#daddy nanami

[hazzelle-kento]

‘Love, are you still listening?’

‘Probably :)’ … Happy Birthday to my beautiful man.

[pseudowho]

Grey

You live a vigilante life, taking down Curses and Curse Users on commission. When finances force you to take a job from Jujutsu High, you find yourself stumbling into Nanami Kento's lap, where he has a proposition for you instead.

ThatHigurumaBathScene! But with Nanami Kento. Post Shibuya AU.

Warnings: AU!MorallyGrey Nanami Kento, Hot/ColdDom Nanami Kento, 18+, deep throat and other goodies, you know what you're here for.

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I hate to say I'm beginning to see My own reflection in my adversaries [...]

What's the price of a soul? What's its worth versus gold? I tried to beg for mine But it was already sold

Does nobody think twice? What does your hell look like? Does everyone have their price? Where they finally break

-- Sylosis, A Sign of Things to Come

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"So what can you tell me about this...Rogue sorcerer, that will make him easier to find?"

The backstreet diner was dimly lit, with a sickly orange light flickering above the window outside. Sounds and smells of greasy cooking seeped into your ears and clothes.

You swirled a spoon in your mug, already pissed off with the Jujutsu High representative, who seemed to find new ways to be spectacularly unhelpful with every answer he gave.

"He uses...a blunt blade of sorts. Wrapped in white cloth. He usually wears a suit. A tall man, I hear."

"Tall and in a suit. Right. That narrows it down. Thanks a lot."

The representative bristled. "You come highly recommended, despite being...unconventional," he sneered at you,  "The sorcerer in question has been tracked to somewhere in this vicinity." A marked map, along with a slim folder, was tossed across the table to you. The representative stood, brushing imaginary crumbs off his suit. "You know your task. Convince him to come back and work for Jujutsu High again, or eliminate him. He's too unpredictable. He threatens the fabric of sorcerer society."

You were silent, appraising the folder's contents. "Threatens the fabric of sorcerer society," you scoffed. They said the same about you. Any sorcerer acting independently of the higher-ups' control, whether a danger to good people or not, was seen as a danger, a rogue element. You would make your own assessment of the man, if you found him.

For now, it was late, the sun long gone down. You had insisted upon all expenses paid, alongside a generous wage, and were surprised when your price was agreed upon immediately. As such, a very exclusive hotel had a room reserved for you, for as long as you needed it. It was of no real comfort to your sinking loneliness, but a warm bed came second to a warm companion, when living on the move never guaranteed a good night's sleep. Picking up the folder and your bags, you headed to your hotel, to begin your hunt for the nameless rogue sorcerer first thing in the morning.

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The hotel had a beautiful restaurant, you considered, sipping your wine with quiet hums of approval. Leaning forwards, your chin on your arched fingers, you pondered over dessert. As you perused the menu, you barely glanced at the tall figure pressing briefly against your side on his way past your table.

"Excuse me," murmured a low, smooth voice. A spiced, warm cologne filled your senses as you turned briefly, watching a tall blond figure walk away from you. You thought nothing more of it.

After dinner, on your way up the hotel room's corridors, you felt through all of your pockets, certain you had picked up your key card, but hopelessly unable to find it.

By the time you reached room number seventy-three, you were forced to accept you had lost it. Yet, you were about to turn on your heels and head back to Reception when you noticed the door, already slightly open. Sensing a trap, and holding little but disdain for traps, you walked in with confidence, closing the door behind you, locking it.

Scanning the room, you called out; "I'm not that easily spooked. I'm not trapped in here with you. You're trapped in here with me."

You heard a low, sultry chuckle from the bathroom, the gentle swish of water sounding as something shifted in it. You may have been forced to eat your words, when a rush of Cursed energy that was so powerful, so heavy, hit you, a sandstorm on a desert. You had a sinking realisation that your rogue sorcerer may have hunted you down, before you'd hunted him.

"Are you going to come in?" the smooth voice called from the bathroom, as you forced yourself to take a breath. "I don't bite." Shaking yourself off, you pressed your body flat to the wall, concealed, as you pulled open the bathroom door. A few moments passed, and nothing happened. You heard the man, humming a song to himself. Slow swishes of water.

Glancing in, your tummy twisted as you took in the sight before you. Lying spread-eagled in the full bathtub, fully-clothed, was a man as well-grown and vast as his Cursed energy. Long legs, clad in an expensive black suit, and thick thighs pressed over the lip of the tub, wet clothes clinging to every peak and mountain of the man's body, leaving little to the imagination. In his hands, a small pair of dark glasses. His face, as of yet, not visible, but his left hand and his neck were covered in thick, red burn scars.

"Somebody's been using my bath," you offered, more nervous than you sounded. Heat pooled in your belly as the man chuckled again.

"Does that make me Goldilocks?" he asked, "I always thought I was more of a Daddy Bear." He lifted his head, looking at you now, and you blushed. Outstandingly handsome, even with deep scarring, you groaned inwardly to yourself, why are the problematic ones always so handsome?

"I've heard a lot about you," the blond man mused, swirling the water with his fingertips, his visible slim brown eye burning up and down your body, and you felt so completely seen, feeling his gaze burn even through his eye patch.

Outwardly cool, you smiled slightly at him, eyes narrowing; "Then you probably already know what I'm here for." The man sighed, in equal measures amused and exasperated.

"Jujutsu High have been after me returning to their sloppy little books for years. What did they think sending you after me would do?" He polished his glasses, before looking to you sternly, "Unless they've recruited you, hmm? Is that it? Are you a honey-trap?" You scoffed, your blush only deepening, much to the blond man's amusement. Swiftly and to your alarm, the man began to climb out of the bath, water cascading off him. Your stomach clenched again, desire coiling within. This man is an Adonis.

He raised his hand to you as you flinched, reaching for your weapons; "Calm down. I have no interest in hurting you." The man straightened, dropping his suit-jacket to the floor with a wet slap. "Those pieces of shit at Jujutsu High, however..." He approached you slowly now, looming over you, disgust in his eyes, "...who have no regard for your wellbeing, or any of their own sorcerers and students for that matter, would happily send you to try to threaten me back, even when they know it would be a fight you could never win."

He pressed against the wall above your head with his forearm now, leaning down to your ear and whispering.

"What was it you said, Little Bear? I'm not trapped in here with you; you're trapped in here with me." Your heart thumped behind your breasts, but you raised your head to meet his eye, one hand on his chest to prevent him getting any closer. He grasped your hand, pressing it to him, "The name's Nanami Kento. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Shit shit shit. "Nanami Kento? The Nanami Kento?" you cried, "They sent me after you? You're not even--" you faltered, and Kento smirked as you caught on.

"Not even, strictly speaking, a Curse User, no," he finished for you, "Just not at their beck and call. I hunt what I want, when I want. Freelance, if you will. Just like you, Little Bear. So tell me, are you in such dire straits, a talent such as yourself, that you needed to accept me as a job?"

You huffed, head turning to the side, and Kento traced his eyes down your breasts, hardening inside his wet trousers.

"You don't only kill Curses, Nanami," you deferred, "you're a man-killer too. Your kill count is impressive to say the least."

Kento eyed you shrewdly, voice low and slow, "Would you call them men? Rapists, abusers, murderers...there are all sorts of monsters in this world." You gulped. You didn't disagree with him. It was becoming rapidly apparent that you could not complete this job. Despite his assurances that he would not hurt you, his huge frame blocking your exit, the way he had stolen your key card at the restaurant to intercept you, and the threat you posed to his vigilantism, spoke differently.

"You could always come with me," Kento purred, "we're kindred spirits already.  And a bit of company might be a pleasant change. I'll pay you whatever they promised." His soft assurances were warm and honeyed against your ear, and you felt acutely how lonely you were.

"I don't need your money," you spat, pushing him away now, furious with yourself for even considering his offer. Kento stepped reluctantly away from you, a prize which he had every reason to allow himself to be caught by. You, the stories of whose exploits Kento had drank up, coming to hunt him down? He was flattered and thrilled when his informant at Jujutsu High warned him.

"Imagine what a team we could be," Kento growled, pacing in front of you, incensed that you couldn't see how simple and beautiful the solution could be.

In truth, you saw it. You saw yourself working with this man on your shared aims. You saw yourself ridding the world of Curses and monsters without agenda, but with him. It was with a sinking feeling that you knew if you chose to go with Nanami, the brittle mutual understanding you had with Jujutsu High to leave you alone as long as you offered them occasional services, would be lost. You risked becoming an enemy, a rogue element like him.

"It's not what I came here for," you responded stiffly, Kento wide-eyed with fury at your rejection, scarred skin strained against his eye patch. You straightened, putting a brave face on your fragile resolve as you turned your back on him, grabbing the door handle. "I won't be coming with you. I'll tell Jujutsu High exactly what you think of their offer. It won't be me who bothers you anymore."

As you moved to leave, you felt strong, corded arms move around you to hold the door closed, one wrapping tightly around your waist. Your heart nearly leapt out of your mouth.

"Stay," Kento urged, pulling you back to him.

"I thought you killed rapists," you spat at him. His arms stiffened around you.

"Please, don't compare me to scum. I don't need to rape you to get you into bed with me." Despite yourself, your pulse throbbed in your ears, and between your legs. "You're lonely. I'm lonely. We have shared goals. We could defy their system together." His mouth ghosted against your neck and he was delighted to feel you shiver against his tongue.

Feeling bolder, Kento laid his hand over the back of yours, grasping, and pressing them flat together against the wall. As he leant you forwards, his teeth sank into the back of your neck, and the wetness from his suit seeped through your clothes. He was so close, you couldn't tell where you began and he ended. The urge to give in was dizzying, images of chasing a different life with this man rushing through you a mile a minute, and you felt him pause for a moment, shivering against you.

"Cold," he murmured on your neck. "Have you ever taken a bath in your clothes?" You couldn't answer him, too overwhelmed by the press of his cock, insistently rigid, against your back. He kissed your neck again, hard. "Just to feel something." His fingers, cool and rough, slipped underneath the bottom of your shirt, nails grazing against the sensitive skin of your stomach.

"I don't...Nanami, I'm not..." He groaned, still breathing heavily against you.

"I want you," he intoned against you, "Maybe you can have something better than what you came here for."

"You're...you're a stranger to me," you gasped, resolve crumbling, body crying out for affection and release.

"I don't have to be," Nanami pressed, squeezing your hand, joined with his against the wall, "so let me show you what being needed really is...and then you can decide what you want to tell Jujutsu High."

Kento turned you round to face him, his one visible warm brown eye hooded with desire, beginning to unbutton his own shirt as he stroked your jaw, maintaining eye contact. You stared him down, vulnerable, tearful and overwhelmed. His thumb swiped across your eyes, hushing you softly.

"I know you don't want me to stop...do you?" he purred, his voice low and dangerous. You trembled, never wanting to find companionship like this, but sinking into Nanami's insistent control felt so intoxicating. Increasingly fearful of your own desires, you backed away to the wall again, pursued by Nanami, who blocked you in place, his knee pressed against the wall and between your legs.

"Please..." you began, begging him for...what? Pleasure? Or escape? You warred with yourself, as Nanami finished removing his shirt, wet and peeled off his body, and gods was he a sight to behold. His taut muscles and roughly hewn burn scars drew your eyes to his chest, drinking him in. Nanami smirked, tilting your chin up to him and pulling you in firmly for a kiss which broached no argument. You gasped at the sudden intrusion and Nanami took full advantage, plundering his tongue into your mouth, filling your senses with whiskey and smoke. Your arms, numb with shock, were grasped by Nanami, one by the wrist and placed against his burned chest, and one slipped under his belt, your palm flat against the trail of hair on his abdomen, just deep enough for your fingertips to graze the base of his cock.Your fingertips flinched back, and Nanami's hand pressed over yours, holding your fingers in place, his tongue trembling against yours as he shivered.

"Do you want me to stop?" he rumbled again, his mouth beginning to make a course down your jaw and neck. Leaning away momentarily, he read your face, flushed with pleasure, tears of rage in your eyes. Nanami chuckled behind your ear, nipping your earlobe hard until you squeaked and cringed. You didn't want him to stop, but couldn't be a part of making this decision for yourself. Nanami pushed your hand deeper behind his belt, the flat of your palm now pressed hard against his throbbing erection, happy to make the decision for you. Tentatively, you squeezed him, cock pulsing enticingly against your fingers, and he groaned into your mouth.

Nanami's last reservations about your willingness fell away completely, and he grabbed your jaw roughly, his hand extending to your throat and squeezing the sides, deepening his kiss. You squeaked again, your nails digging into his chest, heat flooding through you as he maintained the pressure of your hand holding his cock behind his belt, rutting forwards into your palm. Nanami felt his pleasure beginning to peak, too early, and held his hips and your hand still for a moment,your panting breaths mingling together.

Silent, heart visibly racing through the thick veins in his neck, Kento dropped to his knees in front of you. His expression stern, determined, he gripped the front seam of your trousers and ripped them open as if they were made of paper, maintaining eye contact with you the whole time, daring you to stop him. Lifting your thighs onto his shoulders as you gasped, wordless and chest heaving, your hands fell flat against the wall behind you, and Nanami rubbed his nose and lips against your puffy folds, all but completely exposed behind your soaked underwear. You clapped your hand over your mouth to keep from crying out as he inhaled deeply through his nose, euphoric in the smell of you.

"Do you want me to stop?" he hummed, the vibrations rumbling through your clit as you moaned, a high-pitched keening sound. Instinctively, both hands came off the wall to sink into Nanami's damp blond hair, pulling hard at the roots, holding his face between the heat of your legs. Rumbling his approval, Nanami's fingers swiped your underwear to the side, his tongue delving deeply between your folds, immediately beginning to flick insistently over your clit.

All rational thoughts went out of the window as Nanami licked and sucked between your legs, full attention paid to your pleasure, as you fell apart around him, thighs squeezing his head. Nanami's strong hands cupped your bum through your trousers, kneading the plush fat as he took your clit into his lips and sucked, feeling you shake as you approached the edge.

"Do you want me to stop?" he growled, and you couldn't stop yourself from whining your displeasure as he halted just before your orgasm hit you. Giving you no chance to answer, he took your clit firmly between his lips again, mouth and tongue hot and wet between your folds as you came, crying out and trembling, both hands clawing desperately at his hair, blinded by the peppering lights in your eyes.

Giving you no time to snap back to reality, you felt yourself being lifted and heaved over Nanami's shoulder.  He kicked the bathroom door open, carrying you through to the bedroom and lounge, dimly lit by the Tokyo skyline outside. Nanami dropped you on your back onto the table, positioning you until your head hung off the edge. Neck extended as you stared up at him, panting, eyes glazed, Nanami hummed as he slowly fingered the outline of your throat, his other hand undoing his belt. You gulped, mouth watering as you realised his intentions.

Lifting his heavy cock out of his trousers, Nanami began to stroke it, thumb swiping across the leaking tip, and he looked down at you, pupils blown with lust. He pressed two fingers into your mouth, shuddering with anticipation as he felt your tongue run against his fingers, licking the precum off his fingertips.

"Do...you want me to stop?" He forced out, pupils dilating as you opened your mouth for him slowly, invitingly. "Oh, fuck," groaned Nanami, pressing his length past your lips, hissing as the sensitive tip glided over your tongue and hit the back of your throat, curving to its shape, and he bucked into you, hands gripping your jaw and throat with bruising force as you gagged around him.

Nanami pulled out for long enough for you to take a deep breath through your nose, before fucking your throat with total abandon. Your wet gags and sloppy occasional breaths sent him reeling, his fingers resting on the outer edges of your throat thrilling him as he felt his cock bully past them. Hearing Nanami cursing, his voice breaking with stuttered moans, you felt heat coil in your belly, hands reaching out to grip his wet thighs to ground yourself. You felt so used, eyes streaming into your hair as he reached down your body, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he reached between your legs and curved two fingers up into your pussy, still wet from his tongue, his thumb swiping urgently over your clit. You convulsed, your hypersensitive clit tossing you into a painful second orgasm as your muscles fluttered against his curled fingers.

"Do you...do you want-- ahhh, fuck, take it take it, you're such a good girl," Nanami caged youin, hands flat on the table beside your waist, his balls hot and heavy against your nose as he came with a shout, rivers of cum trickling down your throat as you gagged, nails digging into his thighs as he rutted into your mouth, stunned by the strength of his orgasm. He pulled out of your mouth, sweaty and panting, his abs heaving in front of your face, stroking drops of his seed away from the sides of your mouth as you gasped and coughed on the table.

"Not enough," he gasped, stroking himself, half-hard already as the sight of you, spread and messy with cum on the table, "it's not enough. I'm not finished with you yet." You began to sit up, turning on the table, moving slowly towards him as he spoke again, stumbling and sweating, "Do you want me to--" Nanami was cut off by your kiss, forceful and determined as you locked your arms behind his neck.

Groaning appreciatively, carrying your weight as you locked your legs around his waist, Nanami stumbled to the bed, kicking off his trousers and beginning to rip your clothes off you. Your breasts freed, he latched aggressively onto your nipples, growling against you, completely absorbed in his plan to pound you into the mattress until you saw stars.

You bit into his shoulder blade as your trousers and underwear were flung unceremoniously aside, grabbing his cock and guiding it to your entrance, where he bottomed out in one smooth thrust, making you shriek as your pussy stretched, and you grasped onto him as you struggled to accommodate his size. Unexpectedly intimate, Nanami clasped his hand to yours, joined as he braced on his forearm above your head.

"I can't...I can't stop," Nanami choked out, slamming into you with a force that had you reeling. Barely held in place as his hips slammed yours up the bed, you locked your ankles behind Kento's hips, and he grasped you, pressing your knees to your chest until you were folded in two. Feeling his eye patch about to slip loose, and momentarily afraid you'd be disgusted by him, Nanami buried his face in your neck, grunting with every thrust as you mewled in his ear, your fingers deep in his hair, causing shivers down his spine.

You groaned, sultry and guttural, as his thick cock pounded your cervix, shuddering as you came, heat deep in your belly as Kento collapsed onto you, weak and drained as his seed filled you again, so overwhelmed by pleasure that he thought he may have seen god for a moment.

Flopping beside you on the bed, Nanami patted around above your head for his eye patch. Your hand reached up, grabbing his, lowering it to clasp together between your bodies. Nanami felt his chest clench, momentarily touched by your companionship and easy acceptance of his broken body.

"...what the hell am I going to tell Jujutsu High?" You groaned, as Nanami laughed richly, shooting you a wicked look.

"You'll come with me, then?"

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[ridingthatd]

when it comes to really nasty fantasies there is no day that I can not stop thinking about being Nanami cumdump. Like before going to work he would always fill you up, sometimes when he goes out early he does it when you are still asleep and then when he is done he puts in the little pink plug so you will not feel empty without his seed. He asks you to not wear any panties in the house so when he comes back and sees you cooking he hugs you from behind then quickly takes out the plug and replaces it with his cock to fill you up again. When he gets busy he literally either expects you to great him in the entrance on knees ass up pussy spread like a good little cumdump you are or when he leaves he ties you up in a position where your pussy is waiting for him at all times. Usually he praises you for being such a nice cockslevee for him and getting you off as well but there are times when he rudely masturbates over your tied body and only when he is right before the release he slips into your cunt then cums and pulls out without giving you any friction and basically treating you like a toilet for his seed. Yeaaa so now i am gonna bathe in holy water bye

ma'am?!? you can't run away after writing this masterpiece??? this is exactly how i imagine nanami. i would imagine him with a heavy breeding obsession, that he wouldn't leave your poor pussy a second without filling it up. you would have a huge belly bludge from all the warm cum he plugged in you, then he would teasingly push hard on your belly just for the plug that was plugging his seeds inside your pussy to pop out, and his cum would start gushing out of your pussy.

filthy confessions masterlist.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

A Winter Getaway (and Proposal) With You ❄️💍 (BF!Nanami x Black!GF!Reader 18+ One Shot)

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black!Fem!Reader (Dating to Married Couple)

Synopsis: Nanami sweeps you away to his winter cabin for the cold season as he works up the nerve to propose to you. Based on “Wrap Me Up” by Jhene Aiko.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+; Established Relationship; Dating to Engaged; Proposal; Fluffy, Sweet Vanilla Sex; Disfigured!Nanami; Scar Appreciation; Oral (Giving & Receiving); Multiple Positions; Multiple Reader Orgasms; 69ing; Slow to Feral F*cking; Sex By The Fireplace; Reverse Cowgirl; Cum Play; Mild Foot Fetish; Choking; Massaging; Creampie; Breeding; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Something sweet for the holiday season AND for my sweetie Nanami. I love & miss him sm. Enjoy! -Jazz 🩷🩷

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“So did you ask her yet?” Haibara asks for probably the thousandth time this week.

Nanami huffs from his spot crouched on the floor, peering into the cold, unlit fireplace. “For the last time, no,” he snaps. “I didn’t…yet. I’m still figuring out how to and we just got here this morning.”

He stands and reaches for the box of matches up on the mantle, preparing to light the hodgepodge of newspaper and logs he gathered earlier.

“Well, what’s the hold up, Kenny?!” Haibara exclaims. “You could’ve asked her last night! Don’t you love with her?” Nanami rolls his eyes, knowing how dramatic his friend can be. “You know I do,” he growls. Why the hell else would he have rented an AirBNB out in the woods and taken you away on a winter getaway?

You and Nanami have been dating for five years now and only started living together a year ago. Two of the best decisions of his life were asking you to be his girlfriend and then asking you to live with him. You are truly one of a kind. A beauty. A gem. An intelligent, gorgeous, kind, loving woman he would love to spend the rest of his life with. Nanami knows he hit the jackpot with you. With his disfigurement from the Shibuya Incident that resulted in the left side of his face and body being completely scarred, he would have figured no one would love him the way he truly wanted to be.

But then you came along and changed his entire outlook on that. Not only are you so sweet and understanding, you are probably the most beautiful woman he has ever met. You can wear your hair in any fashion and still look damn amazing. He loves the way your brown skin glows in the sunlight. How soft and plump your lips are. The thickness of your thighs and behind that he always takes a peek at when you walk by.

You listen to him when he has stuff on his mind. You always fix him coffee in the morning before work. You laugh at his dry jokes and tolerate his book nerdiness. You are everything to him. He can hardly imagine living a life without you in it and it makes him sick to his stomach to even fathom it.

Which is what brought him here today to this lovely cabin up in the snowy mountains and pushed him to buy that engagement ring. He figured a weekend in a cozy cabin away from the city life would be the perfect time to propose to you. You were more than happy to come along with him, having been drained from work and holiday shopping. And when you found out that a free spa and a ski lodge were just down the road, you were absolutely ecstatic.

“I intend this to be special,” Nanami tells his longtime friend despite the sour taste in his mouth at the mere thought of marriage. “Now quit bothering me. I’m busy making a fire.” He holds his cell phone in the crook of his neck and shoulder while he lights a match and tosses it into the fireplace. Flames eat at the newspaper immediately.

This is really just a ploy to distract himself. The truth is Nanami is terrified of asking you to marry him. Though you live together and have been dating for nearly a decade, you never discussed marriage outright or upfront to each other…which probably would’ve been a better, logical, and more practical idea. But you had told him once before that you’ve always wanted to be married and have a family. He never forgot about that or the dreamy, hopeful look in your brown eyes.

“But it may never happen,” you laughed but it sounded so sad. “People don’t want to build things anymore.” He did. He wanted to build something with you so badly. He wants so much to build on the life you have created together and make your little home into one for three or four. He wants nothing more than to see a little you or him running around with the pet dog or cat, giggling and stumbling about on chubby legs.

That fantasy almost makes him want to wake you up and propose to you right now if it wasn’t for the stone in the pit of his stomach. He is so scared you’ll say no, regret him and leave him. He knows that it’s illogical. He knows that it’s insane. But dammit, if his mind isn’t racing! He just doesn’t know what he’ll do if you say no.

“Where’s the missus at?” Haibara asks. It allows Nanami to not think of marriage or impending doom for a while. “Taking a nap. I just got back from a run, so I’m building a fire for us when she wakes up.”

You, his poor little baby, were wiped out after you left your apartment to hit the road for the AirBNB. It was about a three-hour drive up here and you slept as soon as you got in the house, barely even touring the place. He let you sleep and instead unpacked, ordered groceries from UberEats, and took a run through the snowy hiking trails, letting the cold air fill his lungs and clear his head.

Haibara coos, making Nanami grit his teeth. “Well, aren’t you adorable? Buildin’ her a fire, takin’ her away for a winter getaway.”

“He’s whipped!” Gojo calls from the background. “Did he do it yet?!” Unfortunately, he too is one of Nanami’s oldest friends and work partners in the chaotic world of curse hunting. “Tell him to shut up,” he huffs. “This is why I won’t be telling him at all when it happens. Besides, I’ve got about three days to do it.” Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. Plenty of time to overthink and possibly not even do it and then regret his choices later.

“And those three days will go by fast, so do it as soon as you can!” Haibara lectures. “You’ll keep rethinking it if you avoid it, Kenny.”

“Yeah, then you’ll give her the wrong idea and you’ll be fighting on the way home from your winter weekend love affair,” Gojo adds. Habibara sighs while Nanami resists the urge to hang up. “He’s being dramatic. Just remember what you’re doing this for and why you want to propose.”

Yes, he knows why. It’s because you’re the love of his fucking life and he would be a fool to give you up. To be your husband would be a privilege and an honor. Maybe that would work as his proposal to you. “I just….” He sighs to himself, placing the match box up the mantel and crouching on the floor. He stares into the orange flames of the fireplace, hoping they will give him an answer to his dilemma. “I don’t know how to do this.”

He has never felt so deeply for someone before. He has never even had a romantic partner for this long before. And if you say no, who else would he find? Would he truly be able to move on without you? “There’s no right way to propose, Nanami,” Habibara soothingly says. “Well, there is, but we know you’ll make it as romantic as possible for her. You’re doing it because you love her, right?”

A thousand times yes! “Yes,” he sighs.

“And you wanna be with her, right?” Gojo adds. Nanami’s heart tightens at the thought of you. Beautiful, amazing you. “More than anything,” he answers, his voice tight with emotion.

“Then it’ll come naturally!” Gojo chirps. “You’ll know the right time when it comes, just like when you realized you loved her.” He is right. When Nanami realized he was in love with you, it was as simple as breathing. It was a slow burn surely, but when it happened, Nanami fell hard and fell deep. And to hear that you were in love with him too made him all the more sure that you were his person. But there is still one burning thought in his mind that curses him and has been since the moment he realized he wanted to marry you. “But what if she says no?” he asks, his voice hushed and low. He can’t even say it clearly aloud.

“She wooon’t!” Gojo groans. “Stop thinking so negative, Nanami! Think positive! Who else is gonna treat her like you do?”

‘A lot,’ Nanami wryly thinks. A girl as beautiful, smart, and freaky as you? Any man would be tossing themselves at you. When you go home, Nanami is always catching the wandering eyes of strangers staring at your face, chest, or ass. While it is annoying, he does get a small pang of victory for bagging such a sexy woman, especially with his scars.

“She’ll say yes because she loves you too,” Haibara says, the voice of reason. “After five years together and a year of living together, of course, she will! And if not, then it’s her fucking loss. You deserve so much more, Ken.”

He knows what his friends are right. He knows that you couldn’t possibly refuse after spending five years with him. Yet his mind is still racing and his confidence is waning. “But—“ He freeze, suddenly hearing your footsteps creak overhead. “That’s her,” he hisses. “Don’t call me back.” He quickly hangs up and slips his phone into the pocket of his sweatpants just as you venture down the steps.

You yawn, looking so cute in your baggy sweats, hoodie, and satin bonnet protectively holding your braids. He smiles, opening his arms to you. “Good morning.” A smile pulls at your lips as you walk into them, slumping against his taller, bigger form. “Good morning,” you giggle. “At 3PM.” He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We had quite the morning and you didn’t get much sleep in the car.”

“Mmm, that’s fine,”you sleepily hum. “That bed upstairs is straight out of a dream.” He grins proudly, happy to hear you love the master bedroom. He specifically picked this place out for its fireplace, private hot tub on the deck out back, and cozy atmosphere. “I’m glad you approve.” You giggle, squeezing him against your smaller body. “Oooo, you made a fire?” You peer into the fire, your eyes glistening.

Nanami nods, watching you admire the fire. “The house was freezing when I came back from my run, so I took advantage. It’s supposed to be a snowy night, so I figured I’d cook tonight.” The way you look up at him makes him want to pull that ring out of his suitcase. You stare up at him as if he is the best thing since sliced bread. “Of course,” you softly reply. “I love your cooking, Ken. Plus, a night in with you doesn’t sound too bad.”

You snuggle closer to him, not so subtly pressing your tits against his chest. He notices and instantly, the blood starts rushing to his cock. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t looking forward to three days of sex with you that won’t be interrupted by work calls or responsibilities. “And why is that?” he asks, his voice dipping an octave as he places with the drawstring of your sweats.

You peer up at him again, a smile playing on your lips that is both sexy and adorable. “Well, who else am I gonna force to watch Christmas movies with me?” He tsks, making you giggle hysterically. Of course, you’d want to do that on your winter getaway trip. “Fine. Just not those damn stick figures.” You scoff and smack him on the chest. “Hey! Those are my childhood faves!”

That’s another thing he loves about you: your feistiness. It turns him on every single time. You place your hand on his chest and play with the zipper on his active sweatshirt, breathing in his scent of sweat, sulfur, and pine from outside. “Thank you for this, Nanami. I needed this soooo bad, you have no idea.” He smiles, jubilant and proud for doing this for you. “We both did,” he whispers, pressing a kiss to the crowd of your head.

You tilt your head up, giving him the perfect view of your shapely, soft lips. Suddenly, his are on yours and you stand on your toes to deepen the kiss, turning it from something sweet and innocent into something of passion and need. Need that has been boiling inside of him for days now. Need that makes him jack off at work to the thought of you and that ass that his hands glide over right now while you indulge in his chest.

He suddenly feels your hand slide against the waistband of his pants and gently pulls away. As much as he would love to fuck you out of your mind in front of the fireplace, there will be time for that later. All good things come to those who wait. “I-I should get started on dinner,” he stammers, his cheeks hot with embarrassment and arousal. “Does steak sound good to you?”

You smile, your eyes glittering at the idea of a steak dinner. “That sounds perfect. I’ll take a shower and be back down soon.” He nods and you kiss once more before you break for the moment to do your own thing. But as you go to the staircase, you stop, one hand on the banister. “Nanami?” you call. He turns around to look at you, finding you smiling so lovingly at him. “I love you.”

Those three little words fill him with more life than air could give him. He can’t stop himself from smiling or his stomach from fluttering. “I love you too, baby.” You smile, overjoyed with his reply, and then venture upstairs to take your hot shower.

Yes. Tonight is the night for him. It has to be.

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Two hours later, dinner is done and the night has fallen, cold and white outside.

Nanami stands in the kitchen at the sink, his hands deep in some sudsy, soapy water washing the dishes and wine glasses from dinner. Next to him, the half-empty bottle of red wine that he saved for tonight’s meal sits next to him…along with the ring box.

He is planning on telling you after dinner, but “after dinner” has arrived and he still hasn’t. He washes dishes as a distraction, hoping that maybe he can think of a good way to ask you, but nothing comes.

More than anything, he is afraid of turning such a chill, perfect snowy night into one of awkwardness and tension. A marriage proposal can either make or break a relationship. He would hate to have anything ruin his chances of being with you forever.

Suddenly, he feels two arms wrap around his waist from behind and smiles as your vanilla and cinnamon-scented body wash and caramel body spray hits his nose, tantalizing his senses. “Whatcha doin’?” you whisper. He can tell you’re tipsy from the wine.

“Washing these dishes so we won’t have to do ‘em tomorrow.” He carefully places a wet wine glass on the drying rack before moving on to a dish streaked with residue from the steak and salad he whipped up.

You stop him, your smaller, daintier hands caressing his wrists. “Just put ‘em in the dish washer,” you murmur, your lips at his ear.“Come be with me by the fire. I miss you there.”

Nanami shivers at your presence and your wicked ways. How do you seduce him so easily? He listens, slides your ring into his pocket, and loads the dish washer up with dirty dishes before he follows you into the living room. You have set the cozy space up with blankets and pillows in front of the blazing fire along with two mugs of hot chocolate and a Christmas movie playing on the TV.

He rolls his eyes at the 70s stick figure Christmas movie on the screen. “You little sneak,” he huffs, swatting you on the ass. “You just seduced me in here to watch these damn movies.”

You cutely pout at him, looking oh-so adorable in your oversized sweater and knee high socks. You look like you want to be tossed down, turned out, and fucked by him. “But this one is goooood! I promise, you’ll love it!”

Despite the corniness, Nanami sighs and gives in. “Fine, but if they start singing, I’m turning it off.” You squeal excitedly and pull him down to sit next to you on the blankets with your mugs as the cold wind blows outside, whistling through the pine trees.

You and Nanami find a good position to cuddle, him acting as the big spoon while you’re the little spoon, your legs entangled. He places one arm on your waist while the other props his chin up, allowing him to rest his neck. It is a perfect position, allowing him to admire your figure and inhale the scent of your fruity shampoo.

Halfway through the movie that he’s barely paying any attention to, you turn around to face him, wrapping your arms around his waist. You nuzzle your cheek into his chest, making his cock twitch. “You’re so warm,” you sigh. “And you smell so good…and you’re so tense.”

He chuckles, noticing that you’re gliding your fingers along his back muscles. “Comes with the territory.” He was planning to take a dip in the hot tub later tonight to ease his sore muscles, but you seem to have other ideas.

“Oh, you poor baby!” you gasp, popping up from the floor like a Jack N The Box. “Lemme go get the massage oil! I brought some for the spa.” You give him a wink before you go running off upstairs to fetch the oil, allowing Nanami to try to pat down his hard-on as much as possible.

When you routine, you have a bottle of mango and coconut-scented oil in your hand and a rather mischevious smile on your pretty face. You kneel before him, already rubbing the oil in your hands. “Now strip,” you giggle. “Just the shirt.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow at you. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re just trying to get me outta my clothes.” You gape at him, mockingly offended. “Whaaaat?! Noooo, we’d miss the movie! I just wanna relax those sore muscles like a good partner should.”

You’re a terrible liar, but he plays along anyway, loving your little games. He strips off his sweater, revealing his toned body, blonde tufts of chest hair, and burn scars to you. You lovingly stroke them much to his liking, enjoying your tender touch. You don’t shy away from them and that makes him love you even harder.

You move behind him and begin to massage his shoulders and neck, your fingers kneading his tired muscles. His eyes flutter at your touch, his cock growing harder at your hands and the fruity scent of the oil. It’s like an aphrodisiac to him. “Mmmm….”

“Good?” you whisper, your lips toying at his ear. “Mmm-hmm.” He can’t even form words. Your fingers feel so good on his bare skin as you massage the oil into his muscles.

But very suddenly, the massage takes another turn when you begin to massage and squeeze his pectorals as you nuzzle your face into his shoulder. Nanami blushes red at your ministrations, confused and aroused. “Uh….baby? What are you doing?”

“Cuddling you,” you simply reply, still doing what you’re doing. Your hands indulge in his upper torso, feeling him up in a way that makes Nanami feel like a personal body pillow for you.

“This doesn’t seem like cuddling.” You him in response, beginning to kiss along his neck. He swallows hard, his cock swelling at the feeling of your soft lips. “I-I thought you wanted to watch the movie,” he stammers.

“I did until I realized that I need to be showing my sexy and amazing boyfriend more attention.” You turn his face to meet yours and your gleaming, hooded eyes. “I wanna watch you instead, Kento. I want you right here, right now.”

The lust in your eyes makes your pupils dilate like a cat’s, filling Nanami with a fire that only you can put out. He leans in first, unable to avoid this feeling anymore, and presses his lips to yours. You moan as he cups your face, deepening the kiss until you’re on top of him.

The movie is now forgotten, all dialogue and singing mere background noise as you and Nanami indulge in each other. You moan through the slow, sexy kiss as he nibbles on your bottom lip the way you like while you straddle him. Chest to chest. Heart to heart.

At the taste of you and the feeling of your soft lips and wet tongue, Nanami’s cock grows in his pants, chubbing against the fabric. You must know this because you slink down to his waist and begin palming at his bulge. He sits up, watching you. “You’re very persistent tonight,” he chuckles.

You pout those pretty lips at him, your eyes soft and lustful. “I can’t help it. You’re just so hot, Nanami.” You slowly work his pants and briefs down, your face lighting up at the sight of his hard, throbbing cock.

No matter how many times you’ve seen it, you always look at it like it’s the first time. And no matter how many times you suck it, you still make Nanami feel like he did the first time you did so.

He watches you, hungered as you wrap your oil-slick hand around him and begin to pump his shaft as you wrap your lips around him. “Ah,” he sighs, your velvety mouth and wet tongue like silk against his hard dick.

You turn into a dick fiend while you blow your boyfriend, your mouth moving up and down along his cock. You stare at him as you do it, the fire blazing behind you. You look damn near ethereal as you take his cock deep into your throat, pumping him with your sloppy, tight, silky throat.

Nanami can hardly stand the sight, unable to fully grasp the fact that such a sexy little thing is his as his cock disappears into your mouth. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “You’re so good at this shit. Such a good girl for me, right?”

You bring out such a feral, nasty part of him. A part of him that wants nothing more than to fuck you endlessly and make you cum over and over again until you’re a spent, twitching mess for him.

You pop his cock out of your mouth and hold it against your soft cheek, smiling. “Only you, Daddy,” you coo.

You go back to blowing him, using your throat to flex and gag around him, hollowing your cheeks to make your mouth tighter. Nanami’s deep moans drift into the air as he grips the blankets underneath him until his knuckles turn white.

You begin to moan in time with the squelching, wet sounds drifting from your throat, the vibrations traveling through his balls heavy with cum. He can feel himself losing control and quickly stops you before he blasts all over your face.

“Fuck, baby!” he moans. “Stop for a minute.” You do though confused, your saliva hanging off of your bottom lip, connecting to his cock head. “I wanna take care of you too. Get on top of me and face my cock.”

The urge to touch you and taste you is burning him up inside, threatening to engulf him. A naughty grin stretches across your face. You’re definitely not gonna refuse the opportunity to get your pussy ate. “Okaaay,” you giggle. “You gonna give me a massage or something too, Ken?”

Nanami smirks as you stand, turn, and proceed to sit on top of him, your perfect ass in his face. “Or something, yeah.” His big hands knead and spank your asscheeks for a bit, relishing the moan you make and the way your cheeks recoil against his palms.

He takes the bottle of oil and rubs some between his palms, heating it up and making his fingers slick. He then begins to massage your ass and back, taking extra care to rub his knuckles along your spine. He loves watching the way you melt into his touch, settling down on top of him. “Mmm,” you hum. “That feels so nice.”

He smiles, his cock twitching and throbbing at those simple words. He loves making you feel so good. “Yeah? How ‘bout this then?”

He begins to pay extra attention to your butt, massaging each cheek in a way that would make any man nut on the spot. He ogles at the way your asscheeks look slick and shiny with oil, imagining this massage oil dripping down your pretty asshole and the slit of your cunt. He is a total goon for you and he knows it.

Unable to stop himself, he spreads your ass apart and begins to tease the puckered hole of your asshole and your pussy, gliding a finger down to give you a soft, gentle graze of his touch. “Oh,” you moan. “Y-You’re teasing me, Ken. C’mon, don’t—“

He hushes you, giving your ass a nibble and making you whimper. “Patience, baby. I need to work this pussy up, don’t I?”

He continues to give you butterfly touches against your pussy until the horny gets the best of him and he begins slowly making out with your cunt. Fortunately for you, you have that effect on him. You manage to turn him into an absolute fiend, pussy-whipping him the more your honey drips down his throat.

“Oh, fuck!” you loudly moan. “Mmm, yes, Kento, fuck! Your mouth is so good!” Your hips and ass grind into his face, riding it like one would a surfboard.

Nanami hums in approval, giving you another spank that makes your pussy gush intensely in his mouth and makes your clit throb. His tongue alternates between teasing your hole and your clit, his lips cushioning one when he can’t get to the other. He can feel your wetness spilling over his chin and lips, making him feel sticky.

But he doesn’t mind. He wouldn’t have it any other way. In fact, he would gladly spend the rest of his days underneath you, serving you with his mouth, tongue, and hands.

Especially when your mouth feels so wrapped around his cock. Nanami moans into your cunt, sucking on your pussy lips before pulling away with a wet pop just the way you like. “Fuck, baby,” he groans. “I thought I was supposed to be pleasing you.”

You sit up and look back at him, your braids swinging over your shoulder as you give him a sexual, lust-filled look over your shoulder. “We’re pleasing each other. Tonight is about us, baby.”

Nanami can’t argue with that, especially when that throat of yours is talking to him so sweetly. It sucks his entire dick in and flexes around him, massaging each sweet spot along his cock. He gives you the pleasure you give him back, sloppily licking and lapping at your sweet pussy as you ride his face.

Suddenly, you peel yourself away from his cock but still stroke away, pumping him up and down, enchanted by the way his skin stretches along the veiny, erect pole. “I-I can’t take this anymore, Ken,” you moan, desperation in your tone. “I wanna ride you. Can I please?”

You could’ve asked Nanami if you could drain his bank account and he would’ve said yes. He would give anything to to feel this sweet, wet, wonderful pussy wrapped around his cock.

“You don’t have to ask me, sweetheart,” he pants, coming up for air from constantly eating you out without fail. “I wanna feel you too. Fucking give me this.” He glides a finger along your clit, making you shudder.

Without wasting any more time, you take hold of Nanami’s cock while he grasps your hips, letting you take as much time as you need to slide down onto him, rubbing your clit for you as you do. When you finally come down and his cock plunges into the soft, wet walls of your pussy, you both moan in unison as if you’re singing a chorus.

You feel incredible. You feel wonderful. You feel like what he would think heaven feels like. He can’t help but watch you as you ride his cock, drinking in the way you bounce on top of him like a good little fuck-bunny. ”Oh, my God!” you whine at the top of your lungs. “Oh, fuck, Kento! Y-Your dick is so good!”

He grins, that feral, possessive urge to fuck you dumb slinking into his bones and settling there. He can’t help but lose it when you get all slutty and needy like this. “Go ahead, baby,” he grunts, lifting his hips to fuck you back. “Take as much of me as you need. I’m yours.”

He grabs hold of your ass, squeezing it as you grind yourself on top of him like you’re trying hard to make you both cum. “And I’m yours,” you sweetly moan. “I’m yours, Daddy, I promise!”

With those sweet words hanging in the air and the feeling of your wet pussy gripping him, Nanami can’t stop the breathy moans and gasps that leave his lips as your ass grinds against his pelvis as you ride him in your baggy sweater and knee highs.

He sits up suddenly and tears your sweater down, forcing your tits to pop out and be exposed in the firelight. He begins to play with them as you continue to ride him, moaning louder as his fingers pinch and tweak your hard nipples. “Fuck, Nanami!” you gasp.

“Keep goin’,” he whispers, pressing his lips against your ear. “Keep ridin’ that dick for me, baby. Take all of that fuckin’ cock.”

You do as he says, tossing your ass back against him before grinding forward, stimulating your clit with your fingers. At this rate, with your body mist invading his nostrils and how wet you are, he will cum.

“H-Hey, Nanami?” you ask, but it comes out more as a breathless moan.

“Mmm-hmm?”he hums, still too involved with thinking about filling you up with his spunk. He wants to make you cum too. He wants to hear your loud moans echo throughout the cabin as you gush all over his big, fat cock.

“Look up,” you tell him just as your other hand fondles his balls. With a groan of pleasure, Nanami flicks his eyes up above and there, he sees it: a mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

Your giggles give you away as a culprit. When did you put that up there? How did he miss that? “We’re supposed to be kissing, aren’t we?” he asks, a smile playing on his lips. “Well, I can’t do that while I’m back here. Let’s change that.”

You are more than happy to go along with the change. You shriek with laughter as he grips your hips and sits up with you against him. You always love it when he’s a little rough, proving to you time and time again how fast and strong he is. It turns you on and it turns him on too.

He then flips you onto your back and tosses your legs over his shoulders before sliding his cock back home inside of you. “Oh, fuck!” you moan before your voice is cut off by a gasp as he begins to piston himself into the wet, velvet depths of your pussy.

Nanami greedily drinks in the way you writhe and bounce against his cock, your tits jiggling over your sweater. “You’re so beautiful,” he pants, heavy pants leaving his lips. “So fuckin’ cute…so mine.”

Stepping into full gooner territory, he slowly rolls his hips against you and strokes your insides with slow, deep thrusts as he works your knee highs off of your feet. Once they are off, he takes one of your cute, candy red apple-painted toes and begins to suck on them.

Your facial expression of pure bliss and ecstasy is enough to nut over. “Daddy,” you whine, gripping his forearms. “Please! Please make me cum!”

Nanami would be glad too. He continues to drill your shit with all of the vigor of a man working overtime, more than dedicated to making you lose your mind over his cock. “I’m so happy you’re mine, baby,” he groans, staring deep into your eyes. “I wanna be with you forever. Wanna fuckin’ marry you.”

“W-What?” you stammer.

As soon as the words are out, they hang suspended in the air like cigarette smoke. Pungent and obvious. Nanami realizes the mistake he has made in the cloudy haze of pleasure and the heat of the moment. ‘Fuck!’ he thinks. That wasn’t at all how he wanted to propose.

You stare up at him with big, soft eyes full of wonder, your plump lips parted in awe. “Kento, is that true? You wanna marry me?” Your voice is soft and barely above a whisper as you ask him.

Nanami can feel his stomach flip. He is now caught and cannot escape this moment. “I’m sorry,”he sighs, slowing down his thrusts for more shallow, gentler ones. “I didn’t want to tell you like this, but—”

“You want us to get married?”you interrupt, your voice clearer now. Slowly, he nods, giving in to the truth. “I-I know we haven’t discussed marriage, but I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I planned to propose to you some time on this trip, but please know that you don’t have to say yes right away or—“

“Yes,” you interrupt again. This time, Nanami nearly misses it. He blinks down at you and your overjoyed smile. “What’d you say?” he dumbly asks.

You reach up to cup his face in your hands, forcing him to stare deep into your eyes. “Yes!” you giggle. “Yes, yes, Nanami Kento, I’ll marry you! I want nothing more than to be your wife!”

Your answer washes over him like a wave of warmth. You said yes. You said yes. Nanami’s face hurts from smiling so much and he swoops down to kiss you deep, long, and passionately, bending your knees against your stomach.

“I’m gonna make you so happy, baby,” he murmurs. “I promise you.” You shake your head, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re doing real good on that already,” you sweetly whisper. “Now please…fuck your fiancé till she cums. And then fill me up too?”

You look up at him through your lashes, enchanting him and willing him to do all that you wish. “Whatever you want, my love,” he pants and spreads your thighs apart before pistoning his cock into you again and again, fucking you into the floor.

You hold onto him for dear life as he drives himself into you, gripping onto him tighter than a koala bear. Wet, squelching sounds collide with your joined moans of pleasure, only growing more intense as you both fall further into a sea of bliss together.

“I love you,” Nanami whispers against your lips. “I love you so, so much, Y/N.” You whimper into his mouth as your tongues swirl with each other, sloppy and messy. “I-I love you too!” you gasp. “So much!”

“Prove it,” Nanami growls, sitting up to look down at you and your body taking his cock. “Cum for me right now. Give it to me, baby. I know you can do it.”

You know it too. He watches as you frantically rub your gorgeous pussy as he plunges into it over and over again, watching himself disappear between your walls that stroke and pump him, willing him to fill you up. Your pretty mouth forms an O as your orgasm suddenly rocks you, making you shudder and shake as you cum all over his cock.

“Fill me up!” you whine, gripping Nanami’s shoulders. “Cum for me, please, Ken! Give me your baby!”

Nanami never needed to be more persuaded to do something. As his orgasm rises, he hugs you close to him and fucks his cock into you, using your pussy as a toy to chase his high. When it hits, he lets out a long, guttural, desperate groan as he fills you to the brim with his cum. You gasp and wrap your legs around him, locking him against you and taking drop after drop of his spunk.

He pumps you full of him, no doubt breeding you.

As his orgasm finally fades, you both embrace each other for a moment more, sweaty and exhausted from the activity. Slowly, Nanami presses his lips to yours in a soft, loving kiss as your fingers tangle in his blonde hair. “Forever,” he murmurs. “Always you.”

You smile against his mouth and place a kiss on his chin before he finally pulls his soft cock out of you and rolls off of you. His cum drips out of your pussy, coaxing him to lean down between your thighs and lick it up. You weakly moan as his tongue caresses your aching pussy, your body twitching from the overstimulation.

Once he finishes cleaning you up, Nanami lies down next to you on his side while you face him, the both of you fitting against one another like two perfect puzzle pieces. ”That was fantastic,” you sigh, nuzzling into his chest.

“It most definitely was,” he agrees, pressing a kiss to your hand. “But it’s not over yet.” He sits up and reaches for his pants, digging into his pocket.

There, he retrieves the ring box and watches your reaction. You gasp, your eyes alight and your mouth hanging agape from shock. He smiles excitedly, though nervous butterflies still flutter about in his stomach. “I’d be honored to be your husband, Y/N,” he softly says. “Would you give me the honor of being that for you?”

He opens the box to reveal a beautiful diamond ring with a silver band that he bought from Kay Jewelers. “Will you marry me?” he asks, blushing pink in the cheeks. “I know you already said yes, but that was when I was fucking you, so—“

“Yes,” you laugh, tossing your arms around him. “Yes, Nanami, I’lll marry you. It would be an honor to be your wife.”

Nanami has never been happier than this moment. Now, you can finally build a life with each other, and maybe, a family. Grinning, he carefully takes the ring out of the box and slides it on your finger. You admire the way it sparkles and glints at you as tears fill your eyes.

“Forever,” you whisper, your voice tight with emotion. “Always you.”

Nanami feels his own tears invade his eyes and he swoops you up in a deep kiss that steals the air out of his lungs. The kiss would have led to something more if your phone didn’t ring. “Oops!” you giggle as he peppers your neck in kisses. “Hang on, baby.”

Quickly, you crawl over to the fireplace and reach up on the mantle where your phone is charging. Nanami lies on his side, naked and filled with happiness, propping his head up on his elbow. He watches as you answer the phone, a contagious smile on your face.

“Hey, Yuki!” you brightly chirp.

“Did he do it yet?!” Yuki screams on the other end. You giggle, looking at Nanami and giving him a wink.

“I’m gonna be a wife!” you squeal and the two of you begin to excitedly scream to each other over the phone as Nanami laughs, the happiness contagious and overflowing.

THE END.

[ponderingmoonlight]

hi, <3

I've been working for a week now, so I don't have time to send you ideas, but there are SO MANY in my head.😭😭😭 I do not know what to do!!!I think you've already guessed that I'm in love with Nanami's dad!! He's so cute as the father figure.Imagine that Kento and his wife had their first child (a girl) and when Kento comes home to his daughter and wife, he sees that his daughter is wearing a small bodysuit with the text “I love daddy” and Nanami just looks and is touched. DADNANAMIDADNANAMIDADNANAMI🤤🫦

Okay I cried my eyes out while writing this and the cover sent me over the edge 😭 But THANK YOU SO MUCH for that precious request my love, let me know what you think <3

Nanami's reaction to his daughter wearing a jumper saying "I love daddy"

Pairing: Nanami x wife!reader; Nanami x fem!daughter

Word Count: 1,3k

Synopsis: After the incidents of Shibuya and his wife getting severely injured, Nanami is relieved to know his new family safe and sound. A little suprise from his precious wife seems to be enough to make a grown man cry in joy though...

Warnings: cuteness overload, this had me balling in the best way, might be the comfort you need this is canon

This is like a spin-off to the "Haruta seeking revenge on Nanami's heavy pregnant wife" fic - just click on it to read it first!

To say the last few months were a trip to heaven and hell at the same time would be an understatement. Despite the horror the Shibuya incident caused, even though the attack of Haruta left both you and your precious baby to risk, you somehow made it all out alive. Kento, you and the little angel of daughter you gave birth to exactly one month after Shibuya.

“I’ll leave in five minutes, regardless of what you have to tell me afterwards”, he sends towards the man in front of him who is asking him for the hundredth time about the Shibuya incident.

Finally, this way too long day is over. A day without seeing you the whole time, a day without his little one by his side. Due to the fact that delivering your baby girl was rather difficult after the severe wound wasn’t healed yet, Shoko prescribed strict bed rest for you within the next few months. You are barely able to stand up on your own, let alone go to the toilet. Most of the time you lay on the couch with your daughter by your side, watching your favourite show on TV until you greet him with the brightest of smiles.

But even though every minor step causes you visible pain and it’s hard for you to be on your own, you insisted on him continuing doing his job. After all, somebody has to take care of poor Yuji when you’re not around. And since Gojo is gone, whole Jujutsu High seems to be an endless mess. Yes, somehow you did eventually convince him of leaving you every single morning. Even though he hates letting go of you after what happened not long ago.

“I will leave now”, he announces before grabbing his suitcase and walking away without waiting for an answer.

In the meantime, it’s hard for you to sit still.

“Come on angel, please hold still for a second. We just need leg number one, leg number two, and…There you go!”

Your eyes almost overflow with joy, just staring at the tiny jumper your daughter wears makes you feel emotional all over again. Kento worked so much these last weeks, making sure that especially Yuji feels better after all those things that happened to him during Shibuya. And the fact that you’ve got severely injured…You’ll never forget the look of horror on his face when you collapsed into his arms, Shoko making it just in time before everything went black. For the split of a second you thought everything is over, that this will be the last time you’ve seen your husband. Oh, how you begged Shoko to save the life of your unborn child instead of yours, how you held onto Kento’s hand for dear life.

But seeing that bundle of joy laying in front of you, giggling happily while kicking her tiny feet in her brand-new jumper…You have to read the words all over again, the simple writing that says “I love daddy”. You were mindlessly scrolling through baby stuff when it caught your attention, thinking about how your beloved husband would react to it. There was absolutely no way out of ordering it.

“Daddy will love to see you in this.”

Just the thought of how Kento will react makes you kick your feet too, smiling down at your giggling daughter. Even though every little movement sends a wave of pain through your entire body, you try to stay as positive as possible. The discomfort will go away eventually, but the joy Kento has gifted you with will stay forever.

You can sense him before he put the key into the lock right away, heart pounding so hard that it feels like jumping out of your body.

“This is out time angel”, you whisper into your daughter’s tiny ear before sitting up and staring at the door in sheer excitement.

Nanami’s heart skips a beat when seeing you, looking so adorable dressed in his way too big t-shirt and sweatpants.

“What are you smiling about, sweetheart?”

The second he lays his eyes on your flawless face decorated with that breath-taking smile, he is lost all over again. But by now it’s not only you who awaits him. No, next to you curled up on the couch lays the little bundle of joy that makes his happiness complete.

“I’m just so glad your back! How-ah…”

A minor groan escapes your lips as you try to sit up straight, Kento instantly rushing to your side.

“Hey, think about what Shoko said. No need to rush, we have the whole evening for ourselves, darling”, he gently speaks out, his hands caressing your back moderately.

He hasn’t seen it yet, the blanket on top of your daughter hiding the jumper very well from him. But you can’t contain your excitement any longer. For a moment, you’ll have to put your aching aside.

“Actually, there’s something I wanted to show you…”

Your husband tilts his head to the side, a tender smile creeping up his face before he can stop it. You look so utterly excited that he can’t help but wonder what you mean.

“I wonder what leaves you this excited.”

“Well, there aren’t many things apart from you that get me excited”, you reply with a sly grin.

“But maybe you should take a closer look at your daughter.”

Your heartbeat picks up even more as soon as he looks at your precious little angel, hand gently brushing over her tiny cheek. Slowly, he lifts her off the couch, blanket falling down and revealing her new jumper. You hold your breath, your husband’s eyes locked onto her body.

“I love daddy”, he reads out loud.

His smile widens, eyes turning glossy in pure admiration. Oh, how much he adores you, how much he loves you in every single way. Why does he suddenly turn this emotional? Why does the sheer sight of his daughter with a jumper saying “I love daddy” make him tear up? The last months were so rough on him, it was never granted that he’ll be able to hold his daughter like this while you sit next to him. For a few horrible seconds, he thought he lost you both.

But now you’re here. And you really think that he’s a good dad.

“Words can’t express how much that means to me…”, he mumbles, pressing his daughter against his chest and closing his eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t mean to make you cry love”, you instantly reply while getting up from the couch way too quickly.

Your husband catches you just in time before you fall back onto the couch, his free hand wrapped tightly around your waist while his daughter rests against his shoulder.

“You are the best thing that ever happened to me, (y/n). And to top it all off, you gifted me this beautiful daughter. You are so strong, I am so proud of everything you have done these last few months.”

His words his you in your feelings with full force. Despite the fact that you are a strong and composed woman, tears start to stream down your face like a waterfall while your gaze never leaves his. God, how much you love that man, how thankful you are for the fact that he survived. And for the bundle of joy that rests against his shoulder. You never thought your life would turn out like this, eventually. A snack of a husband holding you tightly in one hand while carrying your daughter with the other.

“I love you, Kento Nanami. That jumper says nothing but the truth”, you hush lightly.

Oh, Kento will definitely make sure of that.

“I love you too, sweetheart. And you, my little angel.”

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[madamechrissy]

But it's Better if You Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ MDNI- Fingering, cunnilingus, overstimulation, just a hint of dacryphilia

ৎ୭ Word Count ৎ୭ 6398 

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 3 - Masterlist

Chapter 4

Sebastian stretched in front of you as you got ready for the date tonight, and you reached down to pet his soft fur, he’s meowing loudly, clearly mad you’re leaving him, he was a weird old cat. A bobtail you’d had since you were eighteen, white except for his black ears and a little spot on his back. He was super fluffy, and hopelessly fat, begging for treats constantly.

“Sebastian, you need a diet.” You tell him, he looks to you with big bright green eyes, hissing, as if he knew. “You do!”

He puts his head up, strutting across your dresser, clearly furious with you. You snort, rolling your eyes and taking in the dress you’re wearing, a bright red, glittery little number that clung to your curves, cinched in the waist and flaring a bit, you pop on a cute little gold chain belt. As you snap it, you peer in your little white mirror, checking your ass with a grin.

Dancing was good for that.

Thinking of Nanami’s touch last week had torn you apart, and your vibrator had gotten so much use it was mad at you. Your cat was mad you kept kicking him out of your room, but you couldn’t have him watch! He’d judge. And there was no end in sight truly, because Nanami was in your every dream, and you had to wake up and see him, in those goddamn suits.

He had been so sweet, but reserved. Every morning he maybe took your hand and kissed it, or gave you a little peck on the cheek, which melted you, but you were the girl who asked to get railed on a wall. So.

That had been fun to tell Nobara and Yuji.

You were a mess.

You slide on a pair of gold hoops, only because Nanami had complimented them forever ago, and you shouldn’t remember that, but you did. Sebastian stares at you with judgment, and you sigh, petting him once more. He goes back and forth under your hand, and you think about tonight with anticipation, the restaurant you all were going to was so beautiful, but moreso Nanami would be there.

You felt you would have to tell him, even if he was furious, because you did not want to keep it a secret much longer. You kept thinking he’d guess, but he seemed rather blissfully unaware. Gojo had even come in the other day, and directly called you Foxy with a grin. You wanted to smack him, but his wife had done that for you, and then you all had talked.

‘She had it bad for Kento too. Didn’t you, too, brat?’ He demanded, and his wife snickered, smacking at his arm, he grabbed her waist. They were like two teenagers in love, and it made you super envious.

‘I said he was hot!’ You giggled.

‘He is.’ You agree, Gojo scowls at you both.

‘I don’t see the appeal. Look at me!’

‘I did, that’s why I married you. But he’s still hot.’ He rolled his pretty blue eyes, wrapping his arm around her tighter and smirking at you.

‘So let’s help them get together, yeah?’

‘Oh god, you’re scheming!’

‘Sure am. We will ask him about you, bring you up.’

‘God not the ‘Foxy’ shit!’’ You grumble.

‘No, I won’t let him.’ She comes to put a hand on your shoulder, smiling, and she’s so pretty and sweet you instantly know what Nanami had apparently seen in her back in the day. Some small crush they brought up as you all had coffee. ‘Nanami will understand, he will never judge. Just be honest.’

‘You’re right. It’s just… I waited so long and…’

‘Kento is just awkward as fuck.’ Gojo says with an eye roll, hands in his pockets. ‘I’ll suggest the best restaurant. I’ll get you two reservations.’

‘Oh no, you don’t have to…’

‘The rooftop!’ They exclaimed simultaneously. You giggle.

‘The rooftop?’

‘It was our first date.’

‘Our first date was a boat, you’re just a spoiled brat.’

‘Stuff it, Satoru. Maybe a different place though? It's the rainy season.’

‘Ooh I know a good one. Also, he was pretty talkative about you, which is weird for him. So go for the kill.’

‘Honestly, yes!’

“And give her a lap dance, would you?" His wife flushed, shoving him with her shoulder, then he snatched her up in his arms, and it was as if it was only the two of them, and the world was interrupting.

‘I’m gonna like being friends with you two.’ You muse, and they both grin over at you, deviously scheming as they left.

Gojo and his wife were fucking awesome.

You set the final touches on your makeup, resolute in the fact that you would be opening up tonight, no matter the consequences, but you sure wanted to have fun first, before maybe you ruined it…

***

You’re sitting down at the fanciest place you’ve ever been, the warm glow envelops you, intimate and elegant. There was soft, ambient lighting dancing upon the walls, casting an ethereal glow, little red Japanese lanterns hung suspended overhead. And the tables are all secluded, each one its own private alcove, calm and inviting, couples all around you.

It had been thirty minutes or so, and you were still waiting, tapping around on your phone as you rested your elbows on the red tablecloth beneath you. The little booth had red silk cushions, and you imagine Kento next to you longingly, growing a little worried now.

As the minutes ticked by, a sense of unease washed over you. Your phone remained silent, and Nanami's whereabouts were unknown. Had he stood you up? A cold shiver ran down your spine as you contemplated the possibility. Had he found out and decided you weren’t worth it? You should have told him…

Just when your hope began to dwindle, a commotion outside caught your attention. You turned your head and your heart skipped a beat. A breathless Nanami Kento was sprinting towards you, his hazel eyes wide with apology, a little bit of sweat on his brow, he was usually so composed, so you instantly relaxed a bit, realizing he had been rushing.

“I'm so sorry! Shit, I got stuck at work and I despise overtime, mind you. Then my damn phone died… I thought I'd lost my chance.”

“No, never, Kento.” You stood, appraising him in his black dress shirt, a little unbuttoned, with tan slacks that hung low over his hips, a decadent expensive gold watch on his wrist. He looked so good.

He looks down at you, and his words get stuck in his throat, licking his lips and taking your outfit in, eyes leisurely trailing up and down your body. You feel yourself heat up at the path he makes, trembling just a bit, nervously playing with the fabric at the hem of your dress, it hit mid thigh with a little slit, and he seemed fixated on it. You both just stood there.

“I… you look so good, Kento.” You say softly, and his eyes snap back up to yours, smiling now, fucking charming.

“You look beautiful.” He murmurs, taking your hands and leaning in a bit, pecking you on your cheek, so sweet. You sigh happily.

“I’m so glad you liked it! I went through twenty fucking outfits.” He chuckles a bit, scooching next to you in the intimate booth.

“So I hear you know Gojo, huh?”

You blush again. You sure did. “He has his matchmaking goggles on. And his wife. I love her.”

“She’s the best. Gojo is… well, Gojo.” You both giggle. “But he has very good taste. I don’t go out enough so this helped a lot.”

“We could have just gone to one of our places and cooked.” He shushed you, a finger on your lips, and you felt your pulse flutter at the contact.

“Nonsense. I wanted to take you out.” He eases a hand on your thigh, then, gently squeezing, so familiar it makes you ache.

Fuck.

His big strong hand dominated your leg, and you found your eyes going there, then back up to his, which were heated. “You have little green flecks in your eyes in certain lighting.”

“Do I?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Your eyes are gorgeous. They bely all your emotions.” You look down a bit, lashes fluttering low.

“They do?”

“Yes. I like it.”

You two sit there for a moment, in awkward yet comfortable silence, your mind is going awry, senses heightened.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.”

A waitress came up then, she was friendly somewhat to you, but she was insanely attentive to Nanami, cleavage damn near in his face, hanging on to his every word as he casually asked about different menu items. Your hand goes on top of his, and he smiles down at you, shooting you a wink.

“Red or white wine?” He asks, the waitress does not bother to look at you, she’s got her eyes on Nanami’s broad chest. Welp, couldn’t blame her.

“I love white.” You tell him, and he nods with a smile, the lantern lights accentuating his cheekbones, little shadows on his handsome face.

“Get the lady this bottle of Pinot, please.” He points to the menu.

“Excellent choice Mr. Nanami!”

You hide your laugh against his shoulder, he seems to notice. “I will have a glass of whiskey, neat please.”

“Right away!”

“You’re so manly.” You tease him, and he blushes a little.

“No… I just like a strong drink. Fuck, you are distracting looking like this.” He murmurs, caressing up and down your thigh gently now. You sigh.

“You’re distracting.” You’re both a breath away, but you had not kissed since that day, or rather… since that night. You frown then, easing away. He looks at you with concern.

“Was I too handsy? I’m sorry…” He pulls off, and you shake your head, holding his hand.

Fuck.

“No, not at all. Nanami… I just have something to tell you about myself. And I can’t even try to date you if you don’t know.” You mumble. He tilts your chin up, making you meet his gaze.

“Hey, you can tell me whatever. What, you're actually an assassin?” He teases, but it doesn’t work, you’re shaking. “Hey, hey…”

“Stripper.” You whisper.

He freezes then. Blinking. Slowly.

“Stripper?” He asks, his own voice quiet, brows together in confusion.

“Once a week. Usually tonight but fuck that tonight. I only pole dance… I don’t do anything else… but last week-”

“Oh, shit.” He cut you off, looking up, Adam’s apple bobbing.

“I understand if you don’t wanna do this date, I should have told you when we got rained out. But I liked kissing you too much. I was fucking selfish.” You feel tears prick your eyes.

“You’re ‘Foxy’. Yeah?” You nod, looking down, ashamed. He tilts your chin back up. “I had some feeling of familiarity. But… why didn't you tell me?” Nanami asked, his voice soft.

“I... I was afraid. That night, I should have told you, but I just did not think you’d have let me near you if you knew it was me.”

Nanami scowls. “What?”

“I mean a whole year of doodling on your cups, flirting. My number? Ten times I wrote it. I even asked Gojo’s wife at one point. I heard you had… liked her, when I talked to them the other day...”

Nanami sighs, irritated, rubbing his face. “I did like her at one point, or thought I did. It was what seemed suitable, we were friends and worked together, and she was pretty, it just made sense. But once I saw her with Gojo… nope. I knew then those two had been meant for each other. But by then, when I wanted to talk to you, you acted different, and I figured I had fucked it all up.”

“What? No! I just knew I was being desperate.”

“You could never be desperate.”

“I am… for you. To put on acts both ways for a chance.” You feel yourself struggling to catch a breath, standing. “I should go, I’m so sorry I ruined your night… I really-”

“Will you stop trying to run off?” He demands, standing and holding your shoulders. Your lip is trembling. “I don’t want you to go anywhere.”

Your eyes open in shock. “I… wha-?”

“Sit.” You do as he orders, and his hand is back on your thigh, thumb running little circles on smooth skin, and he leaned down close. “I was an idiot. A very awkward idiot. And not only do I like you a lot as my coffee shop girl, I damn sure liked you as ‘Foxy’ too. Okay?”

You blush furiously, blinking rapidly, clinging to him now. His arms are around your waist, and you’re shaking. “Really? You aren’t mad?”

“I’m only upset you felt you had to do that. As if I wouldn’t like you one way or the other. I want you in many ways.” His voice is husky, dropping down an octave, and you feel it humming through your body.

“I would totally stop if you wanted. I’m down that bad for you.” He chuckled at that, shaking his head, cupping your face.

“You don’t have to quit parts of your life for me. I see the artistry in it, and how you handle yourself. It wouldn’t be a concern. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want that show all to myself one day.” His voice was like velvet, a little gravelly, doing wicked things to your psyche.

You kiss his cheek, body relaxing, your hand on his hard chest, feeling the muscles underneath. “I’m almost done saving up. So it will not be that much longer that i’ll be doing it. But I never want to hide any of myself to you.”

“I do wish you trusted me, but I get it… this is new, right?”

“It is. But I am loving it a lot.”

He leans down, whispering in your ear. “You’re just trying to get railed on a wall sooner, aren’t you?”

You smack at him, snorting in laughter with a fake glare. “Whatever! I won’t live that down.”

He grins, and it’s so charming your pulse flutters once again. “I thought it was kind of cute.”

You cover your face. “Oh it’s so not cute! I was acting like a hornball.”

The waitress comes with a chilled bottle in a silver bucket, and two glasses, then hands Nanami his whiskey, in a little crystal glass, no ice. He thanks her politely, and you can swear the waitress is swooning. You feel some weird feeling that you very much did not like, sighing a bit and shaking it away, you all were on a first date, and you could not be happier.

He knew.

And, he was fine with it.

You two fall into easy conversation as you sip your drinks, with each sip of wine, the atmosphere becomes more charged. Nanami's hand brushed higher against you, sending a surge of electricity through your body. His gaze lingered on your lips, and you could feel your heart pounding in your chest as you decided on what to eat together, deciding to get different things to share.   

They brought out decadent sushi on pretty white and blue porcelain plates, along with bowls of sticky rice, veggies, and tuna steaks. It was all presented so beautifully, too, little chopsticks with pretty black and red patterns, that matched the dipping bowls for sauces. Nanami picks up a bite of the tuna steak, turning to you and holding it to your lips.

You open your mouth for it, humming in content as you chew, eyes closing for a moment as you savor it. When your eyes open he’s watching you carefully, and you feel warmth spreading everywhere, sipping your wine a little nervously, the tart grapes hitting your tongue.

“Delicious! Mmm, thank you, Kento.” You whisper, and he gives you a little nod, brushing your hair back behind your ear, making you tremble.

“Of course. So… I need to ask…”

“Oh no, what is it?” You nibble on sushi as he contemplates you, taking a bite himself, chewing thoughtfully.

“How are you so good at lap dances?”

You’re bright red.

He’s smirking.

“You’re teasing me!” You shove at him a bit with your shoulder, and he kisses it, just for a second, the bare skin there. “I went from a Burlesque show to doing the pole once a week as a feature only because Burlesque was way, way too much work with all of the choreography, and not as much money. So I know how to work a chair.”

He sips his neat whiskey, humming in response. “You sure know how to work…” He fades off and you giggle, blushing nervously. “I should have known when I saw your blush that it was you.”

He’s brushing the backs of his fingers against your cheek, taking in the pink that had dusted them. You feel your body react wildly to his words, his touch, the innuendos…

“I mean, I could give you another. In a more private setting.”

“Yeah?” He asks with a raised brow. You nod, shyly, but you feel a thrill at the thought of it.

“Mmhmm. It could be its own date night.”

“Trying to make it happen faster and faster. Tsk Tsk.” You snorted at that, nibbling your lower lip a bit.

“You’re so funny, Nanami… I don’t think I knew until recently.”

“I think only when I’m comfortable do you get the sarcastic side.”

“You’re comfortable with me?” He nods, and it brings you far too much happiness. He’s just watching you though, with fire in his eyes, those glossy lips are parted ever so slightly as he does. You brush back a lock of sandy blond hair. “Hmm, I wonder what you’re thinking in that handsome head of yours.”

“You wanna know what I am thinking?”

“Mmhmm.”

He slides a hand all the way up, and his thumb brushes your wetness, that heat between your thighs, and you hiss, struggling to shove down your cry, as he devours you with those sexy fucking eyes. You lick your lips nervously, though you’re secluded, it’s public… and it’s fucking thrilling.

“You’re so hot and wet already, how?” He murmurs, in wonder. You lean closer for more of his touch, shameless, arching like a damn cat.

“You.” He leans closer, now, hovering over you, lips so close.

His hand slides up further under the tablecloth, under your skirt, and he finds your folds with his thumb, so slick it coats his finger quickly, he moans ever so softly and you wonder wildly what he sounds like when he’s coming. Nanami’s long fingers rub up on your clit, and you grit your teeth as pleasure shoots through you, it’s puffy and aching.

Your thighs shift, his hand under your dress, possessive, desire darkening his eyes. “I was thinking how badly I want to taste you again… but really taste you this time.”

Fuck.

You kiss him, softly, arching your hips up for his gentle touch, little circles on your bundle of nerves, sweat slicking down between your breasts as your body heats up, as his big hand gently pleasures you, the other hand cupping your face. You have never felt anything like this, the casual and easy way he handles you, the confidence that was so natural, so masculine, had you dripping in seconds.

“Kento…” You whisper, your lips were just brushing in innocent little kisses as his fingers did insane things on your slick pussy, you were trembling trying to hold in your cries, your moans.

Kento whispers your name, and it sounds so good on his lips, as his finger goes between your folds, your back is arching, you wanna just straddle his lap and…

The waitress comes, and you tense but he merely keeps touching your pussy, you look at him wide eyed, never guessing for two seconds the fancy business man with a watch worth more than your savings was such a… 

A freak,

Nanami Kento was a freak.

It was amazing.

You watch as the waitress asks if he wants dessert, and he smirks, looking at you with a devious glint to his gaze. You struggle to keep any sense of composure when he reaches your clit again, bringing you so much pleasure you want to scream, have trouble even fucking breathing. You’re clutching onto his pant leg with one hand, hard, every caress you squeeze and clench your jaw.

“Do you want dessert, darling? Or did you want to take this somewhere else for the rest of the evening?” He asks you softly, you feel yourself falling further into the abyss that was your growing desire and feelings for him.

“I’m… I’m full.” You wanted him alone so bad you couldn’t take it, and he was relentless with how he played with you, nonchalant as fuck to everyone else, torturing you and seeming to enjoy it.

“I’ll have the check then.”

***

You’re in the back of a damn limo, a limo, for just a moment, then you’re on each other, tongues swirling with each other, big hands gripping your hips, lips fervently pressing, breaths in heavy pants. He consumes you, his quiet moans, the gentleness in some ways, the possessive touch in others, making things go back and forth ridiculously in your addled brain as you respond to each caress.

He starts kissing down your throat, nipping and licking, goosebumps rise all over your body at his tongue, at his teeth that nip, and you’re gasping, hands entwining in his soft hair, grinding on the seat for friction for your throbbing cunt. You need him, need him… it’s like a madness that will not stop.

“Nanami…” You cry out softly, he pulls back to look at you, his own cheeks flushed with desire like yours, seductive eyes glittering in the darkness as the city lights pass by you both, lighting the dim limo, making everything more heady as you lose yourself.

“Kento. Say it.” He orders, gripping your waist, and your mouth drops open at that, the dominance, pussy growing wetter.

“Kento.”

“Mmm.” He is kissing you again, rougher, dominating your mouth, your hands are clinging to his shoulders tightly, letting him take over all of your senses.

The sounds of him, his little moans.

The feel of him, hard body against you.

The scent of him, so masculine

The taste of him, like whiskey.

The sight of him, desire clear on his face.

Every. Sense. Was just Kento now.

“You’re so beautiful.” He murmurs, hands cupping your breasts now, firm grip, gently squeezing and moaning as he watches you. “Fuck these are nice.”

You giggle just a little, sighing, head tilting back. “Mmm, you like these, do you? Knew it at the club.”

“Mmm, ‘like’ might be too weak a word.” He pulls them out of your dress, eyes feasting on them, your nipples are rock hard, and he bends to lavish them with his tongue. You’re so sensitive you’re shaking. “I love them. They’re perfect.”

“Mnh…”

“Do you like this?” He whispers, pinching your nipples a bit, rolling his thumb and forefinger on them, you feel desire shoot down your body, hard.

“Again, ‘like’ isn’t a good enough word.” He caresses your thigh with one hand, devouring your breasts, teeth nipping at the peaks, hurting deliciously. “Seems like you wanna rail me in the limo, hmm?”

“Not the first time we won’t. It also won’t be on a wall. But also… not just yet.”

You pout.

He snorts at your look.

“You really gonna torture me?”

“No, not fully. I really want to pleasure you tonight. Will you let me?” He asks, brushing your hair back gently. “Let me taste you?”

You nod, jerky movements, and then you all are at Nanami’s place, and you couldn’t get up to his apartment quick enough. Even in the fucking elevator, you were tearing at each other’s clothes, his hardness stark against his dress pants as it presses on your tummy. He picks you up and literally carries you to the door, and you’re both laughing breathlessly.

Nanami’s apartment is dark, save for a couple little lamps, but you’re going further, as he shuts and locks the door, somehow still holding you. You think you could get used to this, to his strong arms and sweet kisses, anticipation starts eating away at you, and you find yourself kissing on his hot neck, inhaling his scent, flicking your tongue and feeling his pulse race.

He lays you back on his bed, easing your dress up your legs, you’re yanking on his tie, he loosens it, tossing it on his dark brown dresser you faintly notice in your peripherals. You sit up to unbutton his shirt, at this point dying to see this man’s body, hands violently shaking to where he grabbed them, steadying you.

“Are you okay, darling? Are you nervous?” He asks, concerned, you smile at how sweet he is, how he stops to make sure you’re good.

“Good nervous?” He exhales, taking your chin by his thumb and forefinger, tilting it up so that your head is back, your eyes on him as he hovers over you. “Kinda wanna call you Daddy or something right now.”

That attractive little color on his cheeks, he is shaking his head as he kneels down now. “You will not.”

“No, Daddy?” You tease, he slides your dress up until your ass is bare, hands cupping it, smirk still donning his features. “Hmm, Sir maybe?”

“You’re kind of a brat, aren’t you?” He finally continues unbuttoning his shirt more, hands feeling the hard planes of his abs.

“I don’t really know. Wasn’t kidding about lack of experience. I just read lots of erotica.”

You pull back to look at him, gulping when you finally got the sight, his tan smooth skin, those big muscled pecks, abs ripped within every inch of your life… leading to little v cuts and veins as you peer even lower, wear the strap of his boxers showed just a bit over his hips. He eases his shirt off fully, and you see those big, muscled arms that had carried you.

“Okay, so any experience aside from erotica?”

“I’m not a virgin, don’t worry, I had a boyfriend when I was younger… for like most of high school and early college. Years. We were kind of fucking around towards the end a lot. But, I was young, and he was too? Both virgins when we got together. So I can’t say I’ve done many of the erotic things in my books.”

“What’s in your books, hmm?” He eases off your dress, baring you to him now, and his eyes are drinking in your body, making you feel beautiful.

“They’re freaky books, Kento.” Your hands go in his hair again, and he’s slowly kissing down your body, pushing you to lay back on his soft bed.

“Enlighten me. I’m at your service here.”

“Fuck that’s hot… Mmm!” He’s nipping your waist, hand following the curve of your hip, then caressing your inner thigh. He took over you. “Well what you’re about to do… he didn’t really try but a couple times.”

He raises a brow at you. “What?”

“Teenage boys…”

“Nope, I was definitely eating pussy in high school.” You whine a little at that, at his kiss going to your belly button, at your thighs spread, so close to his face.

“You- you were?”

“Absolutely. That’s the only guy? How?”

“Stripping kinda ruins most men for me. But I’ve gone on lots of dates, kinda played around…but my cat Sebastian, he hates every guy when they get to my place, he’s like the final boss. So… I just trust his instincts.” Nanami shakes his head, and you notice how much he’s smiled tonight, more than he ever has before.

“I really hope he likes me, then.”

“He’ll have no choice. I can’t let him fuck this one up… So you like… enjoy eating pussy? A lot?”

“It’s kind of my favorite thing to do.” He continues the slow, tortuous travel down your body, and you’re fucking drenched now. “Especially when they’re this pretty.”

“Unh… We-we can start with that fantasy then… For now.”

His laugh tickles the hood of your clit, and you’re looking at him, his face down there, hair falling messy from how much you’d been gripping it, those hazel eyes peering up at you. It’s like something out of the recurring dream you’d been having, the one your toy had to try to help with, but nothing really prepared you for it, for his gentle kiss on your other set of lips, making you gasp from just that.

“I couldn’t get this taste out of my mind.” He whispers, then he’s sliding the flat of his tongue up your slit, like nothing you’ve felt, you’re crying out, hips bucking up from just one flick of his fucking tongue. He seems to enjoy the response, as he licks you once more, a little deeper. “You're so sweet.”

“Fuck! Ah!” He is holding the hood of your clit, and flicking his tongue now, on that little bud he’d been rubbing during dinner, so sensitive you nearly kicked him by accident. He yanks you by your hips, closer, tilting his head and lavishing it with his tongue as he spreads your puffy lips open. You’re soaked.

Nanami is moaning as he drinks you up, the sound of it along with how wet you were was ridiculous in his quiet room. You are arching your back further, as he presses against you, so intense it's hard to handle, you're fucking losing it. You can feel the wetness between your legs pouring onto his face, the need building inside you, and you want nothing more than for him to make it better. 

He pulls away, breathless for a moment. His eyes are half-closed, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "You taste so fucking good," He whispers, his voice husky. "I could do this all night.”

“I… all… thank you Kento-oh!” He’s literally drinking you now. Your brain goes fuzzy, your mind fucking gone, as he slided a finger inside you. “Fuck!”

“So tight.” He murmurs, watching you as he slides that finger in your slick aching hole, crooking it up and down, it feels so so good. He thrusts his finger deeper, finding your G-spot, and soon your hips moving in time with his fingers.

As Nanami continues to tease you, your body overcomes with need. Your chest is heaving, your legs shake so bad he has to keep them steady as he buries himself back down between your thighs. Your nails dig into his bare shoulders and you’re fucking screaming as he starts to hit that spot, some spot you couldn’t fathom, and you’re so close.

“Kento… cumming. Ah. Now!” He pulled back with a breath, now his face was covered in your slick, you flush, your cunt starting to throb as he slides two fingers in you now, stretching and making the pressure worse.

“Then cum for me, darling.” He whispers, before he fucks you with those thick fucking fingers, devouring your little clit and you cry out, your muscles tensing as the pleasure builds. You feel the pressure building inside you, ready to explode, starting in your core, then it was everywhere, mind numbing fucking pleasure as you cum all over Nanami Kento’s face,

“Fuck! Fuck. Fuck.” You’re moaning his name, as he expertly works his tongue over your aching flesh, licking you through your orgasm, which made you fucking ridiculously wet, his fingers in and out with ease. He’s sucking your clit, already oversensitive, and you feel it again. “Ah! Too much…”

“You can cum again, can’t you? Will you be a good girl for me?” He whispers, and watches you as his fingers rub that goddamn spot again, your entire body is on fire, shaking, as you nod, then you’re falling apart again, your hands fist in the silk sheets, your nails digging into the soft fabric as you try to find some kind of stability against the onslaught of pleasure his mouth brought you.

“Kento! Mnh, fuck, I can’t.” You’re crying, he’s making you feel too much, a vibrator could literally never, he’s like some pussy eating sniper or something, he’s just fucking hitting every spot you had.

“I think we can get a third.” He says, pulling his fingers out to rub side to side on your slick cunt, against the clit that was so oversensitive you couldn’t handle it, he leans up, kissing you, gripping your hair at the back of your neck, owning you.

“K-kento. Twice. Already.” You manage to say, but then you’re cumming again, and this one hurts, it’s so intense you’re squirming, your thighs trying to close on his hand, but he kept fingering you through it somehow. Your eyes squeeze shut, your body jerking. “Fuck… that was three… I can’t, it hurts… hurts…”

“Oh, my darling…” He kisses you, sliding a finger back in, and you’re clenching around it, pussy with a mind of its own, tears now pouring down your cheeks. “I think you can cum again, for me. Can’t you?”

You’re clinging to him, sniffling, as he hits that spot again, as he sucks on your nipple, nipping it. “How much more… I can’t…”

“Once more, for me? But wait, because I want that all on my face, so hold out, would you, love?” You are fucking losing it, as he looks at you, with those knowing eyes, pushing you beyond your limits.

“Mmm… so, so, so good. Ah!” You’re kissing him, and he stops, leaving you on the goddamn edge now, hand gently pressing against your clit now, you’re shaking so bad it’s uncontrollable, like something’s taken over your body, your mind, like you’re floating in the air.

“You’re so pretty like this.” He says, his eyes are dark with desire, teeth biting his lower lip as he wipes your tears with his free hand. “Ready for one more?”

You nod, eagerly.

“I can do it.” You are so goddamn close you’re freefalling off the edge of sanity, and he’s back down there, looking up at you, devious…

“Let go.” He whispers, and flicks his tongue one more time on your clit, and you scream, as he keeps licking you, sucking your wetness up, you start crying again, your head is pounding, everything fades, pussy hurting so bad, aching. His hands are gripping your ass, and he’s pushing you beyond your limits, tongue relentless, and you’ve fucking fallen off the deep end.

Nothing existed but him.

He finally eases, as you are sobbing nearly, it was so much pleasure, your body couldn’t take it, everything numb and tingling and oversensitive. He kisses you down there, so gently, coming to straddle you, cupping your face and studying you, the mess he’d fucking made.

“You were such a good girl for me.” He says, softly, kissing you, you taste yourself on his lips, along with your salty tears.

“I… words… no… fuck.” You mumble, sniffling. He smiles a little, laying on his side and pulling you against him, kissing you so sweet.

“You’re ridiculously pretty crying. Not sure what that says about me… is that in your erotica books?” He teases, and you giggle, but your voice is hoarse from screaming, your throat hurts.

“It is such a thing. So is that… making me cum so many times. I’ll remember the word.”

“Was it too much for you?” He asks, brows furrowed, you shake your head, taking a deep breath, snuggling against him.

“It was too much for my body, but no, I loved it, Kento.”

“I loved it too.” You two are kissing, you’re just covered in sweat, naked in the bed with Nanami Kento, who still had his damn slacks on, and had wrecked you. “Should I take it easier on you next time?”

“No… no… push my limits.” Your breath catches then, because he’s pinned you down, under his weight, looking hungry.

“The things you say drive me fucking crazy.” He whispers against your lips, you feel his hard length bulging against his pants, you reach for it, wanting to feel how goddamn big he was fully.

“Let me, please?”

“Next time. You’re wrecked currently, darling.” You glare up at him.

“Acting all innocent when you’re a fucking sadist!” He grinned, those teeth glinting.

“I wouldn’t say a sadist…”

“Mmhmm! Freaky Kento.”

“And you acted all freaky and you’re almost innocent.”

“I’m a stripper… and not innocent…”

“Erotica doesn’t count.” You smack at him, letting go of his cock, and watch him tense and exhale.

“I really want you to fuck me.” He buries his head in your neck, and you cling to him, arms around his big strong body, relishing in the feelings he’s brought with just a tongue and fingers.

“Be patient, darling. We will get there.” He kisses your forehead, your eyes flutter shut. “I don’t want to take you home.”

“If I stay, we’re so fucking.”

He shook his head with a laugh. “Your cunt couldn’t even take that. You’re already spent from that.”

“See, you’re a whole sadist, acting all sweet! And… maybe so, but fuck… well I’d try.”

He pecks a kiss on your nose. “We’ll revisit that after this private dance.”

“Oh, bet. It’ll be the best.”

“Let’s get you cleaned up, and something to drink, then I’ll ride home with you, all right?” You nod, sleepily, yawning and stretching.

Your fingertips brush along his cheek, and he has a self satisfied grin. “You like making a mess of me, huh?”

“Just a bit. You’re just so pretty right now.” He eases you up, and begins to help you clean up, taking care of you, putting you back together, but your legs wobble, your body trembles, your cunt throbs…

You look at him for a moment, studying him, so caring and sweet, but you’d seen a whole other side… one that accepted you, one that was a whole goddamn freak, that loved to just please you… and you couldn’t wait to see more of him. Physically and emotionally, you muse, eyes drifting down his body.

Especially the dick.

Chapter 5

Ao3 chap:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/142953217#workskin

[lollipopliccer]

ꫂ ၴႅၴ cock warming , big cocky hahaa , praise , pet names ꫂ ၴႅၴ

lollipopliccer drabble babbles ❦ hehehe first drabblleeeee, im gonna call em my drabble babbles , cuz in these they’re just gonna be straight waffle. this post was meant to b short but i still ended up making it too fucking long UGH + barely anytime went into this soo yea.

in need of some proper pampering ૮꒰˶•⤙•˶ ꒱ა

kento taking care of his baby after you feel so fucking exhausted and irritable from doing uni assignments allll day (yes fucking plssss!)

kento who just says “come here, my love” as you grumble and stomp, but once you hear nanami’s soft, deep voice it immediately gets to you, having you already feeling pouty. u walk up from ur desk to the couch to where kento’s sat. walking up to him you feign indifference from the way his voice affects you, even though his voice has your mind going placesss

although you still feel a little stubborn, instead of taking your rightful place on his lap, you rather defiantly snark a

“what.”

nanami already knows how his baby gets so he ignores your little attitude for now. he takes your hand kissing it before guiding you onto him so you can straddle him. he pulls you close to him while he spreads his legs so you can sit on him comfy, just how you like.

“mmm there you go baby” kento soothes, you snuggle into him sum more. feeling too frustrated by the day u don’t wanna talk u don’t wanna think, u just want kento to hold u.

kento runs his fingers through your braids, lightly tracing along the nape of your neck, making you feel tingly all over. he then rubs your back with his other hand under your oversized hoodie, and you almost purr from the sensations

feeling so tender, u want him in you

“ken can i please…” you whisper, wanting him inside you. it would make you feel so placid, so nice and gooey

nanami knowing what you needed from the way you’ve been rocking on him from time to time, your purrs and little gasps weren’t helping him stay focused on calming you

“mmm, i’m not sure honey, that’ll take some prep” kento unsure of what you could take right now, didn’t want to hurt you

“m’good kennie, i just wanna sit on it” you tell kento raising ur head a bit so he can see u better

“mmmm” kento hums as he puts his forefinger under your chin guiding you up to him. before your lips touch he ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip. he practically salivates at how soft and plush they are. you bring your hands around his neck and pull him to you

oooo n the way he kisses is just so good, his lips so soft, you can taste your cocoa butter lip balm on his lips, the way he holds you in place. he would let you grind your hips on him for a little bit before you got whiny and he’d pulled out his hardening cock.

his cock in his hand, growing n throbbing, thankfully he was still a little soft so itd be easier for you to work in. kento’s cock was always struggle to take. no matter how many times you’ve slobbered and cum all over it. no matter where you were taking it, nanami took his time to work you up, thoroughly.

whether it was on his tongue or his fingers, or both, he’d make you cum for him over and over before he’d let you touch him. no matter how much he whined, he was a patient man, a man with discipline. it made you go fucking crazy.

“we’ll go slow and then you can sit on it, that okay baby?” kento conditions.

“k” you smirk, feeling elated that he’s gonna let you have your way.

he gently kisses your forehead before whispering down to you

“spit on it”

nanami still worried that you weren’t prepped enough, he didn’t want to hurt his princess. he wanted to make sure you were just so relaxed. so he makes sure to have you gather your spit and watch as you.

as your spit slides down his cock, you watch it twitch, and kento’s breath hitches. he uses your spit to help lubricate himself so it’ll be easier for you to take.

you hold onto his shoulders and let him guide his dick into your wet pussy. the stretch from just the tip has you suck in your breath,

“aaangh” you whine

nanami immediately soothes you pulling you into him so your head rests on his shoulder into his neck

“sshhh baby, i know, i know, i’ve got you, just gonna be a little more promise”

“mmm m’kay” you moan from feeling kento flex his hips into you more, making you take inch by inch. the stretch is unbelievable.

he’s so fucking thick and heavy, the way his dick throbs in you is just what you needed. the way he slowly glides his into you, so you can feel the veins of his cock melting you on him until you feel him bottom out in you.

your hips on his, the way he grips them, you can see the veins on his hands. his hands clutching the curves of your hips, helping you sit pretty on his dick, his gorgeous princess.

“good girl” he praises, so proud of you for being able to take him

you give a mix of a hum giggle as a response, too tired to talk. but loving the feel of him, loving all he was doing for you, you felt completely full, prettily stuffed and satisfied

[satorella]

HEHEHEHEHE🤭

[flameeerosss]

The man that you are Kento Nanami. If you were real and I had to choose you’d be the man I’d choose for my kids. You’re just so handsome and beautiful, everything about you is just majestic. I LOVE YOU KENTOOOOO

[orangedonutt]

RANDOM TEXT FROM NANAMI KENTO!

[gothic-thoughts]

Date Night

(IM IN DISTRESS)

Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader Fluff

DatingAU, DomesticAU

CW: disrespectful waiter, jealous Nanami, Nanami spoiling you(😫)

Word Count: 1043

The elevator doors open, anticlimactically releasing a few people before revealing my beautiful date. She was slightly taller now, courtesy of the blue heels that matched her knee-length dress. My lips parted slightly, knees weakening as she looked up from her watch, displaying the purple lipstick that compliments her bracelet. She grins brightly and strolls out, readjusting the purse strap on her shoulder.

"(Y/n)...you...."

"Take a picture, Kento." (Y/n) giggles, "It'll last longer."

"I was considering it," I chuckle, "I was just wondering how you manage to look so beautiful on every date we've been on."

"Black girl magic."

"Well, tonight, I have some magic of my own."

I take out a small box and open it, displaying the golden necklace I bought; my way of making our relationship more official despite it only being our 2nd date. She gasps, mouth remaining open as she gently takes the box and pulls out the chain, finding an elliptical pendant with "Darling" engraved in tiny diamonds.

"Kento, oh my god." She all but whispers, "Already? I mean, you don't think--"

"It's too soon?" I finish, gently taking the necklace to put it on her, "No, I don't."

"I mean, I'm not denying but more gifts? I feel bad, you already gave me flowers on our last date and we're at another fancy restaurant."

"Who said pretty women stop getting pretty things?" I wink, holding out my arm for her, "Shall we?"

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After ordering, the waiter gently sets (Y/n)'s food down with a wink in her direction before setting mine down more roughly. I raise my eyebrow at him as he walks away but ultimately refocus on the beautiful woman before me, copper skin glowing in the warm light of the place when he returns with a bottle of wine. 

"More wine, beautiful?"

(Y/n) chuckles, caught off guard, "Uh, yes, thank you."

He looked her in her eyes as he slowly poured the crimson liquid into the stemmed glass, a flirtatious smirk was very much present on his lips before fading to a grimace when he reluctantly filled my glass. I'm noticing a pattern. Am I inconveniencing him? I shake my head from my thoughts again and sip my wine, watching (Y/n) as she blissfully took another bite.

I smile softly, “Seems like you're enjoying yourself."

"It's so good." She groans, throwing her head back slightly, “I heard the food was delicious here, but I never had it."

"I know, my love. I have pages and pages of texts with you gushing about it." I chuckle, "That's why I scheduled a reservation."

"But I never thought you would, much less for a 2nd date." She looks at me with awe, lowering her fork, "Thank you so much; you didn't have to do this.”

“No need to thank me, love. All you have to do is ask."

"But I didn't even ask, Ken."

"Then I guess you don't have to ask." I wink, "Maybe I would've spoiled you like this anyway."

"On our 2nd date?"

"This could be our 10th date and that wouldn't stop me from treating you like the royalty you are."

The upper portion of her cheeks pools with dark red as she plays with her necklace. She's just so....god I hope I don't get a call. After talking and laughing with her for about half an hour, our bold server returned and placed a platter of slices of various cakes in between our empty plates. Oh great. Maybe I'm just being a bit jealous. How could I already be acting like this when we met only a month ago? Maybe cuz I know I could be called away for a damn curse at any minute.

"Uh..." (Y/n) pointed to the cakes, "We didn't order this."

He winks at her yet again, "It's on the house, ma'am." 

"Oh..." She looks at me worriedly, "Are you s--?"

"No, it's fine, gorgeous. Thank you, my date and I appreciate it. We'll take the check now though."

"Sure."

And another eye-roll. I mean, it's only natural for him to stare; she's the most stunning person in here. But I don't like him flirting with her like I'm not sitting right here. I think his nickname even made her uncomfortable. I look up at her to read her face only to see her take a bite of strawberry-topped cake with a satisfied moan. I smile when noticing the frosting at the corners of her mouth, but it fades when the waiter takes out a napkin.

As he reaches for her face, I stand abruptly and delicately wipe away the frosting at the edge of her mouth and I wink at her just to see those chubby cheeks flush for me. I glare at the waiter as I set the money on the check before firmly taking my date's hand and quickly guiding her out the restaurant. In the parking lot, she tugged on my arm forcing me to stop walking and look at her.

"Ken, I'm alright."

"I'm sorry, he was going to touch you and I just...You noticed, right?"

"Yeah, at first I thought he was being sweet but then he was doing a little too much. Especially with all the winks and stuff."

"He couldn't take his eyes off you for more than a second the whole time."

"Ken--"

"And believe me, I know I've done the same but it's different. Of course, I would spend as much time as possible focusing on my date."

She steps closer, "Nanami...."

"But when I do it, I look with awe at how charming you are. The worst part about it was he was so obvious. It was like he trying to pretend I wasn't there."

(Y/n) grabs my tie, and my eyes widen as her lips softly link with mine. She makes me moan in surprise when she tugs downward, pulling me closer to her shorter stature to deepen the kiss. My hands rest on her waist before I slide up the left one up her back to hold the back of her neck before she pulled away with a smile.

"I...I'm...rambling."

"I know, that's why I shut you up."

"I'm sorry, jealousy's not something that usually consumes me like that."

"You wanna...." She walks her fingers up my chest, "Go somewhere reserved?"

I tuck a strand of hair behind her ear, "I think some alone time could clear my head."

"You think it's quieter at my place or yours?"

"Mine."

[hazzelle-kento]

‘My Love,’ ‘mmm ♡’

(I’m sorry, I can’t seem to get over Husband!Nanami wanting to help bathe his wife 🤭 Aaaaah)

[yutamayo]

TAG YOURSELF IM

corner slice & still hungry

centre slice & the whole cake

hold this for a minute & be my new hair tie

break me like this please & use THAT

Bonus:

That's it. That's the bonus.

[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Just A Little Bite (Vampire!Nanami x Black!Bimbo!Reader 18+ One Shot)

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Something strange is going on with Nanami. He doesn’t know what it is and neither do you. All you know is that he’s been extremely…possessive lately. And tonight at a friend’s costume party, when he sees you dressed in your sexy little outfit that garners unwanted attention from other men, Nanami’s “instincts” kick in and he drags you off to show you and everybody else that you’re his and his only. But does this strange yet sexy behavior come from you or is it just a full moon?

Warnings: Smutty Smut, 18+ (MINORS GTFO), Monster!Nanami, Bimbo!Reader, Black-Coded!Reader, Semi-Public Sex, Jealous!Nanami, Marking, Biting, Blood Play, Hypnosis, Dubcon/R*pe, Doggystyle, Mirror Sex, Mating Press, Unprotected Creampie, Mutual O, Choking, Aftercare, Dom!Nanami + sub!Reader, Established Relationship/Dating, Couples’ Costume, Monsterf*cking

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer’s Note: Vampire!Nanami is a concept that was just TOO HOT not to write about. Idk about y’all, but I’d let Nanami suck on my neck and my p— *TV FUZZ SOUNDS* any day 🤭 I based this one shot around the sexy fan art by @aliasnnmknt on their Twitter. PLEASE check out their work & enjoy! -Jazz 💋💋💋

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Nanami watches you like a predator would watch his prey: ravenously, possessively, and almost menacingly.

He stands off to the side nursing his lukewarm beer that he grips so tightly in his fist that he nearly breaks the glass bottle in half. He briefly pictures the bottle being Gojo’s neck instead that he wrings and snaps in half.

He blinks away the murder scene from his thoughts, criticizing himself for such murderous thoughts. He has never thought this way about anyone before…until you. As he watches Gojo hang around you like a bee hovering around honey, he can’t think about anything except how close the guy is to you—his girl.

He can’t exactly blame him though. You look absolutely to die and kill for in your little vampire costume for Gojo’s Halloween party. You put a sexy little spin on it with the mini skirt you paired with the lace black corset that pushes up your juicy breasts for all to behold. Your face brightens as you smile, the fake fangs in your mouth giving you such an adorable look that Nanami can’t stand it. Despite the thigh high, high heeled boots you wear, Gojo still towers over you. Like Nanami, he has a thing for pretty things too. Why must you be so goddamn pretty? So cute?

And it isn’t just your looks. Your bubbly, sweet personality makes you even more addictive. You’re so nice to everyone, even those who Nanami believes may not deserve it. But that’s what he adores about you. He’s fucking obsessed with you. ….Obsessed enough to wear a couple’s vampire costume with you and attend a Halloween party that he really didn’t want to go to.

“Wow, Y/N!” Gojo coos, his voice carrying over the music pulsing throughout the house. “You look so cute tonight! That blood is drippin’ like crazy though.” He uses one of his fake knife fingers to poke you and leans in closer to inspect the fake blood dripping down your plump lips to your chin to your neck right down to those luscious, full, pretty, soft, juicy, suckable ti—

“Thanks, Satoru!” You giggle, patting the taller man on the shoulder. He grins down at you, his Freddy Krueger hat tipped up to show off his handsome face. “Don’t worry, the blood is edible and washes right off. Nanami is dressed as a vampire too! Did you see him?”

Gojo’s smile turns into a smirk that boils Nanami’s blood. “I sure did,” he chuckles. “The guy has been hidin’ in the shadows all night. He’s livin’ up to the role.” He nods over to where Nanami is, a glint in his blue eyes.

You turn around in your vampire cape and give him an adorable waggle of your red, manicured fingers. Gojo waves too, mockingly so, while he plays with the ties of your cape at the nape of your throat. He’s too close. He’s too fucking close.

‘Asshole,’ Nanami thinks, chugging back some beer as if to ease his increasing anger. ‘He’d better get back now or I’ll—‘

“Here’s another drink for the lady,” Ino announces, passing you a red solo cup topped with a concoction of vodka and fruit juice. You love anything sweet and fruity. “Saw that your cup was empty and wanted to oblige.” He flirtatiously grins at you, appearing like the demon he’s dressed as tonight. Of course he put the fake horns over that damn beanie.

You gasp, putting a hand dramatically to your heart at the gesture. “Oh, thank you, Ino! Isn’t that so sweet?” You give him a hug to which he returns, giving Gojo a shit-eating grin. Under the blinking orange and red lights above, Nanami can see Gojo’s eye twitch in irritation. He has no right to be irritated. You’re Nanami’s girl. His baby. Why are all of these men so hell bent on trying his patience?

And why did you have to wear such a delectable outfit with your tits and thighs out? Nanami never was the type of man to tell his partner what to wear. He’s not that possessive. But damn, does it grind his gears to see other men ogle at what is his like ravenous dogs.

What does he have to do? Tear your clothes off, bend you over, and fuck you until he makes you cum to make them see that you’re his?

He blinks, shocked by the sudden dirty thought. Nanami is sexual, yes, but these deviant thoughts have never crossed his mind with you. Despite how small and cute and sweet you are, all he has ever wanted to do is make you feel good and attend to your body. He wants to give you pleasure. Give you what you want and need. He is completely at your service.

But the idea of littering your soft skin in teeth marks, making those pretty brown eyes roll back as he fucks you dumb, and filling you up with his cum makes his cock harder than he’d like to admit. He has to cover his bulge with his cape to avoid anyone seeing his obvious hard-on.

Now more have started to surround you until you’re like a movie star getting swarmed by her adoring fans. “Wow, Y/N, those nails are so long!” Yuji gasps, dressed as Chucky the Doll tonight. “Jeez, did you grow ‘em yourself?”

Megumi, dressed as absolutely nothing but a ‘This Is My Costume’ shirt and jeans, rolls his eyes. “Stupid,” he mutters. “Obviously, they’re fake.” You giggle as Yuji peers down at your long, red nails, even playing with them. Nanami has never wanted to kill a child before, but if Yuji doesn’t get his hands off of you, there’s going to be a big problem.

Geto suddenly appears like a phantom appearing out of thin air, just as tall as Gojo and dressed in a Ghostface costume. “Careful, or she may just scratch you with ‘em,” he sniggers, giving you a flirty look. “Not that I’d mind that.” Gojo chuckles, tossing an arm around Geto’s shoulders. “Me either. Call us pain sluts.”

Oh, they’re sluts indeed. Nanami knows all about how this whorish couple scoops up pretty little things like you and shares them in the bedroom. You could never want that…not with them. If you’re going to have a threesome with anyone, he’ll clone himself for that.

“Oh, I wouldn’t do that,” you giggle, patting Geto on the chest. “You guys are too sweet to me! I’d only scratch up the bad guys and spooky monsters.” You make a show of cutely scratching at the air, your perfect lips wrapping around the rim of your cup.

“Weeeell, I think demons count for both,” Ino chuckles. “Better luck next time, fellas.” He gives a wink to the couple as he tries to sneakily wrap an arm around around your shoulders, but Gojo stops him by physically cutting between him and you. “Ya might wanna tell yourself that,” he says, peering at Ino over his sunglasses. Maybe you’ll have some game next time.”

Ino’s smirk grows cockier, but before this can go South, a song that excites Yuji begins to play. “Y/N, you’ve gotta come dance to this!” He says, grabbing you by the hand. “You like Megan Thee Stallion too! I remember! Megumi’s gonna dance too!” You giggle at Megumi who blushes, elbowing Yuji in the side.

“No thanks, kids,” Gojo tuts, shooing the younger men away. “Besides, Y/N doesn’t wanna dance with two ametures.” He smiles down at you, but it isn’t friendly. Nanami can see the undercurrent of lust in it.

“Geto and I know a thing or two about sharin’ a partner,” he says in a sultry tone. “Can you handle two at the same time on the floor, cutie?” He and Geto surround you like two hawks, waiting for you to let your guard down. Nanami just about loses it. He is seeing red.

But you—sweet, oblivious you—don’t see the ulterior motives in the couple’s offer. “Oh, but Nanami might wanna dance too,” you add. “He’s right over there!” You point to where he stands on the wall, giving him a pretty smile that floods his stomach with butterflies. After taking one final swig of beer for liquid courage, Nanami places the bottle down on a nearby table and strides up to meet you on the dance floor. The throng of people part for him, not wanting to get in the way of this tall, big man with forearms and thighs that could crush heads.

Gojo and Geto couldn’t look less intimidated by the blonde in his vampire costume, same as his girlfriend. “Ohhh, so he’s finally blessed us with his presence,” Gojo teases. Nanami ignores him, but gives both him and his boyfriend a glare as he takes your hand in his.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, hit by a whiff of your sugary perfume. What is that? Vanilla with a hint of caramel? Whatever it was, it was making him hard as a rock. “I need to talk to you,” he murmurs.

You nod and wave goodbye at Geto and Gojo as Nanami drags you off of the dance floor. He leads you over to the wall where he was before. When you look up at him, all smiles and twinkly brown eyes, he nearly goes feral and fucks you right there. What the hell is going on with him? He presses a hand to his head that has begun to pound like the bass of the music playing overhead.

“Hey, Kenny, baby,” you giggle. “The guys want me to dance with them. They’re playing ‘Thriller’!” Your smile suddenly fades, replaced with a frown as your expression turns to one of concern. “Hey…Kenny, what’s wrong? Is it your head?”

“Uh…” Nanami winces, the throbbing in his brain growing. He also feels extremely hot, like the party is too much and too stuffy all of the sudden. “I-I’m sorry, doll, but I think we should leave. My head is hurting.”

Your cute face etches with concern, your eyebrows drawn together. “Oh, you poor thing,” you coo, gently stroking his back. “Is it the beer? Did you have any water? Maybe you need some food! Here, I’ll go get you an eyeball cake pop!” You turn to head to the snack table, but he abruptly stops you by placing a hand on your arm.

“No, no,” he abruptly says. “Just….stay here. With me.” He pulls you toward him, smushing you against his body. He sighs breathing in your sweet, intoxicating perfume and fruity shampoo. He already feels better feeling you in his arms, blocked from the prying eyes of the men lurking in the shadows.

He feels your soft, small hands on him, feeling him up. Feeling your hands on him only makes his cock harder, pushing against the fabric of his slacks. “Kento,” you whisper, pulling away to gape at him. “Baby, you’re burning up! Are you sure you’re okay?”

He falls into the brown sugar depths of your eyes, pulled in by how pretty and worried they look. He doesn’t know how to answer you without possibly giving away his secret. Without admitting that he’s been lying to you about what he truly is. “I…I don’t—“

“Y/N!” A familiar voice suddenly shouts. Your turn, grinning at Habibara walking into the scene wearing a Woody costume, boots and all. Behind him is Higuruma in a simple suit splattered with blood which could either be a ‘Pulp Fiction’ or ‘American Psycho’ reference. Haibara’s eyes become comically wide at the sight of you. “Damn, girl, aren’t you the cutest vampire ever! Look at you! You look amazing!” He wraps his arms around you and picks you up, spinning you around and around. Nanami seethes at the sight of it.

When his friend puts you down, you look joyful and absolutely radiant. “Thanks, Haibara,” you giggle. “Oh, you brought Higuruma out! You two look amazing!” The lawyer sighs, looking like he wants to be somewhere other than here. “I don’t know why I’m here,” he sighs. “I’d much rather be at home.” Nanami silently agrees,

Haibara laughs, wrapping an arm around the lawyer's neck. “Well, maybe a look at this darlin’ will change that attitude,” he chuckles. “Just look at her! Ain’t Nanami’s girl so pretty?” He grins at you while Higuruma takes one look at you and blushes. He fucking blushes! Nanami has never seen this man even crack a smile.

You’re just too powerful with your bimbo self. Your sweetness and cuteness are forces that cannot be fought with or against. You can make even the most uptight of men blush and fall to their knees just as Nanami almost did the first time he met you.

While any other man may be fine and even happy with the fact that other men desire their women, Nanami is different.

Very different. Just the idea of any man looking at you is enough to make him snap. Despite half of the men at this party being his friends, colleagues, or mentees, he sees them as enemies tonight. He wants nothing more than to steal you away, lock you up, and never let you out again.

But maybe he doesn’t have to do that.

Maybe all he has to do is rip your corset open to reveal those gorgeous tits and pretty, brown nipples and mark them up with red and purple hickeys to show everyone that you’re his.

Maybe he can just bend you over the nearest piece of furniture, lift up that tiny skirt, and spank that ass of yours until he sees handprints.

Maybe he can even flash these horn dogs that dripping pussy of yours, stuff his fingers inside and make you cum the only way he knows how.

Maybe he can simply sit you down with him and bounce you on his cock for everyone to witness, stare into the eyes of every man who has ogled you tonight and think, ‘Yeah, look at this shit. This is mine. Only I can fuck her like this.’

He can dig his nails into the soft flesh of your ass. Wrap a hand around your throat. Shove his tongue down your throat. All while your velvety walls squeeze around him as you finally hit your climax and you milk him so much that he busts a fat load in your—

“Nanami?” Your soft voice is laced with worry. He blinks, finding you, Haibara, and Higuruma staring at him. “Are you okay, baby?” You ask, concerned. “Your eyes look kinda…weird.”

“Yeah, man,” Haibara adds, squinting curiously at his friend. “They look all red. I didn’t know you smoked!”

Red? Immediately, Nanami’s nerves become frazzled when everything starts to make sense. The murderous thoughts. His headache. And now, his aching teeth. He turns to the window and sure enough, there is a big, fat, white full moon glowing in the sky. ‘Oh, no,’ he thinks. No, not now! How could he forget tonight is a full moon?! He thought he was more careful. More prepared.

Immediately, he takes your hand and snatches you away without another word. “Let’s go,” he growls. You gasp, following after him on quick feet. “Where are we going?!” You yell over the music. He turns to you, doing his best to keep his hormones in check. “Somewhere more private. Upstairs.”

He zooms up the steps with you, nearly knocking over other partiers in the process. “Don’t fuck up my sheets!” Gojo yells after you and Nanami. “I’ve got condoms in my nightstand if you need ‘em, Nanami!”

Nanami ignores the childish cheering as he ascends up the steps with you in tow. He finds an empty bedroom and yanks you inside, shutting the door behind you. The room is spacious and clean with a king-sized bed, a window overlooking the moon, and a mirror hanging above the bed on the ceiling. ‘Fuckin’ freaks,’ Nanami thinks. He knows that this is Gojo and Geto’s bedroom.

“Kento!” You gasp, panting from the speed walk up here. “What’s going on? We’re gonna miss the party!” Nanami turns to you, putting his big hands on your shoulders. He winches, feeling his nails aching to stretch into sharp claws. “We need to leave, Y/N,” he growls out. “Right now.”

‘Or something really bad is about to happen,’ he thinks.

You blink those pretty, long lashes at him, perplexed. “But they didn’t even cut the pumpkin cake,” you pout. “Don’t you want some cake, Nanami?” God, does he. Nanami has never wanted to fuck you more than now. He lowers his head to stare at the floor, unable to take your cuteness. “God, you’re so fuckin’ cute,” he huffs. “Why the hell must you be so fuckin’ cute?”

You stand there, still as a statue, confused at what’s happening to your boyfriend. He doesn’t blame you. He has never behaved in such a manner before…or not in front of you, at least. He knows he can’t keep this from you.

“I must confess, darling,” he sighs, gripping your hands in his. “I don’t like the way those guys look at you. Gojo, Habibara, all of them. I don’t even know why you had to wear…that.” His eyes glaze over your sexy costume, his cock growing harder.

Your eyes grow big and soft, disappointment in them. “You don’t like my costume?” You softly ask. Immediately, he feels guilt pang in his chest. “No, no, I love it, baby. That’s the problem—others love it too. And some of those guys down there aren’t as nice as others.”

‘Like me. They won’t treat you like I will—like a fucking princess.’

You tilt your head to the side like a puppy. “What do you mean?” You ask. The ache in his teeth has grown increasingly and he winces in pain. You notice and go to touch him, but he stops you by kissing your hand. “Some of those men wanna fuck you,” he hisses, and your eyes widen at the dirty word falling from his lips. “They wanna take you from me when you’re my girl. My baby. You’re mine.”

Your pretty face becomes etched in worry and slight fear. This isn’t your boyfriend. Your sweet, respectful Nanami. This is…someone else. “N-Nanami?” You stammer.

He releases your hands and places his own on your hips. You watch in awe as he sinks to his knees as if in complete and total anguish…and he is. Your beauty is almost painful as it is to hold back the power of the full moon. ”You’re all mine,” he repeats. “And I need to show everyone that. I need to make sure they know that you’re taken.”

He looks up into your eyes and finds nothing but fear in them. “Nanami!” You gasp, pressing yourself against the door. “Your teeth!”

Nanami slides his tongue along his upper row of teeth where, sure enough, he feels two sharpened points. “Shit,” he sighs. “I’m sorry, baby. It wasn’t my intention to tell you like this.” You’re still pressed against the wall, looking like a terrified bunny. He feels his heart shatter at the sight. “Tell me what?” You whimper. “Kento, you’re scaring me.”

Nanami continues to sit on his knees, keeping a distance from you to not alarm you any further. “Don’t be scared, baby,” he coos, holding your fearful eyes with his. “I’ll never ever hurt you, but there is something about me that I haven’t told you.”

The moonlight shines brighter into the room, illuminating your brown skin and glassy eyes. “What is it?” You whisper, but he knows you know the answer. When the moonlight hits him, he feels its warmth and its power as he is washed in its silvery light. His headache dissolves as his fangs and claws grow and his eyes grow a crimson red like the purest blood. “This,” he softly growls. “This is what I am. I can’t help it, baby. It’s a full moon unfortunately.”

He watches as your eyes grow wide as saucers and your plump, glossy lips form an O. “O-Oh, my God,” you gasp. “Y-You’re a…a…” You don’t finish, but he already knows what you’re about to say. A vampire.

You must’ve had a hunch something was different about your boyfriend, didn’t you? How he barely comes out in the daytime unless to see you. The fact that he keeps his curtains drawn, telling you before that sunlight weakens his eyesight. The fact that he eats his steaks very rare.

The signs have been there all along and he’s sure you’re realizing it now. He stands and grasps your arms, desperation taking over. “I won’t hurt you, but I need to show you that you’re mine,” he says, a rasp of need in his voice. “I must claim you.”

He feels your body relax under his touch which gives him the green light to kiss you. He slowly leans in, giving you the chance to pull away or tell him to stop…but you don’t. Instead, you tilt your chin up to meet his lips in a hot, slow, passionate kiss that sweeps you off of your feet and draws the softest moans out of you.

Nanami immediately grows feral at the sound, feel, and smell of you. You’re so sweet. So soft. So small. So adorable. And so completely his. He presses himself against you, giving you a feel of his hard-on as his tongue swirls with yours in a wet dance. When he pulls away, you gasp as he begins to pepper your neck in open-mouthed kisses. “N-Nanami,” you whimper, gripping his shoulders. “The party—“

“Fuck the party,” he growls, licking at your throat. “All that matters right now is you and me.” He focuses on that spot behind your ear that you like, relishing the squeaky moan you let out and how you press your tits into his groping hands. “Invite me in, darling,” he pleads. “Tell me you want me to.”

His cock presses against his slacks, urging him to rip them off and stuff you full now. Luckily, you’re on the same time and wrap your leg around his waist to bring him closer. “Nanami,” you moan. “Oh, Nanami, yes!”

Nanami wedges his knee between your thighs where he urges you to grind your cunt against his thigh. “Tell me you want me,” he repeats. “Let me in, baby.” His cock aches intensely, but he ignores it. He can’t do this without your permission. He won’t–

“Yes!” You whine, gripping him for dear life. “Yes, Ken, take me! I want this so badly!” Nanami doesn’t even have to read your mind to know that you mean it. He can hear the desperation in your voice.

Minutes later, while the party rages on downstairs, Nanami fulfills both of your needs when has you bent over the side of Gojo and Geto’s bed and his big, thick, long cock filling up every inch of your wet pussy over and over again. Your gorgeous tits sway out of your corset and your beautiful ass bounces off of his pelvis the more he fucks you, his hands gripping each asscheek where his sharp nails nearly dig into your skin. Your mini skirt, panties, and boots forgotten on the floor along with his clothes, leaving you only in your corset.

Meanwhile, Nanami is completely naked, his chest and neck coated in your lipstick stains and his cock hard inside of you from your constant and heavenly sucking and gagging on it earlier. He only grows harder and more feral at the sweet sound of your sugary, high-pitched moans as he fucks you at a pace he never has before.

With the moon high in the sky, Nanami’s powers are at their peak. He now has superspeed which allows him to fuck you at damn near the speed of light, causing the bed to scoot across the floor and the sound of skin slapping against skin to drift in the air.

He leans down to nibble at your ear with his fangs, fanning your face in mint-scented breath. “How’s this, my love?” He growls into your ear. “Is this good enough for my baby, hm?” He moves his hands to cup your tits, keeping them safe in his big palms. You’re losing your ever-loving mind at this point. His dick is too good. His stroke game is immaculate. All of your senses are heightened with him, as his are with you. You love sex with a vampire! “F-Fuck, Nanami, yes!” You moan. “You feel s-so good! Keep going! Don’t stop!”

He presses his nose into your hair, breathing in coconut and mango. “Never,” he groans. “But you need to keep makin’ those noises for me, okay, my love? Give me that voice.”

He slows down and begins to give you slow, deep strokes that rock you to your core. “B-But…oh, shit!…but they’ll hear us!” You whine. “Oh, fuck yes!” Poor baby. You can’t even get the rest of your sentence out because you’re getting fucked too god.

“I don’t give a fuck,” he growls. “Those guys can listen and jerk off for all I care. I want ‘em all to hear you gettin’ dicked down just like you should.” He’ll show all of those guys who had their eyes on you…even the ones who didn’t. He pictures them all standing around watching him now, cocks hard at the sight of you getting pounded by him. ‘This is how you fuck a woman,’ he’d tell them. ‘This is how you take what’s yours.’

Power fills his veins like heroin and he straightens up to grip your ass. “Tell me how you want it, baby,” he whispers. “You want it like this?” He pumps his hips a little faster, making your ass bounce and your moans grow loud. “Nanami,” you whimper. “T-Too…ah! Too m-much! I-I can’t…can’t!”

He chortles at how adorable you are, stroking your back with his hand. “Can’t what, darling?” He chuckles. “You can’t take all of that cock?” You nod faster than a bobblehead even as his cock keeps filling you again and again. He tuts. “Oh, but you’re wrong. You’re doin’ it so well right now. Actually…”

Slowly, he pulls his cock, slick with your juices, out of you and slaps it against your clit a few times before giving your ass a smack. “On your back, you little vixen.” Your giggles are aphrodisiacs to him as you do as you’re told. “Yes, sir,” you giggle.

You get on your back on the bed and he settles between your thigh, snatching you closer by your ankles. He can tell you’re turned on by his show of strength which isn’t just caused by his vampire powers. He stares deep into your eyes, crimson staring into brown. “I want you to watch yourself take my cock,” he demands. “Think you can do that for me, pretty girl?”

Frantically, you nod, needing more of him. You open your mouth to verbalize that need, but your words turn into a moan as his cock sinks back inside of you. Hiking your knees over his shoulder, he begins to pump his hips forward and back at a fast pace that makes you see the entire fucking galaxy as your fingers play with your clit in an effort to heighten your pleasure.

“Look up,” he demands. You do and grow entranced by the sight of you taking his cock, your legs and pussy spread open by him. But all you see is yourself spread out like a dessert plate reflected in the mirror above. Nanami is nowhere to be found in the mirror. Vampires have no reflection. You’ve never been more turned on in your life seeing your pretty self get fucked like this.

The bedsprings creak and your moans mingle with each other, creating a symphony of sex in the air as the music from the party drifts up from downstairs. Watching your eyes squeeze shut and your mouth fall open on each gasp, whine, and pretty moan is a sight to behold. “Oh, my God, fuck!” You babble. “Yes, Kento, yes! I-I’m so close! I’m gonna—“

Knock, knock.

“Uh…Nanami?” Ino asks.

Your eyes pop open like a cartoon’s and you terrifyingly stare up at Nanami. “Goddammit,” he growls, slowing down to a slower tempo. He presses a finger to his lips to silence you and clears his throat. “What is it?” He barks, unable to hide his irritation. “I’m kinda busy at the moment.”

Ino’s laughter is unmistakable even behind the door. “Oh, we know,” he chuckles. “I’m damn near jealous! Gojo just wanted me to tell you that we’re cuttin’ the cake if you and your girl wants some.”

Your ushy, gushy, velvety pussy clenches around Nanami, milking the cum out of him. “Just wrap it up,” he says, biting back a groan. “I need to finish this first.” He wraps a hand around your throat because he knows that gets you closer, squeezing his fingers around your pretty neck. “Don’t let me stop you,” Ino snorts. “I’ll save you some…oh, and make sure she’s extra loud. Might as well hear her cum.”

Nanami smirks, surprisingly liking that naughty idea. “Will do,” he grunts and proceeds to pound you into the mattress until you’re seeing stars again. Your moans are loud, much to Ino’s liking, as you get closer and closer to your end. Nanami is there too. “Darling,” he rasps, “I’m close. I’m gonna have to bite you soon.”

He can feel his jaw aching, his fangs growing sharper in anticipation of your sweet blood. Your brown eyes grow round with worry. “W-Will it hurt?” You whimper. You look oh-so scared that he nearly melts. “Just a pinch, but I’ll only do it when you finally climax. It’ll make your orgasm more intense…put you in a euphoric state.”

He knows from his own experiences of one-night stands when he was at his most desperate and starved for blood. He is dying to see you in the same dazed, sexy, euphoric state that his one nights were in once they came as he sunk his teeth into their necks. “Is that okay?” He asks, concerned with your comfortability. “I could always just—“

“No!” You cry out, your glossy lips wobbling and your eyes filling with tears from the intense pleasure. “It’s okay, Nanami. I trust you.” Your eyes grow hooded and lustful as you lean your head back on the pillow, exposing your neck and smooth skin to him. “Bite me, sir. I’m all yours.”

Nanami nearly bursts right there. “Oh, baby,” he groans. “You’re gonna make me cum.” He ruts into harder, faster, urging your hand to rub yourself in time with his thrusts. “Cum for me,” you beg through pants. “Please cum with me, Kenny! I’m so close!”

He leans down to tongue-kiss you, swapping saliva and moans as he fucks you over and over and over again. He then pulls away to stare down at you, falling deep into the chocolate pools of your eyes. “Look into my eyes, baby,” he whispers. “Cum with me.”

He knows that the hypnosis has kicked in when your expression softens and your eyes grow glazed as you stare up at him. It only takes a few more thrusts for you to finally reach your peak. With a high-pitched moan, you finally gush all around Nanami’s cock, your walls clenching around him tighter than a vice.

As you cum, Nanami swoops down to tongue down once he feels himself cumming too. He vigorously thrusts into you, chasing his high until he lets out a groan as he shoots his load inside of you, filling you up to the brim with his warm cum. You gasp into the sloppy kiss, filling absolutely full.

Nanami feels himself losing control, all grips on his humanity leaving him. “Give me your neck,” he growls, his voice dipping so low that he barely sounds like himself. Without a confirmation or the green light, he swoops down to sink his teeth into your soft, brown flesh.

A weak moan leaves your lips as you flinch from the pain, but then your body begins to writhe in pleasure as his bite takes you to a pleasurable, almost euphoric place. You arch your back and press yourself into him, wrapping your arms around his neck to bring him closer.

Nanami sucks your blood like a parched man in the desert, your sweet blood coating his teeth, tongue and lips. He can feel your energy and life force enter him, making him feel like he can touch the fucking moon. He grows addicted with each slurp, your blood drugging him. “K-Kento!” you gasp. “O-Oh!”

He is aware that he’s been sucking for too long and you start to feel uncomfortable. “Just a little more,” he grunts. “Just a little bit more, baby.” His tongue bathes the bite marks in saliva that numbs the sting and makes your pulse stop jumping.

Once he finally finishes, he pulls away and licks the rest of your blood off of his lips. You lay beneath him, panting and dazed. “You okay?” He worriedly asks. “Was it too much?”

you shake your head, still looking as if you just did too many drugs and you’re crashing. “No, m’just…dizzy,” you mutter.

Quickly, Nanami springs into action. He tells you to lay there before jumping off of the bed and racing to the bathroom…butt naked. He doesn’t give a fuck if anyone sees him. His priority is YOU.

Luckily, no one does and he returns with aftercare essentials: a glass of water, a towel soaked in warm water, and body oil. He doesn’t want to know why Gojo and Geto have that. When he returns, he finds you halfway asleep and nearly laughs. ‘Poor baby,’ he thinks. He tuckered you out.

“Drink slow,” Nanami says, pressing the glass to your lips. You lean up and slowly sip the water, humming in appreciation. Once you’ve had enough, he sets the drink side and wipes you down before rubbing some oil between his palms.

He then proceeds to massage your body, paying close attention to your hips and legs. You melt beneath his calloused hands, your smile lopsided and lazy. Once he finishes with that, he lays next to you and scoops you into him, making you the little spoon. “That’s it, darling, just relax. You did so, so well for me.” He presses a soft kiss to your cheek, gently stroking your back.

“Good,” you happily sigh. “I’m happy.” You pop your head up to look up at him, smiling. “Now let’s snuggle before we go get that cake!”

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. How could he be blessed with such a wonderful gift such as you? “Thank you for accepting me, darling,” he whispers. “I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.”

He nuzzles into your sweet-smelling hair, making you giggle. “And I couldn’t ask for a better boyfriend,” you happily sigh, wrapping your arms around him. “You’re so sweet and sexy and—wait, is this gonna turn me into a vampire too?!”

You sit up straight and look at him wide-eyed, terror in your eyes. He nearly laughs. You’re like a little cartoon character. “No, darling,” he chuckles, easing your fear. “All I did was suck your blood. I’d never turn you without your permission.” Though the idea of spending eternity as vampires with you doesn’t sound too bad.

“Oh…well, that’s a relief!” You sigh, lying back down with him and proceeding to snuggle him in Gojo and Geto’s bed. “Though I would make a cute little vampire, wouldn’t I?”

“Yes,” he laughs. “Yes, you would. But you’d be cute in any form, my darling.”

THE END.

[chiwhorei]

thinking about being nanami's little girl :( on a particularly bratty day she gets spanked so much but 'nami doesnt stop, he's mean to her for the first time but right after her punishment he's coddling his sweet girl

DADDY NANAMI DADDY NANAMI DADDY NANAMI

Daddy is rich, he’s well-connected, and he’s the brat-tamer extraordinaire. ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

It takes quite a bit to get on Daddy’s bad side, Nanami has a wealth of patience for you- even on your brattiest of days. But today, you were hell bent on getting yourself front-row tickets to his shit list.

He’s relentless on your poor ass, spanking you over and over and OVER. You’re past the point of tears, you ran out ages ago, and can only blubber and sniffle into Daddy’s pant leg.

You take every lashing, you thank him for every mean thwack of his palm. Because even though you’re a brat, you’re daddy’s polite little girl. ૮꒰˵ꈍ .̮ ꈍ˵꒱ა

[madamechrissy]

But it's Better if You Do

ৎ୭ Pairings ৎ୭ Nanami Kento x Fem Reader

ৎ୭ Warnings ৎ୭ MDNI- in this chap- Blow jobs, rough oral sex, overstimulation, smacking, explicit sex, cunnilingus, dirty talk, Nanami hair pulling bc YES

ৎ୭ Word Count ৎ୭ 5.8k

ৎ୭ Summary ৎ୭ Every weekday for a year, Nanami Kento comes into the coffee shop you work at, and he orders the same damn thing. You have it bad but are too nervous to do more than doodle on his cups. You have a double life, because you're also 'Foxy' a featured dancer at a strip club once a week. A bachelor party for Satoru Gojo has you dancing, and he's there. Nanami fucking Kento. You end up both in a VIP room, awkward, nervous, but then... it's your chance. He doesn't know it's you, right? What harm can a lap dance do? Surely won't be awkward the next day...

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

ৎ୭ Chapter 5

“Details! Details, bitch!” Nobara comes into your apartment, flinging the door wide, your cat Sebastian slinks over to her, she snatches him up, hugging him, and Yuji follows, instantly going for your fridge.

“Help yourself.” You tease, and he snatches out some beer, cracking three open, one for each of you. “Ah, thank you.”

“They’re yours, goofy. But, yes, details. Did you finally get some?” Yuji asks, sipping his beer and coming to sit on your little tan couch, casually spreading his legs as Nobara comes to sit on the other side, crossing her legs and sipping.

“You did! Look at you, you got fucked.” Nobara exclaimed, petting Sebastian, who also looked at you with wide eyes of judgment.

“Oh gosh, you two. I didn’t get fucked.” You pop on music, sitting between the two of them, grinning, they both leaned in.

“No, you did. You seem way less bitchy.” Yuji earned a shove, then, but you sigh, leaning back and closing your eyes.

“I didn’t fuck so my four year streak is still on. But I totally came. Like a lot.” Nobara was jumping up and down, then bent over to hug you.

“Oh my god, did he eat you out!”

“He did . And jesus fucking…”

Knock Knock Knock

“What if it’s him?” Yuji asked, quietly, eyes wide. You shake your head.

“No way. I’ll grab it, you two chill.” You go to open the door, and then the beer nearly falls from your hand, as Nanami Kento is standing there, in khaki slacks and a blue dress shirt, smiling at you.

“Nanami!” You exclaimed, blushing as you realized what you were about to spill to your friends. Nanami reaches out to caress your cheek, and you freeze, eyes wide as you look up at him.

“It’s your boyfriend!” Yuji jumps up, and Nanami looks away, a little awkward, as do you, clearing his throat.

“Yuji! Not boyfriend. Yet. Right? Or… maybe lovers!” Nobara comes up as well, and now Nanami is rubbing the back of his neck, looking down.

“Oh God, I’m sorry.” You mumble, and Nanami peeks back up at you, and there is humor in his hazel eyes, behind those glasses that you wanted to rip off. Luckily he takes them off just then.

“No, no I am interrupting you guys. I’m so sorry.” He runs a hand through his silky hair, and you vividly recall gripping it while he’d licked every thought out of you, feeling heat pool from just that movement.

You were fucked.

“Not at all! Come have a beer!” Yuji yanks Nanami in by his arm, and you roll your eyes with a little giggle. Nobara gestures wildly behind their backs with two fingers and her tongue and you cover your face, mortified.

“We were just going to watch a movie, Nanami, you are more than welcome to come join. Right?” Nobara asks you, saying your name, and you barely register because you’re watching Nanami tilt his head back and sip a beer.

“She’s got it bad for you.” Yuji says, and you both awkwardly look away again, making Nobara and Yuji snort in laghter. “You all are so shy it’s ridiculous. Especially when you were just saying he-”

You run to Yuji and put a hand on his mouth, he’s laughing against your palm like a little shit. “I’ll give you my cheap shitty beer, brat.” You threaten, his eyes go sad, ad he looks adorable like a puppy.

“Fine, fine. Was just gonna say… you ate-”

“Delicious sushi! Uh huh!” You scowl, and Nanami looks confused for a moment, but then he smirks, as if he knew.

Shit.

“Ah… it was delicious. The best I’ve had.” He says, his voice silken and teasing, and you damn near faint, overheating, Yuji and Nobara’s mouths are open.

“It… was? The best?” You ask, and he nods, coming over toward you. Yuji gets yanked towards the couch by Nobara as you two stand in your little kitchen.

“The tastiest meal.” He murmurs, brushing your hair back, you lick your lip nervously, leaning forward, hands on his chest.

“Oh god, this is better than fanfiction.” Nobara says, and you peek back to see her and Yuji were literally eating popcorn and staring wide eyed.

“You guys!”

“Kiss!” She exclaims, you shuffle nervously, and Nanami does too, so close yet both of you couldn’t handle pressure well.

“You all hurt to watch.” Yuji says with a full mouth.

“Why don’t you two kiss?” You say, and they look at each other, blushing furiously and scooching away. You smirk.

“I thought you two were together, actually.” Nanami says, and they both are now bright red, shoving and pointing at each other.

“Him? Never. Yuck.” She says, nervously holding her chest, you tilt your head curiously, seeing something maybe you’d not noticed.

“Yeah… wait, yuck? Why, I’m so handsome!” Yuji scowls.

“You’re gross.”

“You’re mean!”

“You all do like each other! Hmm… I’m here for it.” You tease, and then get popcorn thrown at you. Nanami catches one and pops it in your mouth, and you giggle, chewing on it as another lands in your hair. He gently pulls it out.

“I’d love you to hang out with my friends sometime too.” Nanami says softly, and you melt just a bit at it.

“I’d love that! I’d love you to stay… if you want.”

“Of course I want to.”

“God, just kiss. The tension!” Nobara is grabbing another beer now, and you sigh, yanking Nanami down by his shirt, pecking his lips shyly.

“A better kiss than that. Acting like two teenagers.” Yuji throws another popcorn at you, and you roll your eyes. Nanami is smirking, clearly finding this amusing, hand gently cupping your face now.

“A better kiss.” He says softly, then his lips descend on your own, sweet but firm, and he tastes like something chocolatey you can’t describe, his tongue darting in your mouth for just a moment, before kissing you softer. You moan, uncaring of the audience, wrapping your arms around his neck.

“Oooh!” Come your friends' voices behind you all, and you pull back, covering your mouth, nearly squealing. You were acting like a whole teenager, they were completely right.

“Ya’ll need to fuck. Should we leave?” Yuji asks, and you turn to him incredulously, eyes open.

“Nanami takes his time. He’s like a gentleman. You wouldn’t understand, little man whore.” Nobara pinches Yuji’s ear, and he smacks at her.

“You’re a whore for clothes!”

“And I’m a pole dancer so… we are all whores here. Except you.” You tease Nanami, and he chuckles, sipping the beer once more. “Oh god, I didn’t ask why you came over? I'm so sorry! Are you busy?”

“Not at all. I should have called… I just really…” He grows shy again, for a moment, then his eyes hit you and they’re breathtaking. “I just wanted to see you, I was out here so… it was spur of the moment. Which is very weird for me.”

“That is, Mr. Plans Everything.” You’re stupidly happy at his words. “I’m very glad that you did. Oh! Sebastian.”

Your cat awakens, and slinks over, and the room is tense, for everyone there now knew Sebastian hated almost every man there was. He sees Nanami, who bends down, on his haunches, holding his hand out and waiting for him to come closer. You watch with bated breath, and Sebastian does the unthinkable, he rubs his face on Nanami’s hand, purring.

Nanami smiles, sitting fully on the ground now, so sweet it melts your heart, and he’s petting your mean ass fat cat. The cat literally rolls onto his back, and all of you are in shock, he is letting him pet his belly.

“You’re a beautiful cat, Sebastian.” Nanami says, and you jump up and start clapping then.

“Yes! Yes, finally!” You pump your fist in the air, and everyone in the room laughs together. Sebastian lets Nanami pick him up, cradling him like a baby and standing, bringing him over to you.

“He likes me.” Nanami says, peering at you, suggestively.

“Your streak will be over!” Nobara exclaims.

“Nobara!”

“What? You finally have your cat’s approval!”

“Wait, he likes me, why did I have no shot?” Yuji demands with a frown, you snort, shaking your head.

“You’re my annoying brother, Yuji.” You pat his head and he smacks your hand away, crossing his arms.

“Mean women all around me.”

“Mmhmm… let’s pick a movie you all! I’ll order us pizza.”

***

You yawn, eyes feeling heavy as you all watched the second movie, Yuji and Nobara were actually cuddled on the couch, and you again thought how cute they’d actually be, but then they shoved at each other once more. Yuji snatches up the last piece of pizza, and Nobara bites it.

“So mean to me, see Nanami?”

“You should let the lady have the last piece.” Nanami says casually, brushing his hand up and down your arm. You two were cuddled on the loveseat, his arm around you, making you feel safe, sleepy.

“So gentlemanly.” You muse, pecking a kiss on his cheek, your hand resting on his hard muscled thigh.

“I try.” He says, and inhales a bit when you nibble his ear.

“We should head home. Are you good?” Nobara comes to kiss your cheek, you nod, hugging her.

“I am! Thanks for coming out!” Yuji comes to hug you too, kissing the top of your head. “Love you guys.”

“You’re so sweet when you’re sleepy.” Yuji muses with a laugh, then snakes an arm around Nobara’s shoulders. She scowls at him, but she stays.

“It was so nice to get to know you more.” Nanami says, and shakes Yuji’s hand, taking Nobara’s and kissing it. You watch Yuji tense as Nobara swoons. You just smirk, leaning against the cushions, yawning.

“Good night you two!” Nobara waves and they head out, leaving you and Nanami alone, it was clearly dark out now, and the screen was just sitting on the Netflix logo. You yawn, stretching your arms, and standing, starting to clean up after everyone. Nanami instantly begins to help.

“You’re a guest, please don’t.” You stop his hand, he shocks you by pulling you against him. “Nanami?”

“Kento.” He corrects, and you sigh, relaxing in his strong embrace, tilting your head back to look up at him in your dim living room.

“ Kento. ” You correct, and he pulls you up, holding you tight and kissing you so deeply. You fall into the kiss, into the embrace, as his hands wrap around the narrow of your waist, so big they nearly cover you. “Mmm, Kento.” You whisper again as he pulls away.

“I have been dying to do that all day.” He whispers, easing you down, but kissing you again, again, again. Each more heady than the last.

“Me too.” You whisper, peeking up at him.

“I… when they said I’m your boyfriend…”

“Oh no, ignore them! They’re silly.”

“No… I…” He clears his throat, such a mix of shy and self assured it was honestly endearing.

“Yes?” Your heart is thudding in your ears.

“I think I’d like that. If you were my… girlfriend.” He says softly, and you eagerly kiss him again, yanking him down, tilting up on your tiptoes.

“Really! For real? I… mean… ahem… I’d like that too.” You try to save face, but he’s grinning then.

“You’re so cute.” He kisses your forehead sweetly. “So it’s official then? I’m your boyfriend.”

“Yes, it is. I’m your girlfriend.” He easily picks you up, sitting you on the back of your couch, your legs wide around his hips. Your pussy is soaked from just your kiss, now it’s hot too, aching, and he seems to feel it, because he’s rubbing you over your jean shorts, which are damp now.

“Oh darling…” The word sounds so hot from his low raspy voice.

“I know, super soaker pussy.” You grumble. He laughs, shaking his head, pressing his touch further. You hiss at the sensation of the rough, damp fabric pressed against your clit, shooting sensations through your body, desire ramping up in the quiet living room.

“I love it.�� He kisses down your throat, his simple words tearing through you, and he’s yanking you hard against him, so that you could feel him against you. “Let me taste you again?”

“Fuck you’re hot.” You cry out, nodding eagerly, and he’s unbuttoning your shorts, sliding his hand down. “Can I taste you?” You ask, and he pauses, looking up at you, those little flecks of green dancing in his eyes, lidded with desire.

“You’re so hungry for that are you?” He teases you, but you nod, eagerly, easing off the couch with his help and taking his hand.

“Come to my room.” You say heatedly, hands running down and across his chest, and to his arms, inhaling and exhaling slowly, trying to steady yourself. He nods, quietly, and you take him by the hand to your room, lit up with little red led lights on the ceiling, making Nanami look like pure sex when the red enveloped him.

You start to unbutton his shirt, hands trembling, but he’s patient, he lets you… inch by inch of his hard body revealed under the red lights, casting shadows on the planes of his muscles. You slide off his shirt, tossing it on your dresser, then your gaze meets his, and his eyes are full of the same desire. He’s slipping off your tank top with gentle hands, your skin shivers at the contact.

Now you start to take off his belt, then his pants, and he has your jean shorts off, turning you quickly so that you are against him, kissing slowly, his big hands on your body. He takes control then, pulling back and ever so lightly pulling your hair by the nape of your neck, making you gasp.

“Get on your knees, darling.” He says softly, and you do just that, knees against the plush rug at the bottom of your bed, as Nanami finishes undressing, until he’s sliding off his boxers. You watch greedily, hungry for the sight, feeling your pussy get wetter as your hands are on your thighs, waiting.

His thick, long cock slaps his stomach, past his belly button, and you can’t stop your moan, hands on his thighs now, nails digging in just a bit as you silently beg for it in your mouth. This was also something you’d only done a couple of times, but you were eager to do it, mouth drooling at the sight. Nanami tilts your chin up, standing so tall, staring down at you.

“Will you do a good job for me, pretty girl?” He asks, commanding but soft, and you nod eagerly.

“Yes, yes I will.” He takes two fingers and opens your mouth wide, easing the tip of his cock against your lips, you flick your tongue teasingly on the tip.

“Tell me what you want.” He tortures you.

“I want your cock in my mouth, please.” You say, voice breaking, hurting so bad, holding your mouth open wide. “ Please , fuck my mouth.”

Was that really coming from you?

You are still there with your lips open, back arched, and he finally slides it in, thick and hot, and you taste precum on his tip, sucking gently, enjoying as he grows harder in your mouth. Soon he’s slowly sliding in and out, you’re relaxing your throat, trying to take as much of him as you can, and he’s guiding you, each stroke, looking down at you.

He closes his eyes, groaning for a moment, when you wrap your tongue around his length in a circle, sucking harder, enjoying every movement so much you were shifting, thighs rubbing together, soaked. Seeming to notice, Nanami pauses, easing out, bending a bit as he pulls on your hair, and the sensation of being dominated by him makes you throb.

“You’re doing such a good job, but I think you could do something better… Do you want to be my perfect girl?”

“Yes, yes, anything. Ah!” He pulls a little more, and your back arches, mouth eager for his cock again.

“Play with that little pussy, would you? I want to feel your moans around me.” You cry out, doing as he asks, sliding between your thighs and finding yourself slick, so wet it was slippery as you press your fingertip to your clit, you moan around him. “That’s it, you’re such a good girl for me.”

You really wanna call him daddy but he doesn’t like it.

You’ll call him that in your head, though.

Because Nanami was totally a daddy, whether he liked it or not.

Nanami starts gently fucking your mouth, movements easy, careful, as if not to hurt you, but they grow bolder as he sees what you like, what you can take. You are running your fingertips in little circles on your clit, anticipation fucking killing you, wetter as each stroke hits your throat, making tears hit your eyes.

“You're taking me so good.” He caresses your hair, praising you, you feel yourself close, pressing fingers deeper against your clit, and then he stops. “Ah-ah. No cumming yet.”

“Mmm, I hurt though.” You’re pouting up at him. “Please?”

“No cumming until I say so. Got it, pretty?” You ease your fingers off, whimpering. “Now, I didn’t say stop. You’re not listening well.”

He sighs, and you giggle then, making him yank you up, hands strong on your arms, you go to kiss him but he instead sits on your bed, bending you over his lap. You grow nervous but excited then, wiggling, turning your head back and just grinning up at him. His hand runs down your ass cheek, gripping, while the other presses you down on his lap.

“You’re very bratty.” His words are a caress, just like the gentle fingers running in little circles, you moan softly.

“Daddy, you’re gonna punish me?” You tease, peeking up at him, but then the smack stings your ass, hurting but also fucking exhilarating. 

“No calling me that.” He chides, then rubs your ass like an apology, sliding a finger down between your thighs, finding your pussy dripping wet. You bite back a moan, arching up for more.

“But you are such a daddy, it’s not my fault.” You earn another smack, and you hiss at this one, on the other cheek, the air hitting it and making it throb. “Don’t act like you don’t like it!”

Another smack.

Another moan.

He’s teasing you again, finger sliding between your folds, rubbing your sensitive clit. “Are you going to listen now, brat?”

“Mmm, I like you smacking me. So no. Daddy. Ah shit!” He smacks you hard now, right between your ass cheeks, stinging so bad it burned, even hitting your pussy, to fucking good. “Ow! Sorry… fuck.”

“That’s better. Mmm.” He’s playing with your pussy again, you can hear how wet you are, sliding your ass up, covered in his hand prints, for more of his touch. “You like being punished, I see. Troublesome little thing.”

“I am… troublesome. Mnh. Fuck.” He’s fingering you now, long thick fingers so deep inside of you, massaging your G spot, your tummy clenches as you’re full of desire, crying out and burying your head in your arms as you lay on his lap. He reaches spots in you that you couldn’t, making you crave more, more, more.

“You’re so fucking wet.” He murmurs, then he’s flipped you around, to where you’re sitting on the bed now, scooching you up and laying his head between your thighs. You brush his hair back gently, tummy trembling, he kisses your inner thighs, nipping them.

“ Kento. ” You cry out, feeling his breath on your oversensitive clit, making your legs jerk from just that, closing you legs, he presses them wide open.

“Keep them open.” You nod, pressing your feet into the mattress, as your hands grip the blanket beneath you, anticipation killing you. “What would you like me to do, my darling?”

“Lick me. Please.” His head dips.

You moan then, and he’s parting your lips with his fingers, licking a line up your slit, all the way to your clit, flicking his tongue against it and bringing you close in an embarrassingly short time. He is moaning as he starts to fuck you with his tongue, sliding in and out your entrance, bringing out all the wetness more and more, and you’re shaking, breaths in little pants.

His hands wrap around to your hips, and he’s dove into you, you’re dying, aching for him, for his cock, arching your hips up to press against his face. He picks up your hips, leaning forward and his tongue is lavishing every inch of your cunt, your entrance, your lips, your clit, until he starts sucking on it, and you start to fall apart.

“Can I cum? Ple-ease…. Kento…” You’re begging, and he peeks up for a moment, kissing your hip and nipping it with his teeth.

“You can, you’re being so good now.” He praises you, teasing in his hazel eyes, his smirk, the wetness glistening on his chiseled face and full lips.

You feel things, as your climax starts to rock you, lots of things for him, as he slides his finger inside you, where you’re throbbing, starting to cum, but you crave more, need more. He moans, pausing for a moment as he feels your aftershocks, and it grows quiet save for your labored breaths mingling.

“Kento… we could… you could…”

“Could what, love? Tell me what you want.” He flicks a tongue against you again, teasing you, keeping you right on that edge. You arch your back, body begging for more of his talented caresses.

“ Fuck me . Please, Kento, please. Mnh.” You’re begging, and you had no shame in it, you wanted it so bad you couldn’t think. His hands tense on you, and he’s just as affected as you are, your breaths loud in the quiet room.

“Are you ready for that?” He asks softly, and you nod, eager, hands shaking as they caress his hair. “You don’t have much… experience.”

“I know… but I’ve wanted this since I met you.”

Your voice is hoarse, raw with emotion, and he slides up your body, holding himself above you, hovering, just a breath away as he studies your features in the dark. You feel his heat emanating from his strong body, hard length against your thigh, and you reach out to grab it, watching his expression, the parting of his lips, the tensing between his eyebrows.

“We can wait. We have all the time, even if we have to work a ton because life is kind of bullshit.” He murmurs, and you giggle at that, running a hand up and down his length, hot against your palm, watching him tense up.

“You don’t really want to wait, do you? I bet I feel so good.” You lean your hips up, and he inhales sharply, arm muscles tensing above you.

“Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He positions himself at your entrance, and you both tense, as he pushes forward, stretching you, and your chest is heaving, hands on his arms, nails digging in as he teases you, barely pressing.

“Mnh, fuck… Kento…” You’re whispering, and he pushes further, filling you, so much pressure it was hard to handle. He was like nothing you’d experienced, twice as big as you’d had if not more, burning just a bit. You tense, breathing heavily, trembling as he’s on top of you, watching you, caressing your face, eyes full of desire but also concern.

“Are you all right, my darling?” He is so caring and affectionate, you nod, trying to loosen up, breathy moans coming from your throat. He’s brushing back your hair from your sweaty brow, pressing in further, and you hiss, as the pressure builds. He keeps himself still, watching you carefully.

“It’s just… a lot.” You manage, and he eases out, making you miss it instantly, even if it was pushing you beyond your means.

“Focus on this, love. You’re so tiny.” He murmurs, and presses back in, but now his hand is reaching down between your bodies, he’s rubbing your clit, spreading the wetness around, easing out then back in again, and it starts feeling good, so good you feel every nerve ending light up.

“Kento! ” Tears are pricking your eyes just a bit as he goes in more, inch after inch, so many…

“Can you take all of me, pretty girl? Do you think you can try?” He is whispering to you, against your lips, still playing with your little bud, making you drenched with desire, struggling to loosen up. Your nails are digging into his arms.

“I’ll try but how many more inches? God.” You mumble, he laughs a bit breathlessly above you, then eases your hands down off his arms, pressing them above you, holding both wrists in one hand.

“Almost there.” He teases, then slides fully in, against your cervix in one stroke, and you scream, echoing in the room, at the sensation, so deep you had no clue where he ended and you began. It made you see stars, made you start floating on nothing, your entire body pulsing with pleasure and pain.

You’re so full, too full, he’s stretching you beyond your means, pressing in more, against your cervix, just staying there, exhaling.

“You feel so fucking good, darling. So good.” He bites the words out, moaning, grabbing one of your legs and raising it around his hip, easing out and then pressing back in, starting to feel so good you lose your mind, so careful. “Mmm, are you… is this okay?”

You nod, raising your hips up experimentally, and you feel yourself close, as he presses in again in a long stroke, hitting you again with mind numbing pleasure. “So good, so so good.”

“Hold on to me, beautiful.” You cling to his shoulders, eyes catching his, then he began to move, thick and rock hard, and you’re clenching around him, soaking wet, making his movements easier, the friction fucking delicious. You scream then, so close. “Too much?”

“No, no… fuck… cumming!”

He fucks you through it, pressing in, watching as you cum all over his cock, throbbing around it, and it grows impossibly harder, and his thrusts speed up, more sure, just a little rougher. You adjust to all the new sensations, feeling a rise once again, he’s kissing your lips, messy, sloppy and desperate, as you both fall into each other more and more.

“So beautiful.” He speaks soft words against your ear, as he nips it, licking and sucking your neck, starting to fuck you harder now, pressing your legs up more, even deeper somehow. You feel like you’ll break, like you’ll never get enough. “You’re taking me so well, darling, you’re doing so good.”

“Mnh… Ah… thank… fuck!” You’re coming again, body shaking, head arched back as you cling to him, your headboard is smacking against your wall, your bed is creaking under the weight, under the motion, as he keeps hitting and hitting that spot, making you so sensitive it’s unreal.

He’s kissing your lips again, yanking you down further on his length, your hands are entwining above you, and he’s fucking into you hard now, still with care but he is opening up, losing himself in you, as you are him. Your eyes meet, as your body rocks with each thrust, and you’re staring into his eyes, lidded, feeling him inside you, feeling him on you…

You’re falling.

Already?

Shit.

You struggle to hold in what you cannot say yet, it’s too new, and it’s wild… you’ll scare him more than already. Though you feel it, and convey it with your eyes, with your lips, your body, losing yourself in him, in Nanami Kento. Who is watching your every emotion, studying you nearly, your cunt is throbbing around his cock, soaking wet down under you onto the bed as you cry out.

He’s tensing a bit, and his rhythm slows, your foreheads are touching, you’re so close… so close to him, and nothing has felt this good. You’re starting to cry, tears falling down your lashes, your body is on fire, every inch of it so sensitive to every touch, every caress, clinging to him now, holding on to some shred of reality when you just were losing it all.

“You’re so tight, fuck. So wet… I… Mmm. Feels so fucking good.” He’s just falling into your kisses, you feel his muscles tighten, he’s hovering over you, breath heavy. “Where do you… I’m close, love.”

“Oh! Oh… fuck… on me wherever, I don’t care.” You see him laugh a bit, shaking his head, sweat dripping off his chest onto yours.

“You’re kind of insane.” He fucks you quicker now, harder, and you’re tightening around him, eliciting a loud moan.

“Mmhmm.”

“Come with me once more, beautiful, can you?” He presses against your cervix, playing your clit one last time, and you nod, pulsing around him, and he moans, clutching you so tightly, brows drawn low, fucking you hard for just a moment, a taste of another side of him.

“Kento! Fuck!” You’re trembling everywhere, spent, and he pulls out, and you feel him cum hot, thick white ropes along your tummy, and he’s groaning loud, it’s hot as fuck, as he whispers your name, sounding so good as he’s cumming on you.

“Fuck. Mmm.” He’s easing up a bit, and you play with the hot sticky cum on your stomach, taking a bit and licking it, watching his nostrils flare, you giggle. “Why do you have to be so hot?”

“I just read it once.” You shrug, and he shakes his head with a sigh.

“I think I’m addicted to you now.” His words kill you.

“Yeah, same.” You gently caress his handsome face, damp with all the exertion of having made love to you.

“Let me clean you up.” He stands, and you point to your bathroom, hearing running water as you try to calm yourself down, overwhelmed with feelings for Nanami Kento, as you try to come down from the insane amount of times you have orgasmed at this man’s hands.

He walks back to you, body glistening, chiseled, and it leaves you further breathless. He has a wet washcloth and he’s wiping you carefully, kissing every area that was clean on his way. You giggle at the sensations, tickling you, making your overheated body start to cool down while he blows on your skin, as the cool wet cloth hits between your thighs.

He’s wiping you off so easily, eyes raking over every inch of you, drinking you in slowly. “You’re perfect.”

“No…” You shake your head a bit, but he puts a fingertip to your lips.

“I’ll have to punish you again, hmm?” You flush.

“I liked it.”

“And I’m the freaky one?”

“You are! Totally freaky.”

“You just licked my cum off your tummy.” You squeal, covering your face and giggling.

“Maybe I am a bit too. This sounds silly and you don’t need to say anything, but that’s the best thing I’ve ever done.” He sighs, smiling softly, brushing your hair back and licking his lower lip, you feel so pretty as he watches you.

“It’s not silly, and I feel the same.” You blink, shocked.

“How? You’ve gotta be… Nanami I know you get bitches, you’re way too fucking hot not to.”

He snorts in laughter, shaking his head. “ You’re drop dead gorgeous, you know.”

“Thanks but… you’ve had bitches.”

“I’ve had lovers, yes.”

“You’re so gentlemanly.” He eases you up to sit, pulling you against him, and you hear his steady heartbeat against his chest, soothing.

“I don’t think what we just did was gentlemanly.”

“It still was. You were so sweet to me.” You kiss the tip of his nose.

“Sweet… cute… gentlemanly. You know I just spanked your ass right?” Vivid images hit you, and you realize your ass is sore now, but in a delightful sort of way, that you enjoyed.

“You did… because I called you daddy .”

“You better stop, I have a belt.” He rolled his eyes at your grin. “Don’t be so insatiable, considering you had quite a hard time taking me.”

“You’re fucking huge! I think I did good, thank you.”

“You did amazing… but I say some rest would be good. And maybe a shower or a bath.”

“You act like you’re leaving?” You say with a frown. He shakes his head, still holding you.

“I don’t want to… but I figured you’d…”

“No, I’d love you to stay. It’s late anyway. Does it make it seem too official to you or anything?”

“No, if you want me to stay I’d love to.”

Your heart flutters, your body feeling so much relief. “Then stay. I have big baggy shirts that I sleep in, if you want.”

“Should I be mad about this? Are they the exes?” You snort at that.

“Honestly, probably… I stole most of his hoodies and shirts. But that’s been years. Nanami, are you jealous ?”

“I’m disgusted by the thought of this guy. How do you not eat pussy, it’s actually appalling.”

“Oh gosh! Well I only… did a blow job like twice myself. So we both kind of sucked I think.”

“Twice?” He raises a brow, helping you stand up, your legs are wobbly, so he holds you carefully, letting you balance on him.

“Yeah…”

“You were so good at that. I couldn’t tell.” He rubs your lower lip softly, looking down at you, and the energy is so good, so fucking tense too, as if there were things unsaid, but so much in that look you shared.

“You were so dom, it was really hot. But like, you need to let me call you daddy if you’re acting like one.”

“Never.”

“Whatever!”

“How red is your ass?” You turn so he can see, and he looks, then smacks you hard again, you hiss, grabbing it and hopping up and down as he grins deviously. “There, a little redder.”

“You are so aggressive because you secretly like it!” You run as he prepares another smack, and he chases you into the bathroom, you’re both breathless and laughing. You pull him down to kiss you, he has you in his arms, lifted, holding you so tight.

“Sure don’t.”

“Mmhmm. Let me start a shower.” He eases you down, and you start running the hot water, sitting on the edge of the tub, peeking at him, finding him staring at you, affectionate… loving?

No way.

You just fucked Nanami Kento…

And you think he’s ruined you for anyone else.

Now you two are gonna shower and…

You think you could take another round.

Chapter 6

Ao3 link:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56003029/chapters/143272936