#nanami kento drabble

[spiralryomen-reblogs]

THSIS WAS SO CUTEEEEEEE

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don’t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

[elmoees]

Thinking about Husband!Nanami who just knows. What does he know exactly? Every single thing he's supposed to, and everything else.

Husband!Nanami who doesn't have to be asked to do chores. He's a grown man who can clean-up after himself, but he also enjoys the time he gets to spend with you while doing them. Folding laundry together, helping load dishes after dinner, making the bed with you...

Husband!Nanami who knows what products you use off the top of his head. Who bought a replacement for every single one, while you two were dating so he could keep them at his apartment when you stayed over.

Husband!Nanami who sends you a good morning text regardless if he's at work or in the house with you for the weekend. He wants the first thing you see on your phone in the morning to be love from him, because why would he ever choose to treat you less than?

Husband!Nanami who celebrates and remembers important dates without being asked or reminded. Your anniversary? Taken care of months in advance. Your parents birthdays? Taken off with a nice dinner reservation for four. Graduations, trips, even silly holidays are all paid attention too with the same level of importance as the big stuff.

You may fight and bicker with Husband!Nanami, but always know that he loves you dearly.

@/elmoees 2024

[ayyy-pee]

waking up freezing and shivering, teeth chattering every night because your husband is a blanket hog. you know it's not on purpose. he just can't help it. doesn't even know he does it most times. you'd think after years together you'd be used to it, but waking up curled into the fetal position as you try to retain even a smidge of warmth is something you don't think you'll ever adjust to.

so you reach behind you, feeling your spouses large form wrapped snug as a bug in your shared blanket and you grip onto the fabric. you pull as hard as you can but you don't manage to move him even an inch. you try once more...same result.

"ken..." you whisper, wrapping your arms around yourself. no response. "kento..."

he doesn't budge. you're tempted to just get up and go grab another blanket, but your husband, despite his seriousness, can get quite pouty when you do that. so you tap him hard instead sure to jab him in the spot you know is his most sensitive. this seems to do the trick as he grunts in response.

"I'm cold," you tell nanami and he sits up quickly, realizing what he's done. his pajama top hangs off one shoulder. his blonde hair is pointing every which way and sleep is heavy on his eyelids, threatening to weigh him down again any minute.

"I'm sorry, love," nanami speaks, voice rough and deep with exhaustion, but the sincerity in his apology clear.

then he's throwing the blanket back over you both. only he adds in a little extra warmth as he wraps his arm around your waist and throws a large leg over your body.

nanami buries his face in your neck, adjusting himself so that he can be as close to you as possible. only a few seconds pass before you hear his light snoring behind you. and you know the warmth you feel is from more than just his touch.

[ofourlee]

nanami x reader

it’s nearly 3 a.m., and you find yourself waking up alone in bed. with a sigh, you realize nanami must still be working, pouring over those endless papers.

quietly, you slip out from under the covers and tiptoe down the hallway, where you spot the soft glow of his desk lamp spilling out from his office.

peeking around the door, you see him—head bowed, brows knit in concentration, completely lost in his work.

you can see the fatigue in his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and it tugs at your heart.

without a word, you step inside and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

he startles just a little, and then looks up, his expression softening when he realizes it’s you.

“come to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers gently across his back. “you’ve done enough for today.”

nanami hesitates, mumbling about the work left to do, but you only smile, guiding him to stand. “shh, it’ll keep until morning.”

back in bed, he nestles into your arms, finally letting his exhaustion take over.

you hold him close, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his breath slow as he drifts to sleep.

and as he settles, resting his head on your chest, you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence, knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

“i love you, darling.” he mumbles.

“i love you more.” you say as you kissed his forehead.

even in his sleepy state, he smiles at the feeling of your kiss on his forehead.

"mmm... no, i love you most. but I'm too tired to argue. we'll settle this in the morning."

[teddybeartoji]

18+ mdni; gn!reader

with a hand on the back of your head and another holding your throat, nanami curses under his breath, the sight of you gagging around his cock so filthy that the usually composed man has his knees threatening to buckle from underneath him. 

sweat trickles from the side of his face and there’s a deep shade of blush spread across his nose and cheeks, hiding the freckles you love so much. even the tips of his ears burn, the pleasure blooming everywhere under his skin as he rocks his hips against your face. the first buttons of his dress shirt are undone, a few hickeys already starting to darken on his skin from you nipping at him before dropping to your knees. he’s been working so very hard, and you just want him to let off a little steam – he just needs a bit of a push sometimes. 

so with you sat on his lap, sucking on his earlobe while pleading for him to take a break, it was impossible for him to say no. how could he when he’s got an angel in his arms, playing with his hair and kissing his neck ever so sweetly – he’s a weaker man than he thinks. 

when you slithered down between his thighs and stared up at him with big, hungry eyes, he found himself loosening his tie, his mind already beginning to cloud with the nastiest thoughts. 

ghosting your fingers over the growing bulge in his slacks, you rested your head against his thigh with a mischievous smile etched onto your lips. “c’mon, ken… i want to make you feel good.”

your words come out as a purr, as a siren’s call – you always have been a little tease, always the one to make him break and crumble. 

so here he finds himself now – slacks pooling around his ankles and the hem of his shirt caught between his teeth, trying his utmost best not to fill your mouth with cum after the first ten minutes like some damn teenager. his hair is a fucking mess, dusty blonde strands falling over his forehead no matter how many times he tries to push them back. he’s given up on it now, realizing that there are better things to be doing with his hands – the one on the back of your head, protects you from knocking against the wooden cupboard while the other rests on your neck, marveling the way his cock slides up and down your throat. 

it’s mesmerizing, the feeling of the bulge under the palm of his shaky hand. he’s in there, filling you up like nothing else and it’s the hottest fucking thing in the world. 

his pace is slow and steady, every roll of his hips has your nose nuzzling into his pubes, your chin pressing against his heavy balls. drool trickles from the corners of your mouth and it’s a sight to behold – it dribbles all the way down onto your thighs and from there on onto the floor and nanami can’t help but feel the coil in his stomach tighten faster than ever. you’re the only one that makes him feel like this, who manages to mold him to your own liking all while being down on your knees. 

the tip of your tongue tickles his balls and the growl he lets out makes you clench your thighs together. his shirt falls from between his teeth and he rushes to undo the rest of the buttons, desperate to get the material off of him, so he can give you his full attention once more. it’s exciting to see him this needy. 

you try to look up at him with him still down your throat and as a reward, he moves to stroke your cheek with his thumb. “you’re– you’re doing so good for me, darling.” 

his voice is raspier than ever and the praise that tumbles from his bitten lips has you moaning around his cock. his vision goes blurry for a moment as the pleasure overwhelms his senses. you’re something else. 

you’re fucking perfect. 

the ache in your knees fades in your mind as you get to watch him unravel above you. his strokes become more languid; he pulls out only a little before pushing back in, his tip reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust he makes. he wants to stay inside you, he wants to stay there forever. 

squirming below him, you screw your eyes shut and try to focus on your breathing – but as he stays slotted deep down your throat, it’s getting harder and harder and you can’t hold back the few tears that have been brimming at your lashline.

“f–fuck, i’m sorry, sweetheart… i– “

he feels you struggling, but doesn’t pull out even an inch, only grinding his hips into your face as if he was fucking your tight little hole instead. you claw at the backs of his thighs, your nails marking up his sensitive skin as you gag around him. but nanami’s mindful not to go too far, to make sure that he wouldn’t miss the moment your scratching should turn into tapping instead. as much as he’s enjoying himself, he’d rather die than to hurt you.

he waits for your signal but when it doesn’t come, he presses himself even further down your throat, moaning loudly when you gag around him. his blonde pubes stick to your skin, your spit acting as glue between you. 

your mouth is so fucking warm and tight and, fuck– the obscene sounds that fill his ears are making him lose his mind. you feel divine and it has him wondering what ever did he do to deserve a lover like you. 

all it takes is two pats against his thighs and he’s pulling away, his eyes locked onto your face as you gasp for air. crystalline droplets brim in the corners of your eyes and run over the apples of your cheeks, leaving behind salty remainders of your hard work. your lips are swollen and covered in a mixture of his precum and your own spit. trying to catch your breath, you take a moment before looking back up at him. 

the way his lips part in a silent groan the second you make eye-contact, his chest rising and falling as he strokes his fat cock right in front of your face. there’s still a strand of spit connecting the two of you, from your lips to his tip, and nanami wants to hate how big of an effect such a small thing can have on him. it’s romantic. 

you look ruined. 

he thinks you look absolutely fucking beautiful.

leaning down, he presses a fiery kiss to your lips as a thank you, as another form of praise. he loves the way you taste and they way you feel against him. 

you breathe into his mouth. “more…” 

nanami squeezes his fist around his base, another groan falling from him as he pulls away from you. the grin on your face, the hearts in your eyes and the love pooling on your tongue are more than enough to have him taking in a sharp intake of air – you reach out to him, gentle fingers wrapping around his way bigger ones as you guide him back to your mouth. your heavenly lips. 

as embarrassing as it is, it only takes another few minutes for him to cum down your throat with a loud, deep groan. he holds your neck just as before, feeling the way his own cock twitches inside of you as he gives you his all. 

there’s so much of it that despite you swallowing around him a couple of times, it still pours out from the corners of your mouth, turning you into an even bigger mess than before. but it’s not like you mind – this is exactly what you wanted in the first place. he’s panting like a dog above you, face red as a tomato as he bucks his hips into your mouth one last time. 

the sound that leaves his lips as he finally pulls out resembles a whimper and he lets out a sheepish chuckle, a bit flustered that you managed to pull that out of him. but then again…

it is you. 

his beloved, his love – the one who knows him the best, the one who knows what he needs without ever having to ask. you read him like an open book and he couldn't be more grateful. you're more than he could've asked for. hoped for.

and he loves you.

[pseudowho]

Still got it

Artwork by Mmiyoart (2021)

The kids are teenagers, so you and Kento are just their boring parents...right?

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Imagine you and Nanami Kento as parents, but older now, in your forties, and the kids are teenagers at Jujutsu High (much to Kento's displeasure and concern).

The two of you always kept your work life separate to home; the kids knew what the two of you do of course, they all know Curses and Cursed techniques, your two daughters and a son being in possession of these talents themselves.

But you and Kento never come home in mission-wear. You're always patched up by Shoko, one of your oldest and dearest friends, before you walk through the door. Kento never winces as he cooks dinner in a fresh shirt, but behind your bedroom door at night, you gently push his shirt off his shoulders and bathe his wounds, gently kissing his bruises, his head resting back between your breasts as your arms curl round him from behind. You never discuss your kills in front of the kids, the evenings instead, full of talk of exams, arguments with best friends, chastising for using phones at dinner time.

You and Kento make sure you barely overlap at Jujutsu High, teaching students in the other years instead. Your daughters and your son know, in a vague way, that you're both respected First and Second Grade sorcerers in your own right, but to them you're just mum and dad.

Until, one day, that changes. Your three kids, all promising Second Grade sorcerers, and committed to the cause, get into trouble. The Curse they're sent to eliminate is so much stronger than they imagined. Your eldest daughter fights on bravely as your son carries their sister, wounded, to safety. All three are filled with terror as the Curse begins to overwhelm them, their short lives with you and Kento, their adoring parents, flashing in front of their eyes, wondering how the two of you would ever recover from their deaths.

Then, in a flash of black and red, Nanami Kento steps into the fight. A colossal wave of Cursed energy rolls over the children, stunned, breathless, eyes wide as their father, who does maths homework with them, who kisses them all goodnight at bedtime, who bakes at the weekends, instead now ruthlessly, effortlessly wipes the floor with the Curse that nearly killed his babies.

Kento is a demon in battle, tie ripped off, blunt blade whirling, his battle-hardened body just as imposing and lithe as it was in the years before the kids were born. The hands that held theirs when they were tiny, that threw them around ever-so-gently during play-fights, now wielded as weapons with murderous intent.

Even more alarmed are the children, when you appear beside Kento, and as the Curse staggers on its last legs, they hear you shout to Kento- "Throw me!" and, with not an ounce of hesitation, Kento tosses you like a rugby ball, for you to land the killing blow on the Curse.

You are smooth, meticulous, concentrated while making light work of a messy job. The children hear their father hum in approval of you as you take the Curse to task for its crimes against your babies.

Not even sparing the withering corpse a glance, you and Kento rush to your children. You hold your son and eldest daughter's faces, eyes full of tears as you check them all over for damage, their hearts swelling when you praise them for taking care of each other, for doing such a fantastic job holding out until you both arrived.

Kento drops to his knees beside his wounded youngest daughter, gripping her close to him, no less mighty and powerful after years of marriage and raising children. Nanami Kento manages the first and only reverse-cursed technique heal of his whole life, and repairs his daughter's wounds. He holds her to him and weeps quietly as she reassures him, wholly her mother's daughter. Kento grips his son gently around the back of the neck, pulling him down for a tight hug, his son almost breaking at Kento's familiar rumble praising him for prioritising his sister's safety, telling his son he's so proud of the man he's becoming.

Days later, and with the children now recovered, rumours of Nanami-sensei and Nanami-sensei's scathing criticism of and attack on the higher-ups is the talk of the Jujutsu High students. The children are silent throughout, still stunned by the overwhelming skill of their parents.

One of the other students jokingly raises the incident to your kids one day; "Oh man. I wouldn't like to have your parents mad at me. I'd never get over disappointing them."

"Are they...that much of a big deal?" your son asks his friend weakly. His friend raises his eyebrows, amazed, laughing.

"You mean the one and only legends, the Nanami-sensei's? Who the hell did you guys think raised you?"

You and Kento walk down the steps towards them, hands brushing together but not holding, keen to maintain professionalism at school. The children watch as your eyes meet his, love passing between you both, and wonder how they had thought of you as their boring mum and dad for all these years.

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[kentosbabes]

Cozy Nanami Headcannons

He pretends to sleep with his glasses on while sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, just so he can feel your hand caress his face.

He loves to exchange books with you and leave notes in the margins with his impeccable handwriting, usually they’re really insightful but sometimes he’s a little silly and likes to make you laugh.

He likes to be a gentleman, definitely respects the road rule- tugging you to the side of the pavement and putting his large hand on the small of your back when you two cross the road.

He likes when the two of you nap together accidentally, the feeling of you legs tangled up and your back hushed close next to his. He can fall asleep easier when you’re next to him, hearing your heart beating and seeing the rise and fall of your chest.

He likes to wake you up with a kiss to your temple and coffee just the way you like it in his hand waiting for you to get up.

He is really good with children, as much as he likes to pretend to be awkward with them. As soon as you turn your back he plays with them, picking them up and spinning them and listening to their every command seriously.

He loves it when you bury your face in his chest to shield your eyes from the bright light flooding into your bedroom from the window.

He loves it when you cat stretch next to him in bed, he knows you push up against him on purpose but he just kisses your nape and pulls you in impossibly closer.

He loves to massage you after a long day at work, feeling you relax under him because of something he has done makes him happy.

After care is so important, almost as important to him than actually having sex with you. He takes it very seriously, bubble baths and massages. The work.

Occasionally, he surprises you with a homemade treat, like cookies or muffins, that he drops off at the office to brighten your day.

He likes to share a quiet moment with you before work, sipping your favorite warm beverages and discussing your plans for the day.

He has a small polaroid picture of the two of you at the park after he’s asked you out for the first time.

He is on Pinterest religiously, if he sees something that gives off a you vibe he’ll put it in his folder he has just named ‘darling’.

[creamflix]

nanami kento x reader; no reader gender implied. established relationship, you're married. angst with hella comfort. bittersweet. — masterlist here ☆

book dates with nanami had always been your little ritual, even before you got married.

you’d weave through shelves hand-in-hand, exchanging thoughts on novels, old and new. it was a comfort, a reminder that in this life you’d built together, there were constants — small moments that anchored you both, familiar and cherished.

today, you spotted him tucked between two shelves in the classics section, his gaze softened, almost wistful, as he held an old, worn copy of the great gatsby. the sight brought a smile to your face at first; nanami had always appreciated literature that held depth, stories that took him back to places he hadn’t visited in years.

but as you got closer, that smile faded.

the way he stared at the book, fingers tracing over the faded cover, wasn’t the usual look of nostalgic admiration. it was something deeper, something… bittersweet.

“ken?” you called softly, stepping closer. he turned to you, surprise flitting across his face before he offered a gentle smile.

“ah,” he murmured, lifting the book slightly. “this one… it was a favorite of someone i used to know.”

your chest tightened, and an unbidden question rose up before you could silence it. “someone… from before?”

you knew he’d had a college sweetheart, a first love who shared his love for books and afternoons spent in quiet cafes. he’d told you enough about her to know she was a part of his past, someone who had helped shape him into the man he was now.

but it had never felt so tangible, so close, as it did now.

he nodded slowly, a flicker of sadness passing over his face as he held your gaze, catching the way your expression changed. “she loved this book,” he admitted, his voice low. “it was… special to her.”

your heart felt heavy, as if it was pulling itself inward to protect from a pain that was already spreading. “and… is it special to you, too?”

nanami’s gaze softened, and he took a step toward you, his hand reaching to gently cup your cheek. “she was my first love,” he said quietly, his thumb brushing over your skin in that comforting way of his. “i won’t lie to you about that. but that’s all it is, love — my past. you’re my present, my future.”

you tried to take comfort in his words, in the steady warmth of his touch, but the ache was still there, sitting heavy in your chest. “it’s just… you seemed so lost in it, like you missed that time with her.” you managed to keep your voice steady, but you could hear the strain in it, feel the vulnerability that came with laying this insecurity bare.

nanami’s brow furrowed, his hand moving to hold yours. “it’s not her i miss,” he said softly, his voice steady and sure. “those years… they were formative, yes, but i don’t regret leaving them behind.” he paused, his gaze searching yours, trying to reassure you in the only way he knew. “i’m here with you now, and that’s all that matters to me.”

you wanted to believe him, to let his words wash over you and erase the pang in your heart. but the image of him standing there, holding that book with such tenderness, kept replaying in your mind. it was a reminder that he had loved before you, deeply, and that some part of him had been shaped by someone else, someone whose memory lingered, no matter how much he tried to reassure you otherwise.

“i know you mean that,” you whispered, feeling the tears prick at your eyes. “but it still hurts… it’s like there’s a part of you that i can’t touch, something that belongs to her.”

he exhaled, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you in a secure, steady embrace. “i’m sorry,” he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “i never meant for you to feel that way.”

you could feel his sincerity, the way he held you with a kind of reverence that only nanami had, and it soothed you — partly. but the hurt lingered, like an old scar reopened, a reminder that while he was yours now, he hadn’t always been.

“it’s not your fault,” you replied, your voice muffled against his shoulder. “i just… i wish i could be the only one in your memories sometimes.”

he tightened his hold, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “i understand,” he said softly, leaning back to meet your eyes, his expression pained yet resolute. “i wish i could make you see that my heart is with you, that you’re everything to me. if there’s any way i can show you that, tell me, and i’ll do it.”

you managed a small smile, but the ache remained, a reminder of the love he’d had before you, a love that had left marks you could never erase. even with his words, his arms around you, the knowledge of his past clung to you, making this moment feel bittersweet.

and as you both stood there, surrounded by the quiet of the bookstore, you realized that sometimes, love meant carrying these bruises, letting them settle beneath the surface where they could heal in time — if they ever did at all.

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[ramonathinks]

Nanami Drabble (18+ age gap, slight corruption, manipulation, videotaping, slight smut) let’s ignore that this is a repost .

Politician!Nanami who’s running for mayor. Besides him, it’s just one other guy. Nanami isn’t corrupt, prides himself on that fact — nobody can ever really find anything he did wrong, his track record is amazing. But, then he meets you, his young new secretary who wears glasses and a tight pantsuit that he stares at whenever you bend over.

Politician!Nanami who’s so close to your fathers age but he aged well. Built and sturdy. Tall and broad. Talks with a deep voice that makes you clench your legs.

Politician!Nanami who insists that you ride in his limo with him, he doesn’t mean for what happened to happen but it does. Your hands pulling his cock out free and with hushed whispers and gasps you finally put him in your mouth. His hands grabbing a full head of hair and choking you a bit, it’s been so long since he had any real touch on him besides his own.

Politician!Nanami who has meetings in his office with you under his desk, bent over and ass up, teasing your wet folds until you can barely hold it together.

Politician!Nanami who’s slowly falling in love with you and really hates it because he knows how the media will treat you.

Politician!Nanami who feels a bit betrayed when he learns you’re his competitor’s daughter, even more betrayed when he realizes that maybe you were using him.

Politician!Nanami calling you late at night to ask “why” and “was everything a lie” which you just sniffle and say no, but now he can’t truly believe you.

Politician!Nanami who threatens to release a tape of the time you two spent together, even though he won’t do it.

Politician!Nanami who’s convinced that he just needs to get out of the race, ready to withdraw because either way nothing makes sense to him anymore.

no part two

[daisynik7]

You need Nanami on the sofa, fucking up into you as you straddle his lap, bouncing on his thick cock. You need him on the countertop in the kitchen, bent over the edge on your tippy-toes while his hips slap lewdly against your ass, pumping his shaft in and out of you. You need him in the shower, wet and dewy, soapy fingerprints littered on the tile walls. Then right after the shower, face-down on the bed, wrists slightly bounded by his spotted tie, sucking on your puffy clit from behind. Twist it and reverse it so you're on his face, riding his mouth until he comes. He hums into your skin, shooting his hot load onto his stomach, fucking his fist from the sheer taste of you on his tongue.

Yeah, that's exactly what you need.

[1864reruns]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ౨ৎ kento, hiromi, shiu & "sir" kinks

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ2024 ©1864RERUNS

includingㅤ━ㅤnanami kento, higuruma hiromi, shiu kong

tag(s)&warning(s). drabbles, gn! reader, nsfw, sir kink (duh)

from vyon. the holy trinity of jjk men. i'd call em all nasty nastyyy things ( @sugojosgf a tag for my fellow nanami wanter :p )

kento is called 'sir' as a joke; your lips curl up into a mocking smile, your tone light–hearted as you tilted your head, salute him, and follow with 'yessir'. he's not one to stray too far away from the confines of traditional sex, but you've always been far from congenial, either in bed or in public. so when you feel he falters in bed, his mind far away from the immediate now, you're pushing his buttons. you poke and prod, wondering if that's all he got and you punctuate it with a sir, and then he snaps. all of a sudden, he's disciplinary and refuses to do anything until you'll tell sir that you're sorry, you won't do it again, and you'll listen to him in the future. though it's great for him in the moment, all it does in the long run to let you control when and where you guys fuck just by calling him sir in a specific way.

hiromi hears sir on a day to day basis, it's never really done anything to him; if anything, it comes with a burden that he doesn't want. but, admittedly, it makes you happy so he lets it happen, it's not like allowing you to call him sir comes with any negative side effects. it's still slow, intimate, loving intimacy. until, he comes home one day, his nerves grinding inside him from an annoying client and then, it's sir, he hears and then any sense of rationale slips. admittedly, it's force he'd never thought he'd use with you but there are sudden tears sparkling in your eyes and you're begging sir to slow down cause you can't keep up and you need a break inbetween orgasms. he comes back into the moment and he's halfway through an apology when you kick your shaky leg against him and ask him why he stopped. it's all he'll ever wanna hear from that moment on.

shiu: keeper, mediator, contractor, sir. he has a very traditional 'sir' kink and he takes being your sir seriously. he's good with dealing with stubborn, hot–headed clients and unsurprisingly, it translates well with dealing with brats in bed— though he wishes that his clients were half as pretty as the brat he keeps at home. it comes with being his lover, you're not going to get out of it. if you think you have a chance, you can tease him for it all you want out of bed, but he'll work it into you— that's a guarantee. his touch is ghosting over you, patience that you didn't even know he had in him taints all of his ministrations, it's been hours and you've still yet to get close enough to an orgasm to justify all this frustration building up in you. you're acutely aware of everything and shiu knows this. he uses it to his advantage when he sees frustrated tears begin to prick at your eyes, leaning close to your ear and promising you pleasure if you be good for sir. and well, what other choice was he giving you? you've got a keeper! good luck trying to get rid of him.

[sourpeachsayshi]

Breeding kink.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: sugar daddy nanami; sugar baby reader; daddy kink; jealous nanami; unprotected sex; semi-public sex; drunk sex; alcohol mention; non sorcerer au - wc: 400

the sounds of your pleasure reverberates against the crisp, cream tiles of the fancy restaurant bathroom. the smell of orange peels, vanilla and sex linger in the air. the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loud enough that anyone who passes by can easily hear.

you think that's nanami's intention.

his eyes fall to your neck where you wear your signature gold necklace with the letter "K" resting just above your cleavage. he watches as the pendant bounces along with the rhythm of his thrust, his other hand gripping the hem of your micro mini pink dress which he keeps to your waist.

he never lets you take it off.

"ken-" you beg out of desperation, but he silences you with a kiss.

the feel of him inside you, fucking you raw and fueled by only whiskey and need has you intoxicated for a whole other set of reasons.

he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. the kiss is so messy, and unkempt. the complete opposite of the man you've gotten to know over the last year.

""that's not what you call me," he murmurs, the depth of his voice far greater than the earth's core.

you whine as he thrusts harder, making his demands with his movements instead. you don't know what got him so riled up, but you figured it might have been his boss hitting on you the entire night. you just didn't expect nanami to react this way. to drag you into the restaurant bathroom and start fucking you to make his point quite clear on who came with tonight.

"shit-shit," you stutter, before moaning out,"uh, daddy~"

"and don't you forget it," he adds on, a smug grin highlights his handsome face, his digits digging into the fat of your hip. "gotta remind of you that when you walk out of here stuffed with my cum..."

your own hands grip against the sink, one leg hooked around his waist while the other struggles to keep you standing. he looks at the creamy ring surrounding his cock, and continues fucking you so good that you start seeing stars against the ceiling. he has to cover your mouth when you climax, your voice so loud it makes the bulbs ring.

there's a flutter in your belly when you feel him release, his cum dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

send me a kink & I'll share a secret with you

[wriothesleysgf]

some short rambles about the morning after with nanami.

while you'd likely wake up to an empty bed, you'd be met with the faint smell of freshly pressed coffee.

he would try to be sly and make it so that your own clothes were a little harder to find when you woke up. this made it more likely that you would pull on his button up from last night, the one still covered in the scent of his expensive cologne and the one that he'd skillfully placed to be the first thing you pick up to wear, before making your way downstairs.

there stood your nanami, dark sweat pants hanging from his hips and a toned back littered with a couple of marks from the night prior, as well as the deeper battle scars from his years as a sorcerer. he'd offer you breakfast, knowing he's an above average cook, although the second that he turned to see you wearing nothing but his shirt, the menu in his mind shifted entirely.

so, whilst your morning may not have been one of pancakes nor omelettes, you left the kitchen beyond satisfied with the chef's work and with wobbly legs at that.

(let's hope he doesn't pay you a visit when you decide to take a morning shower!)

[ayyy-pee]

nanami tells you he loves you for the first time when he knows you can't hear him. you've dozed off in the middle of your movie night...again, popcorn fallen to the floor and kernels scattered. which isn't much of a surprise to him. in fact, you fall asleep during almost every movie night. work has been hard on you lately and you just can't seem to stay awake long enough to finish a movie.

it doesn't annoy nanami either. he finds it quite endearing, really and often finds himself observing the pretty way your lashes fan across your face. how your lips do this cute little pouty thing that makes him want to kiss you. how sometimes you snore (but he'd never tell you he knows that). he can't get enough of you. it only confirms what he'd known only two weeks into dating.

he loves you

there are not many things in this world nanami fears, but he does fear scaring you off by falling too hard, and falling too fast. he does fear you not returning his feelings. and he even fears how intense this love he has for you is. but, he couldn't have avoided it if he tried. before he knew it, he was already smitten with you.

and it's still far too early for him to build up the courage to say these three little words to you when you're wide awake and able to respond (the most terrifying part to him), but he knows what he feels. that's one thing nanami is absolutely certain of.

so when you nuzzle further into his chest tonight, the noise of the television fades into the background for nanami, and he finds himself leaning down to press his lips to the crown of your head where he whispers, so so softly, "I love you."

a part of him wishes you'd hear it, surprise him by opening your eyes and smiling up at him. maybe tell him you love him, too. but your soft and even breaths tell him you're deep into dreamland.

'that's alright,' he thinks. because he's certain of his love for you, and he's sure that one day he'll be brave enough to tell you just how certain he is.

[kentosmoon]

Husband Nanami headcanon Pt. 2

NSFW 18+ [minors DNI]

Nanami x fem!reader

tags: creampie, unprotected sex, dom Nanami, Nanami is 33, wrote this at 3am so if there are mistakes I’ll fix it later 🫠

Songs I listened to while writing this: Lucky Daye - Careful

Chris Grey - Prada & Versace

Husband Nanami pounding you in your room while your parents are downstairs.

"Kento let's do this quickly before dinner is ready. You know how my parents are...especially my mom.” You bit your lip and turned around to lock the door. He steps behind you, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he undoes his trousers. Nanami's calloused hands grip your waist, pulling you back and tilting your hips up to grant him the perfect angle. You feel the blunt head of his cock tease your slick entrance, running up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. The teasing elicits a needy soft whine from your lips, but you know better than to rush him. He's in control, and each drawn-out second is a reminder of his dominance. "Such a desperate little thing," he murmurs with a tinge of amusement in his voice. With a skilled touch, he parts your folds, finding your clit with an expertise that has you gasping. He circles it once, twice — a gentle warning before applying the perfect amount of pressure that has you arching into his touch, a broken moan spilling from your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Nanami lifts you moving towards the bed, gently laying you down. His knees sink into the mattress. He positions himself between your spread legs, his large, veiny hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart further, exposing your wetness to his hungry gaze. "You're going to be good for me now, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a caress against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. Nanami's hazel eyes bore into yours warmly. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your sensitive folds, drawing out the moment, making you squirm with need. "Hurry Kento...please...need you to fill up my needy cunt."

Nanami groans at your words, and without another moment's hesitation, he grips your thighs and thrusts into you in one smooth, deep motion, filling you completely. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden fullness, his powerful body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm, each thrust designed to remind you who you belong to. His thick cock hits all the right spots, and you can feel another climax building within you, fast and hard. Nanami leans forward, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, his other hand finding its way to your clit, circling it with deliberate precision. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze captive as he fucks you, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "You’re so tight baby, taking me so well." his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. Your moans were getting a bit...too loud. Suddenly your mom was knocking on the door. Nanami leans against your ear. "Sounds like we got company...be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me."

"Dinner is ready you guys. Is everything ok?"

"We're fine. We'll be down in a minute...I promise we won't be long." As your pussy grips his cock, Nanami grits his teeth, almost teetering out of control. He pushes your head into the pillow, muffling your moans. “Keep quiet hun. Don’t want to let mommy know their daughter’s a dirty slut hm?” Your ears turn hot as he coos into them. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard, your body convulsing, your cries muffled by his strong hand. This triggers Nanami's own release, and with a series of deep, shuddering thrusts and groans, he fills you, his hot cum coating your insides white. He continues to move gently, riding out the waves of pleasure, before finally stilling. Nanami's hand remains on your mouth for a lingering moment before he slowly removes it, looking down at you with eyes softening with affection. "Are you alright darling?" he asks, his voice gentle. You nodded in response. "I'm fine Kento." Nanami leans in slowly to anticipate the press of his lips. His kiss is gentle and loving, deepening at a natural, unhurried pace. He breaks the kiss pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. With a gentle but deliberate motion, he eases himself out of you, his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy. Grabbing his handkerchief on the bedside table, he started to quickly clean you up.

"Dinner is probably cold. Oh, they are so going to kill us Kento." Nanami hugged you, rubbing circles onto your back and smirked against your skin.

"Let them."

[d3n1r]

the taste of you

kento nanami x fempov reader - MDNI 🔞

(content warning: 18+ NSFW, female pronouns and genitalia, sweat kink? is that a thing? LIGHT SOMNO / waking up to sexual advancements.)

(this is slow just like the time it took me to write it)

Kento had felt so terrible for not installing the AC in your shared bedroom sooner. Work had been so terribly busy for both of you, and by the time the evening came, there was nothing him or you wanted more than to sleep.

Granted, the windows were open and the fan was on, but it hardly mattered at the times you actually woke up. At night, the room was blistering from the heat of the day, and by morning, the sun had started cooking the room already.

But you weren't one to complain, no. Never complaining about any of Kento's promises- because even if it took him a while, he would keep them. Your perfect husband. The fact that he knew you weren't mad made him feel even worse.

Kento awoke before you each day- he was an early riser, while you were a night owl. It was lucky enough that your jobs made room for that in your schedules as well, letting him go to work bright and early and you able to rest for as long as you want before clocking in.

He sat up in the bed, not needing to peel away from you much to begin with because of the heat. It was already something over 70 degrees in there, and in your sleep, you had sprawled out, wearing a tank top that had drifted up along with a pair of panties. Even one of your socks had gone missing in the night- he thought it was adorable. You were adorable.

You had given him permission to wake you up to his dick in you a long time ago. The idea of him needing you so badly he couldn't wait for you to wake up was arousing. And while he had been hesitant at first, he came to understand the appeal when you'd squirm on his tongue sleepily and moan his name half-conscious.

Kento hummed in admiration seeing your nude body splayed before him, soft and practically glistening in the morning light. Subconsciously his hand went to cup your cheek, a warm smile on his lips that matched the heat of the room. His other hand trailed along your abdomen, relishing in the feeling of your plush skin beneath his fingertips.

Then his honey brown eyes widened. Slowly, a small bead of sweat rolled from the peak of your breast to the valley between them, threatening to continue a path down your abdomen to your stomach. It was encapsulating, and he felt himself frozen amidst the heat of the sun, which made you seem to glow to him. You were already so perfect, now covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Your body was so pretty and cute. He couldn't restrain himself from settling his hands gently on your sides, gripping them lightly as he leaned down closer, practically hovering over you. You had a scent that was so utterly you, intoxicating. Here you were in your sleep, your body trying to cool you off in your otherwise peaceful slumber to no avail.

But not to worry. Kento would help his ethereal wife since he had so unfairly forgotten about the AC. His eyes traced along the shimmering peaks of your chest, and before he could think any longer his tongue darted from his mouth, licking gently at the sensitive, but flat bud of your breast as you slept.

He almost moaned- you tasted a bit salty, but still utterly you. He could even taste the sun on your skin as it beamed upon your perfect body under him.

"Fuck, my love," Kento whispered, before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking away the heated flavor of your skin, his hand going to circle your other nipple, the soft dampness of your skin allowing the pads of his fingers to trace your skin with ease.

He slowly released your breast from his mouth, admiring how the peak of it hardened in the warm air in contrast to his hot tongue that had just been pressing against it. Kento smiled in satisfaction, leaning to do the same to your other nipple, before his gaze turned.

That damn bead of sweat that had made him so feral in the first place.

It slowly started to roll down your abdomen as you breathed, and before Kento knew what he was doing, his tongue had caught it, licking a stripe up your skin to copy the roll of perspiration's original path.

Fuck, he was so hooked on you. Your sounds, your taste, the feeling of your soft skin- he could hardly think, drunk off of merely worshipping your body. Before he knew it, he was kissing along your body, his hands gently kneading the softness of your waist.

It was only his low moan that he couldn't contain as he pulled down your panties, seeing the sight of your wet core (he knew it was from the heat, it'd be unrealistic to imagine he'd made you wet in your sleep, right?) that made you start to stir, your hand moving to find his head at your pelvis. Your sleepy fingers threaded through his hair, your half asleep mind registering the feeling of Kento in your hand and happy he was there, and that was all.

Kento hummed, knowing he was playing with fire. He could wake you up, and you'd be groggy, but he'd be sure to reward you. You'd have no time to think about how hot it was without the AC if you woke up to his tongue soothing your clit.

With two long digits he spread your folds, his tongue flicking along the area around your swollen, warm nub. He was trying to get a rise from you, to stir you further, and it worked, your fingers curling in his hair like an involuntary flex.

"Ken, wh-" Your shaky, drowsy voice was cut off by a whine leaving your lips, his own lips having wrapped around the sensitive bud between your legs.

"Good morning, my love," He mumbled against your warmth, his tongue snaking between your folds, which made you shudder. "Did you sleep well?"

If it was any other morning, you'd have mumbled some groggy nonsense about the lack of AC having woken you up, but the heat clinging to your body right now felt much more pleasant. Just as Kento intended.

"Mm, yeah, f-fine," You retorted breathily, your back arching a bit for him as Kento eased a finger into your slit, the digit curling and flexing to ease you into the feeling.

He smiled- it was always his smile, the way his lips curled up and his eyes crinkled that made your heart skip a beat and flutter- along with another part of you fluttering around his now two fingers unraveling you.

"That's good, darling." Kento murmured happily, pressing a kiss to your clit as though it was the most normal mundane thing to do in that moment. You sighed, feeling your body heat up further, but not from the temperature of the room. At least, not entirely from that- not when he was making you feel so spoiled and pampered, his beautiful girl.

Your husband always made sure you woke up feeling your best. Even if he had forgotten to install the air conditioning again- was it on purpose?

... part two??

HELP I DREAMT ABOUT THIS INSPIRED BY THE FACT THAT ITS SO HOT OUT AND I DIDNT HAVE MY AC YET-