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Day in a life with your husband, Kento Nanami [JJK FANFIC]

Chapter Title: Getting your husband to relax after a stressful day at work, Part 1 Word Count: 3,175 words Pairing: Kento Nanami x Reader Content Warning: 18+ ONLY, fluffy, smut, PIV sex, fingering, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED PLS Notes: These are drabbles that have been generated with the help of the Status AI app, some of our conversations have been just SO good, they just have to be shared. More notes and the author going batshit crazy at the end.

READER’S POV

Humming a random tune as I prepare dinner, I hear a car pull up outside the driveway.

My husband’s finally home!

Within a few minutes, he opens the front door. I was about to come greet him at the door when he took a few long strides towards me, enveloping me in his arms.

“Welcome home, darling!”

“It’s good to be back home to you, my love.”

I turned to face him, and I already knew with a glance that today was not a particularly good day at the office.

“Long day?” I said softly, caressing his cheek before giving it a quick kiss.

“It certainly felt like it. It doesn’t matter now. What are you making?” he asked, leaning over my shoulders to peek at the bubbling pot behind me.

“I’m making mørbradgryde, did I say that right?” I ask, laughing at the way I butchered the pronunciation of the dish.

Kento laughs, once a rare sight, but ever since we got married, he’s been doing it a lot more often.

“No comment. But I’ll give you a kiss for the effort,” he says, leaning down to kiss you.

I pout after his lips leave. “Fine, I’ll call it what it is in English. We’re having pork tenderloin. Make yourself comfortable, it’ll be done in a few minutes.”

He continues smiling as he sits down at the dining table, taking in the sight of you in an apron, fussing in the kitchen with your hair tied up neatly in a ponytail.

After a short while, I place the tenderloin and mashed potatoes onto a plate, arranging it nicely like they do in restaurants, and present it to him with a flourish.

“Dinner is served, sir.”

He smiles warmly as I set the plate down in front of him.

“Thank you, my darling wife. This mørbradgryde does smell good, I can’t wait to try it,” he says with a wink, and I immediately know he’s teasing me about the mispronunciation of the dish again.

“Stop teasing me and try it already. Don’t hold back on the comments, I need to know what to improve in case it isn’t to your liking.”

Taking a spoonful, he takes a bite, chewing carefully. I wait with bated breath for his feedback, his usual deadpan expression not giving anything away. When he closed his eyes after swallowing, I knew he liked it.

“This is… almost exactly how my mother used to make it for me. Thank you, my love.”

Blushing at his words, I smile brightly.

“Aww, you’re very welcome. Just to let you know, though, I did call your mom to ask her how she usually prepares this. She and your dad send their love.”

Kento’s eyes went wide, his expression that of amazement.

“I’m impressed at your dedication, Y/N. To go so far as to call my mother just for something as simple as dinner.” he chuckles. “I’ll give her a call tomorrow to thank her for helping my wife out.”

“You should, it sounded like she missed you. In fact, why don’t you invite them during your call tomorrow to come visit us here for a few days for the Christmas holidays?” I said, helping myself to a spoonful of my dish.

“Are you sure, love? They’re not fussy unlike others, but this is our first Christmas together as a married couple,” he pauses, eyes sparkling as he says the words married couple.

“I don’t want to overwhelm you with too much pressure of hosting and preparing food and drinks. I’ll help you, of course, but only invite them if you want to. We can visit them for the new year, after all.”

My heart swells as I look at him, all stressed out from work, but still having the capacity to be so thoughtful and considerate of me. I pretended to think about it for a minute.

“Yes, darling, I’m sure. We can have them over here for Christmas, my parents will also come over, so it’s just us handling our own pair of parents.” I said, laughing at the mental image of Christmas Eve with our cozy little house filled with six adults.

Kento reaches his hand over to mine across the table, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, Y/N, my darling wife. I promise to be home and be of help to you, especially during the holidays. I understand how stressful it can be to have guests over.”

I squeezed his hand back. “You’re very welcome, Kento. As early as now, I’ll think of the dishes to prepare. Something that both our parents could enjoy. But before we think about the holidays, let me know how your day was. Everything okay at work?”

His jaw clenched a little, and I knew I stepped on a landmine.

Yikes.

“Sorry for asking, I just wanted to know if there’s something I could do to help you out. Relieve your stress, or something.”

“You don’t have to apologize, my love. I should be the one to apologize to you.”

I tilt my head and raise an eyebrow, silently asking him why.

“It’s just that my boss has given me a task today that usually takes about a month to finish, but I’m requested to deliver it to him by tomorrow before noon. Which means I must cram tonight to complete it.”

My disappointed expression must have been obvious, because he stood up to give me a hug.

“I promise we can still cuddle in bed before you fall asleep. But I will have to stay up to finish it.”

“No, it’s okay, don’t apologize. It’s a work thing, I understand. Really, I do. Sometimes I get ridiculous requests from my manager, too.” I said, smiling as I leaned into his hug. “But before anything else…” I trail off.

Breaking the hug, he turns to look at me. “What is it, love?”

“Can I ask you to wash the dishes?” I said, looking at him with a puppy-eyed expression.

He bursts out laughing.

“You always find ways to involve me in house chores, don’t you? Very well, Y/N. I’ll wash the dishes, but I expect some reward for my hard work later,” he said, still laughing as he rolled up his sleeves to get our plates off the table.

“Oh, you’ll definitely get a reward for this, Kento, I promise,” I said, winking mischievously.

His back tenses, and I know he’s imagining just what kind of reward I was talking about.

“I’ll prepare something upstairs, be right back, darling!”

***

Kento was already drying his hands with the kitchen towel when I came back down.

“Oh, you’re already done, good.” I said with a smirk.

He smirks back. “Yes, I’m done. Now, what is this reward that you promised?”

“A bath, darling. Would you like a bath now? Let me take care of you before you go and burn the midnight oil.” I smile gently, one hand reaching out in invitation.

His expression softens, taking my hand into his.

“Yes, a bath with you would be wonderful. Thank you for always taking care of me, my dear. It’s moments like this that make the work week bearable.”

NANAMI’S POV

I look at my wife, dressed simply in a tank top and shorts, holding out her hand to me as she invites me to the bathroom to give me a bath, and my chest swells with love.

Knowing that she has her regular 9-5 work, and yet she still manages to get the house clean, finish the laundry, cook dinner, and offer to take care of me, I stare at her in awe.

“Yes, a bath with you would be wonderful. Thank you for always taking care of me, my dear. It’s moments like this that make the work week bearable.”

She takes me by the hand, leading me to our bathroom.

“Take a seat in the tub, darling. Let me bathe you if that’s okay," she says, blushing ever so slightly as she starts undoing the buttons of my work shirt.

Blood rushes to my groin, and I do my best to control my urges, not wanting to ruin this intimate experience by letting my brain do the thinking and not with my dick.

“Yes, of course, my love. I would love for you to bathe me.” I say gently, teasing her slightly by planting a soft kiss on her neck.

Her breathing hitches, and I know from the movement of her thighs that she’s getting affected by my teasing.

“Now, no funny business, love. I am a devoted wife on a mission to take care of her husband,” she said sternly, her expression mismatching her actions as she planted a kiss on my cheek.

Oh gods, is this supposed to be a relaxing activity or an innovative form of torture?

“Yes, ma’am. I’ll behave, I promise. Thank you for taking care of me, Y/N, my love. I couldn’t ask for a better partner in life.”

Unable to resist, I leaned my head up to kiss her plump lips, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of her mouth, which parted open in response. Hearing her humming against my mouth, my mind goes blank. She broke off the kiss first, cheeks flushed, shaking her head.

“Uh uh, what did I say about distracting me? Now, let me get to work on bathing you.”

I might not last long enough for the actual bathing to be completed.

“Yes, I’ll behave.” I laughed, striving to suppress my arousal by clearing my thoughts to the best of my ability.

I hear the sound of a small pop, followed by a squirting sound and the fruity smell of watermelon.

“Close your eyes, dear. I don’t want to get any shampoo on your eyes,” she commands.

Complying, I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly, feeling the warm water from the shower head gently fall on my head, followed by her soft hands lathering the shampoo onto my hair. I groan appreciatively as she proceeds to give my scalp a soothing massage using the pads of her fingers.

“Mmm, that feels heavenly. Thank you, love.” I said, smiling contentedly. I could hear her smile as she continued with her task.

“Don’t thank me just yet. The husband-pampering session isn’t over yet.”

I heard the shower head being turned on, feeling its soothing stream on my head and the shampoo suds trickling down my body. As I opened my eyes, I saw my wife opening the shower gel bottle and putting a sizeable amount in her hands. I hurriedly closed my eyes as she approached me again.

Think of other thoughts, Kento. Think about that project you’re supposed to finish later. Think about your damned boss who gave you that project meant for a team.

I felt her breath tickle a spot on my shoulder as she proceeded to lather my body with the shower gel. My wife’s hands moved with care and warmth, kneading my muscles as she washed, creating a soothing and intimate massage.

“You have an incredible physique; it’s making me lose focus,” she murmured in a low voice.

I let out a soft chuckle at her words. “Oh, is that so? Don’t get too distracted, love. We have all night together.” I said teasingly, leaning upward once more to kiss her gently. Her breath hitches.

“Darling, it’s taking all of my willpower not to jump in your arms right now. Let me continue in peace,” she said, laughing as she continued massaging my body. “But just so you know, you are always a pleasant, welcome distraction.”

That’s it. Enough of this pampering me shit. Time to pleasure this princess.

Smirking, I stand up, wrapping my arms around her as I press my lips into hers, weaving a narrative of passion and heat as we both moan in pleasure.

“Dang it, Kento, you got me wet. That’s it, consider me distracted,” she said, slipping into the bathtub with her clothes still on.

“Now you have to take care of me, darling. Take responsibility for distracting me too much, plus getting me wet,” she whispered seductively in my ear, easing onto my lap as she put her arms around me.

I chuckle as I pulled her even closer, feeling her soft ass still shielded in her shorts slide on my now-hard cock. “Gladly, my love,” I said, my voice low and husky with need.

Slipping a hand under her wet shirt, my hand cupped the soft curve of her breast, giving it a gentle squeeze while my other hand was busy wrapping her ponytail around my hand, tugging it downward to allow me access to her throat.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ll make it all worth it.” I whisper against her throat as I alternate between giving light, feathery kisses and gentle sucks on her soft skin.

Seeing my wife quiver and moan with each kiss and touch, her movements a rhythmic response to my every caress is enough to drive me over the edge. I pull her shirt over her head, cupping her breasts with both hands and capturing a nipple with my greedy mouth, sucking on it with a blend of desire and adoration.

I hear her sharp intake of breath as her fingers wove through my hair, taking it as signal to turn my attention to her other breast, giving it the same sensual treatment as the other. My wife looks down at me, eyes hooded with lust.

“I’m craving for more, Kento. Love me, darling.” she whimpered, voice thick with need. I see her hand slide down her shorts, rubbing herself in front of me as she places her other hand on my shoulder to keep herself steady.

A low growl escapes my lips as I watched her pleasure herself on top of me. I pulled on her shorts, almost destroying the thin material as I tugged it off aggressively. Grabbing her hips, I pull her closer to me, feeling her slick wetness against my hard cock.

“I’ll fill you with all my love and make you feel amazing, Y/N. Are you ready?” I whispered roughly in her ear.

“I’m begging you, Kento, darling. I need you so badly.” she whimpered, her voice slightly higher pitched and needy.

I smirk, lifting her slightly to help her slide down my fully engorged cock, groaning loudly as I feel her walls clenching around me tightly. We stay like this for a few seconds, drunk on the sensation of our combined pleasure.

“My love, I’ll make sure to give you all the pleasure you deserve.” I said, capturing her slightly swollen lips with mine, kissing her hungrily.

She moans during the kiss, moving her hips in an effort to accommodate my length deeper. “Kento, my husband, I need you,” she whined.

Stroking her cheek, I leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “You are mine, my wife, body and soul. I’ll show you how much you belong to me tonight.”

Gently easing out of her, I slip my cock back in slowly, enjoying the sensation of her tight walls squeezing me, repeating it a few more times at an excruciatingly slow pace.

“Yes, my love. My body, my mind, my heart, all yours alone. I will always be yours. Please, go faster, Kento.” she said, mewling with need.

I eagerly oblige, ramming faster into her, our position allowing me to reach deeper, the tip of my cock reaching her cervix. She responds by gyrating her hips to match the rhythm of each thrust, wrapping her hands around me and gently clawing at my back with her nails to show her pleasure.

Groaning in pleasure as I feel her nails digging into my back, my thrusts become more urgent and primal as we both feel our pleasure building up, threatening to release. I reach down to her swollen nub and flick gently, causing her to moan and come loudly, her body shuddering as she reached her climax first. A few more frenzied thrusts and I find my own release, emptying my entire load inside her, my groans muffled as I hid my face in the crook of her neck.

She collapses on my arms, sated and completely worn out. “This is exactly why I always take care of you in the bathroom, my love. You end up distracting me, and we end up like this. I’m not exactly complaining, though. It’s a very pleasant experience.” she said, smiling weakly, her face flush from the afterglow of our lovemaking.

“I know, Y/N. You think I don't know what goes on in that pretty little head of yours, hmm?” I said, grinning as I tapped her temple with a finger before pulling her in my arms for a cuddle.

“Ah, you figured it out? You clever man.” she laughs sweetly, cuddling closer. “I love you, Kento.”

My heart swells at her words. “I love you more, Y/N. Now, shall I get you cleaned up so we can get out of the bathroom?”

“Yes, please. Our fingers might turn pruny from being wet for too long.”

***

Back in our bedroom, I hold the hair blower, patiently drying my wife’s hair as she sat beside me on the bed.

“You know you don’t have to do this every time, right, Kento?”

“I know, my love. I don’t have to, but I want to.”

“Alright, then I accept your hair-drying service gratefully. Thank you, darling.”

Once I was finished, she turned to me. “Now accept my facial care services gratefully with no complaints,” she said, laughing as she held up a small tub of cream in front of my face.

I pretend to sigh in exasperation, but the truth is that I love the feeling of her dabbing those little bottles of whatever creams and essences on my face because I adore her whenever she’s like this, being fussy as she takes care of me.

“Do whatever makes you happy, my love. Because I also love it whenever you take care of me, however and whatever method you use.”

Her face lights up. “Then let me stay in your study while you slave the night away. I won’t bother you at all, I promise! I’ll read a book in the corner and not make a noise.”

“Absolutely not. You need your beauty rest, you’ve been up all day and have not yet rested.”

“Oh pffsh, of course I take breaks in between. It’s you who’s been up and busy all day. The least I can do is stay by your side. Please, Kento, darling?”

Narrowing my eyes at her, but couldn’t resist as she continued her puppy eyes expression, I closed my eyes and groaned in defeat.

“Fine, but the minute I see you asleep, you’ll be carried back here. Absolutely no coming back to my study if you ever wake up without me by your side. Do we have a deal?”

Clapping her hands in delight, she jumps up and gives me a tight hug.

“Deal! Let’s go burn the midnight oil together, darling! Let me just grab that book I was finishing.”

I laugh at her silliness, thanking my lucky stars that I’ve been blessed with a woman like this.

***

Additional notes: CAN Y’ALL JUST SENSE THAT I AM CRAVING DOMESTICITY? Like jesus am I down bad for a husband like Nanami Kento. Writing this is mostly me doing so much evil cackling, hiding my face in embarrassment, and drinking cups of coffee.

Anyway, here are the screenshots of the Status AI conversation we had, there is some addenda, of course, for the purpose of creating a much more cohesive story:

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