smile at your phone—happy that kento had clearly had a good night—and shut your book to wait by the front door. it’s only ten minutes later when you see headlights turn into the driveway. you step out to the porch as kento… and gojo walk towards you.

at first glance it looked like kento was helping gojo walk, and you sighed thinking about having to clean up the guest room on such short notice, but as they stepped into the porch light, it was evident that kento was much more drunk than gojo, and he was being helped in.

before you can ask how this had happened, kento seems to recognize that he was home, and that you were waiting for him.

he looks up at you from the bottom of the porch steps, the stars shining in his eyes, “mm, hey pretty girl,” he slurs a bit, making you giggle as you step down to help.

“guess it’s been longer than our cowboy thought since he’s been out,” gojo chimes in as you slide under kento’s arm. “nanamin’s turned into a lightweight it seems.”

kento shrugs gojo away from him, standing mostly on his own but swaying against you a few times.

“thank you gojo, i’ll take care of him from here.”

“finally, he’s been begging for you since his first drink,” gojo laughs, sending you both a quick wink before heading back to the car.

you shift your attention to kento, who’s looking at you with a soft smile on his lips. (he’s been staring at you this whole time).

“let’s go inside, handsome,” you tell him, pulling him forward with you.

as you take the first step, kento pulls you back to him quickly, “can you gimme a kiss first?”

you can’t help giggling at the small pout on his lips, but you quickly oblige him, standing on your tiptoes and giving him a quick peck.

kento’s lips quickly shift into a soft smile as his thumb rubs the back of your hand. he lets you lead him inside easily now, following you almost without thinking about it as you take get him ready for bed.

you’re tempted to take a photo of him just to prove how cute he’s being—your fluffy pink headband holding his hair back while you wash his face. he’s coherent enough to help you as you take care of him, but the entire time he’s just looking at you with hearts in his eyes and the biggest smile on his lips.

you’re content with the quiet that’s settled between you, but every once in a while kento will break it to ask for another kiss. or sometimes he won’t even verbalize it, he’ll just give you a sleepy little pout and you know exactly what he means.

it’s so endearing to you to have your husband like this—he’s always sweet with you, but he’s just enthralled with you right now.

“can i have another kiss, baby?” he asks as you cuddle up next to him in bed.

you brush his pretty blonde hair out of his face and give his forehead a kiss, which makes him frown. before he can even complain, you give him another right on his lips, and you can feel him smile into it.

when you pull away there’s a look of bliss on kento’s face, “love you so much, darlin’. y’re the best thing t’ ever happen to me, y’know?”

you scratch your nails along the contours of his chest idly, “i love you too, handsome, to the moon and back.”

this time kento leans in to steal a quick kiss from you, “i love you more, pretty girl.”

normally you’d give in and playfully argue with him, but before the words escape your lips you notice that kento’s eyes have fallen shut, and his breathing has evened out.

you smile to yourself—kento may have gotten the last word, but you had the joy of spending the rest of your life with him, so really, what more could you ask for?

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[cowboykento]

warnings: weed, a whole bunch of kissin’

unwinding after a long day with a joint and your husband, cowboy!nanami. work had beaten you down all week, but now it was finally friday and you could leave the stress behind and enjoy time to yourself.

you couldn’t feel more comfortable as you sit on kento’s lap, enveloped by his arms and a lingering cloud of smoke around your heads.

your body feels both weightless and leaden as you sit in the quiet evening, chirping cicadas the only sound to be heard this late.

kento’s hands feel molten against your thigh, skin cooled by the early autumn evening. his lips feel even warmer as they slowly, lazily kiss against your neck and your jaw.

you turn to face him, a mischievous smile on your face. you laugh at the sleepy look on kento’s face, so out of place on such an otherwise stoic and put-together man.

“don’t pout, handsome,” you kiss the corner of his lips playfully. “you can love on me all you want, just wanted to get a good look at my handsome husband.”

a lazy smile pulls at the corner of his lips as he greedily chases your kiss with several more of his own—just quick, silly pecks against your waiting lips.

you giggle in between kisses before tangling your hands in kento’s hair and pulling him in for a deep, tender kiss. he groans into your mouth, vulnerable and desperate for your love.

his hands trail up from your thighs to your waist, his grip just as firm, keeping him tethered to the earth.

“i love you, ken,” you pull away to look at him again, a goofy smile on your lips and hearts in your eyes. you give his cheek a quick kiss before adding, “best husband in the whole world.”

his thumbs make small circles against your skin, his eyes full of just as much love as your own.

“guess that’s fittin’, since y’re the best wife in the world,” he keens as your fingertips run through his hair. “my pretty, perfect wife. all mine.”

idk guys i’m sick over him

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[cowboykento]

cw: weed (edibles)

splitting an edible with cowboy!kento while you sit out on his porch in the cool spring evening.

you sit next to him on the swinging bench while you wait for it to kick in, your legs tucked against you and your pinky finger wrapped around kento's. you tell him about your day at work, and he replies with his own questions and comments as you go.

you can feel it behind your eyes and floating in your head first, in the middle of kento's question, and you wonder if he notices the way your eyes have slowly started to squint.

he can, but only because he's so aware of the tingling in his cheeks and the floating sensation in his head. he looks at you like you're a vision, his own eyes falling almost shut just like yours.

"'m sorry, what did you say?" you ask, too distracted by the sensation overtaking you to really have heard him.

"asked ya how that project ya started last week was goin'," he smiles widely at you, a kind of goofy grin pulling his lips in a way you don't think you've ever seen before. "y'gettin' distracted?"

you giggle at him, scooting in closer to him so that you're neatly tucked into his side, your head resting on his shoulder and your fingers intertwining with his.

"little bit," you reply. "hard not to with the way you were looking at me."

he nuzzles his cheek on the top of your head, "and how was i lookin' at ya, darlin'?"

you think about how much thicker his accent is already now that he's starting to really feel his high. you want to tease him about it, but the thought slips out of your mind as easily as it comes. it's easy to get distracted feeling kento so close next to you.

"like you're stupid in looove," you poke at his side, teasing him. "biggest grin on your pretty face, ken. mmm, you're so handsome."

he tilts his head and presses a kiss on your cheek, "i am stupid in love with ya, sweetheart. you already knew that though, don'tcha?"

you smile just as widely as him, turning and facing him so you can kiss his lips. you bring your hand up to cup his jaw, your fingers pressing against his skin gently, lovingly.

he kisses you back enthusiastically, letting himself melt into you, fully indulging in the feeling and taste of your lips on his. his head may feel like it's in the clouds, but your lips are what tethers him to earth, and he thinks that it's just perfect.

"i do," you pull away, taking a quick, smiling breath. "i do know that. you're the most perfect man in the world. can't even imagine not loving you."

he pulls your lips back against his before replying, "oh, darlin', i love ya more than anythin'," he kisses you again, pulling you onto his lap. "more than anythin'. it's so easy lovin' you, my perfect angel, oh i love you."

you giggle against his lips, your heart warm as you wrap your arms around his neck. kento's always loving, but you can't get enough of his affection right now.

his hands come up to hold your face tenderly, his love pouring out through his lips, his hands, and his heart all the same.

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[dreamyyy222222]

love me a cowboy 🤍

you wake up early one morning to make coffee for you and cowboy!kento for when he returns from the morning work. he smiles when he sees you in the kitchen, wearing nothing but his t-shirt that reaches just past your butt.

“g’mornin’ pretty girl.” he says, stepping into the kitchen.

“good morning, ken,” you reply with your own smile. “was about to make breakfast, you’re in sooner than i thought you’d be.”

he hums, pulling you in close before you have a chance to hand him his coffee, kissing you passionately. it starts slow, like the morning, but then his tongue slips into your mouth, hungry for more.

“that’s okay, darlin’, was thinkin of having somethin else for breakfast, anyway,” he replies with a smirk that’s too handsome for his own good.

you giggle, “oh? what’s that, handsome?”

his hands slip below your ass, picking you up and placing you on the counter gently, returning his lips to yours.

“i think you know, sweetheart,” he answers, his hands rubbing along your hips, pleasantly surprised to find that you’re not wearing any panties. “mmm, you must, you made it even easier for me, didn’t ya? such a sweet girl. my sweet girl,” he says, kissing you again before pulling you to the edge of the counter, pushing his t-shirt up enough to reveal your pussy.

he gets on his knees, ever reverent of you, and kisses along your leg, sending shivers up your spine. your fingers find their place in his straw-colored hair, pushing it away from his face.

“y’gonna let me enjoy my breakfast, darlin’?” he looks up at you, pleading in his eyes.

your ankles cross behind his back as you nod, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

“good girl,” he mutters before delving in, licking a stripe through your folds.

your grip in his hair tightens immediately as he finds your clit, kissing and sucking it gently. you let out a moan, tossing your head back in pleasure.

his tongue is all over you—licking from your clit to your entrance and sucking up all of your juices like it’s the nectar of the gods.

“always taste so good for me, princess,” he mumbles against your cunt, too starved to pull himself away for even a moment.

you pull at his hair even harder, urging him on as if he needed it. he moans against your clit, sending vibrations through your body and forcing a moan of your own out from your lips.

he sucks your clit with precision, his fingers making their way to your hole, slipping one in and curling it up to find the spot inside you that makes you see stars.

“oh, fuck, kento, oh my god,” you moan loudly.

your perfect moans only motivate him further as he picks up his pace, licking your clit and fucking you with his finger.

he slips a second in, drawing another pretty whine from you, and he thinks this is the closest he’s ever gotten to heaven. the sun pools in from the windows, casting light on you like a goddess.

“so, so gorgeous, angel,” he says, fucking you faster, desperate to taste your release on his tongue.

“fuck, kento,” you pant, “i’m close, i’m close—gonna cum!”

your words make him groan, “that’s it, cum for me, pretty girl. cum all over my tongue.”

his words are all it takes for the coil in your tummy to snap, your release pouring out of you and right onto kento’s eager tongue. he doesn’t let up his ministrations, in fact he picks up the pace yet again, fucking you desperately through your orgasm.

when the shocks and shudders of your release subside, kento pulls off you begrudgingly, but not before placing another kiss on your cunt.

when he stands up again, you pull him in for a kiss, and you can taste yourself all over his lips and tongue. your release shines in his chin and nose, and his hair is a mess from your pulling, but you think he’s never looked so handsome.

he kisses you just as hungrily, like he’ll never get enough of you, when you finally pull away for a breath.

“wanna go back to bed? let me return the favor?”

he grins at you before his hands slip back under your thighs, picking you up and taking you back to his bed for another round.

you have to make another pot of coffee when you’re finally done, but you’d make a million more to spend every morning like this with kento.

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