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nanami kento x female reader; 18+ content, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. established relationship, housewife reader. heavy heavy (!!) corruption kink, gaslighting, guiltripping. squirting, oral (f. receiving), dumbification, bimbofication, overstimulation. dirty-talk, degradation, humilation, praise. alluded dubcon. — masterlist here ☆ part one here

"darling, have you ever thought about taking things to the next step?"

kento’s deep voice breaks the comfortable silence of your shared bed, the late-night glow barely illuminating the room. you feel the warmth of his chest against your back, his strong arms wrapped around you as he pulls you closer, seeking the comfort that only your presence can give him after a long, exhausting day. the question, however, lingers in the air, catching you completely off-guard.

"n-next step?" your voice squeaks out, betraying you with its nervousness. your face heats up, and your heart races as your mind races, trying to make sense of what your husband means. you can’t help but wonder if there’s something more behind those words, something deeper. is he suggesting something... intimate? your body reacts, a wave of warmth spreading through you, making your skin tingle.

kento chuckles softly at your flustered response, his large hand brushing a few strands of hair away from your face. "yes," he murmurs, his voice low and careful, as though he’s testing the waters. "in the sense that… we can try something different during our time together."

his tone is gentle, but there’s a weight behind it, something unspoken that makes you tense. your mind swirls, imagining what ‘different’ might mean. "d-different?" you stammer, feeling ridiculous at how shy you sound, but the thought of what he might be implying has your nerves on edge. you chew on your lower lip, trying to figure out how to respond without sounding insecure. "is… our current way of doing things not satisfying you enough?" your voice is barely above a whisper as you turn your face to glance at him, a hint of insecurity creeping into your words.

kento groans quietly at your question, his grip tightening around you just slightly. the truth couldn’t be further from what you feared. he loves every second with you, every tender touch, every slow, loving moment. but lately, there’s been this hunger inside him, something darker and primal, that wants to see you in a different light — wants to feel you give in completely to him, your sweet and obedient self, pliant under his control.

“you’re perfect, darling,” he whispers, his hand moving to cup your face, his thumb brushing your cheek tenderly. but there’s a tension in the way he holds you, an edge to his voice that makes your heart skip a beat. "it’s not about satisfaction," he adds, his lips brushing the top of your head. "i just want to explore more with you. i think we could… enjoy ourselves in new ways."

his words are sweet, but the way he’s holding you now — his hand on your face just a little too firm, his grip on your waist a little too tight — sends a different message. his usually soft, reassuring gaze holds something darker tonight, something intense, almost predatory. it’s like he’s restraining himself, keeping that side of him locked away, waiting for you to give him permission to unleash it.

your breath catches as his hand slides down to your chin, tilting your face toward his. you can feel the heat of his body, his pulse steady yet intense. "you trust me, don’t you?" he murmurs, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. his voice, deep and low, sends shivers down your spine.

“o-of course,” you stammer, your heart hammering in your chest as you look into his eyes. but the way he’s staring at you now, there’s something… more. something possessive. you can feel it in the way his thumb presses into your skin, not enough to hurt, but enough to make your pulse quicken. you’ve never seen this side of him before — at least, not so overtly.

kento leans down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that starts soft but quickly becomes more insistent. his tongue slides against yours, his hand cradling the back of your head as he deepens the kiss, making your body melt into his. you can feel the intensity of his need in the way he’s kissing you, his desire to take control bubbling just beneath the surface.

"i want to take care of you in every way," he murmurs against your lips, his voice rougher now, more demanding. "but sometimes… i just want to take you, darling. make you mine in a way that’s… rougher." his words send a thrill through your body, and despite your nerves, you can’t help the way your thighs squeeze together at the thought.

his lips brush over your cheek, down to your neck, and you shudder as his breath warms your skin. “you’d let me, wouldn’t you? let me ravage my sweet little wife, hmm?” his voice is a low growl now, his hand moving to the small of your back, pressing you closer against him. “i know you’d take it so well, wouldn’t you?”

you can feel his restraint slipping, the tension in his muscles as he holds back from doing exactly what he wants. his fingers dig into your skin, just enough to make you gasp. “don’t be shy,” he coos, his breath hot against your ear. “i know you’re curious. let me show you, darling. i’ll take such good care of you… even when i’m being rough.”

his words stir something inside you, a heat that spreads through your chest, and you nod, your voice barely above a whisper. "okay…"

and that’s all the permission he needs.

"i’m gonna need you to turn around for me, sweet thing. you can do that for me, won’t you?” nanami's voice is thick, dripping with anticipation as he watches you, his eyes burning with desire. the sight of you, all flushed and innocent, makes his heart race, and he can barely hold himself back as he waits for you to move.

"like this?" your voice is a little shaky as you shift onto your stomach, pressing your chest against the bed, your silk nightgown riding up just enough to expose the soft curve of your hips. his anniversary gift to you clings to your body, doing nothing to hide the way your folds glisten with that sweet, sticky slick he knows so well. nanami groans, the sound deep and guttural, as his hand runs over your lower back, feeling the way you tremble under his touch.

"yeah, just like that," he murmurs, his voice low and rough as he kneels behind you. his gaze is locked onto the way your body moves, the way your thighs clench together in nervous anticipation. "god, you look perfect, darling," he adds, his hands moving to your hips, his fingers digging in just a little as he guides you into position.

your legs shake as you settle, your knees pressing into the bed, your ass lifted up in the air just the way he likes it. nanami licks his lips, his mouth practically watering as he gets a full view of your dripping folds, slick with arousal. he leans forward, his breath ghosting over your sensitive skin, and you let out a soft whimper, your body twitching as he inches closer.

"feels w-weird," you murmur, your voice shaky as you glance back at him, your eyes wide and unsure. your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you can’t help the way your body tenses, the unfamiliar position making you feel exposed.

but nanami just hums, barely paying attention to your words. "it's not weird, sweetheart," he says, his tone soft, almost condescending, as his large hand gently wraps around the back of your neck, guiding your head down to the pillow. "you're just not used to being taken like this… but i promise, you’ll love it." his fingers tighten ever so slightly, grounding you in place as he lowers himself between your thighs.

his hot breath against your folds makes you shiver, and the heat of his mouth soon follows, pressing against your cunt. your breath hitches, a high-pitched whine escaping your lips as he takes his first taste of you, his tongue dragging slowly through your slick. "god, you taste so good," he groans, his voice muffled by the way his mouth is buried between your legs.

your little whimpers fill the room as his tongue works against you, his lips sealing around your clit as he sucks gently, drawing out a soft cry from your throat. his grip on your neck tightens, keeping you in place as your hips squirm, trying to move away from the overwhelming sensation.

"stay still," nanami growls, his voice rougher now, a warning laced in his words. "i’m just getting started." his mouth works faster, his tongue flicking over your swollen nub as he devours you, ignoring your shaky protests as the pleasure builds, your slick coating his chin. every time you try to pull away, his hold on you tightens, forcing you to stay put, to take what he’s giving you.

"but… it feels too much," you whimper, your voice cracking as you try to lift yourself up, only for nanami to press you down harder, his hand firm around your neck.

"shhh, darling," he murmurs, his voice softening just a little, though it’s laced with something darker, something almost cruel. "you're doing so well for me. just let go… let me take care of you. you trust me, don’t you?" his tongue presses harder against you, drawing tight circles over your clit that make you tremble beneath him.

your body betrays you, hips grinding against his face as you moan into the pillow. "y-yes, kento," you stutter, your head spinning as you try to hold onto some semblance of control, but his words sink into your mind, making you doubt your own discomfort. maybe he’s right. maybe you’re just not used to this.

"good girl," he murmurs approvingly, his voice vibrating against your cunt as he goes back to his task, his tongue pushing deeper, sliding through your folds, tasting every inch of you. "you can take it, can’t you?" he coos, his hand moving from your neck to your hip, pulling you closer against his face as if he can’t get enough.

and you do, you try so hard to take it, your body shaking with the intensity of it all. but it’s so much, too much, and your mind feels hazy, lost in the overwhelming pleasure. "please," you cry out, your fingers digging into the sheets as you squirm beneath him, trying to catch your breath. "i don’t… i don’t know if i can —"

"you can," nanami interrupts, his voice firm, brooking no argument. "you’ll take it, because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?" he asks, his tone sweet yet manipulative, pulling you deeper into his control. "you don’t want to disappoint me, do you?"

his words send a thrill down your spine, a strange mix of pleasure and guilt twisting in your gut as you nod weakly. "n-no, kento…" you whisper, feeling the weight of his expectations press down on you, making you want to please him, to do exactly what he wants.

"that's right," he murmurs against your soaked folds, his lips curving into a smirk as he watches your body give in. "just relax… and let me make you feel good." his tongue dips inside you once more, pushing you closer to the edge, and all you can do is moan and whimper, lost in the haze of pleasure and his sweet, twisted words.

your thoughts are sluggish, a blissful haze clouding your mind, but that sharp smack! to your ass snaps you back to reality. your body jerks at the unexpected hit, a startled sob escaping your lips as the sting spreads across your skin. "k-kento!" you stammer, your voice shaking as tears well up in your eyes, the sudden roughness leaving you confused. you try to push yourself up, to pull away from him, but he holds you firmly in place, his grip on your hips tightening. your silk nightgown clings to your damp skin, sticking to you as if mocking how easily you've come undone under his touch.

“mm, what’s wrong, darling?” nanami’s voice is dark, condescending, laced with something that sends a shiver down your spine. he barely pauses as his mouth continues to suckle on your swollen clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive nub, making you cry out in a mix of pain and pleasure. “thought you liked when i touched you like this. am i wrong, sweetheart? or are you just pretending?” his tone is so sweet, but the words sting, making your heart race as you frantically try to shake your head, even though your body betrays you, hips still twitching against his face.

you sob again, your body trembling, tears staining the pillow beneath you as you desperately try to shift away from his relentless hold. surely, surely he’ll understand, right? this is too much, too fast — he’s never been this rough with you before, never slapped your ass like you were nothing more than a common whore. your soft whimpers fill the room as you squirm under him, but he just chuckles against your cunt, the vibrations sending jolts of pleasure through your body.

"oh no, baby… you're not running away from me," nanami coos, his voice dripping with faux concern as his hand comes down hard on your ass again, the sharp smack! echoing in the room. the sting leaves you gasping, your legs trembling as he gropes your tender skin, kneading it roughly between his fingers. “not when i’m having so much fun with you.” his lips curl into a smirk as he watches you struggle, his eyes dark and hungry, and god, it’s almost like he’s enjoying this — the way you’re fighting against your own pleasure, against the way your body reacts to his every touch.

you try to protest, your voice breaking with every sob, but the words don’t come out right. they’re messy, slurred, and barely intelligible as you choke out, “i-it’s t-too much…” your voice trails off as another sob bubbles up, but nanami just clicks his tongue in mock disapproval, pulling away from your cunt only to slap your ass again, his hand leaving a hot, stinging mark.

"shh, shh," he hushes you, his voice so gentle it almost makes your heart ache. "you're doing so well, sweetheart. don't be dramatic." he nuzzles his face back between your thighs, licking a slow, torturous stripe up your folds. “besides, good housewives don’t run away from their husbands, do they?” his words are soft, coaxing, and you can feel the weight of guilt settling in your chest as he speaks.

you don’t want to disappoint him, not after all the love and care he’s shown you. you’re his good little wife, the one who’s supposed to please him, to make him happy. you can’t let him down now, can you? not when he’s telling you how good you are, how perfect you are for him.

"i’m only doing this because i know you can take it," he says, his voice dripping with sickening sweetness as his hand gropes your ass again, squeezing the tender flesh while his mouth returns to your needy cunt, tongue flicking over your clit. "don’t you want to make me happy, darling? you’re such a good girl for me…"his words twist in your mind, making you second-guess yourself, filling you with that familiar sense of guilt. he’s right, isn’t he? you should be able to take this, you should want to make him happy. "i-i do," you stutter, your voice shaky and broken as you try to steady yourself, to focus on pleasing him like a good wife should.

“i knew you would,” nanami praises, his voice dark and dripping with satisfaction as his fingers dig deeper into your skin, holding you firmly in place. “you’d never disappoint me, right, sweetheart?” he asks, his tongue flicking faster, his teeth grazing your sensitive nub again. “because that’s what good housewives do, after all. they make their husbands happy.”

your mind spins, overwhelmed by the mix of pleasure and guilt. you don’t want to let him down, even though your body screams for release from the intensity. he wants this from you, and you — his sweet, pliant little wife — will give it to him.

your sobs turn into soft, helpless whimpers as nanami continues his relentless assault on your cunt, his hands groping your ass, his mouth working you over until your mind goes blank. all you can think about is making him proud, pleasing him, being the good girl he needs you to be.

nanami pulls away for just a moment, his mouth glistening with your essence, and the sudden absence of his tongue leaves you reeling. your mind is a hazy jumble of conflicting desires — you want him to continue, to ravage you until you can’t think straight, but at the same time, there’s a strange heat curling in your lower belly that feels almost painful. it’s confusing, and you can’t quite articulate what you need, but your whimpers fill the room.

“k-kento,” you stammer, trying to catch your breath. “it... it feels weird.” your voice is soft, shaky, and you glance over your shoulder at him, hoping he’ll understand. the look on his face is amused, but there’s something darker behind his eyes, something that sends another thrill of excitement through you.

“oh, sweetheart,” he tuts, shaking his head as he runs his fingers over the bruises he’s left on your ass, tracing the tender skin. each gentle touch sends a shiver down your spine, the sting pulling you momentarily out of the throbbing heat that’s building within you. “you’re just not used to it yet, are you?” he says, feigning concern as his fingers dip lower, teasingly close to where you want him most. “but don’t worry. i’m here to help you with that.”

you whimper again, the heat in your belly intensifying, and you can feel the slickness pooling between your thighs, almost dripping onto the bedsheets. it’s enough to drive him wild, the sight of you like this — so desperate, so needy, and all because of him. “look at that,” he murmurs, his voice low and filled with satisfaction. “you’re already making a mess, baby. and you didn’t even know you wanted it this bad.”

the humiliation washes over you in waves, but there’s also something intoxicating about it. the way he looks at you, the way he’s so sure of your desires, makes your heart race. “i didn’t mean to…” you try to protest, but your words fall flat, the need pooling in your belly making it hard to think.

“didn’t mean to what?” he asks, his tone teasing as he pushes your legs apart, exposing you fully to his gaze. “didn’t mean to be such a good girl? or didn’t mean to make such a pretty little mess?” his fingers brush against your folds, teasingly slow, and you can’t help the way your body responds, hips instinctively pushing toward him, seeking more.

“both,” you whimper, your voice trembling. but deep down, you know you’re lying. you want to be good for him, want to feel every bit of his attention on you. and as he leans in closer, his breath warm against your slickness, you know you’re trapped in this web he’s spun — caught between pleasure and pain, between wanting to submit and the desperation to be more than what you are.

“you know,” he continues, his voice a smooth purr, “it’s okay to want this, my love. to want me to take you like this.” his fingers tease your slick folds, and you can feel yourself starting to melt under his touch. “you don’t have to pretend anymore. just let go and be a good little housewife.”

the way he says it makes your heart flutter, the words igniting something within you that makes you want to surrender completely. you nod, though the heat in your belly feels overwhelming. “i-i want to be good for you, kento…” your voice is barely above a whisper, and his smirk widens at your admission.

“that’s my girl,” he praises, his fingers slipping lower, circling your entrance with a teasing slowness that makes you whine. “now, let’s see how well you can take it.” he pushes a finger inside you, and the sensation sends shockwaves through your body. “and remember, sweetheart, it’s all about trust. you trust me, don’t you?”

“y-yes,” you breathlessly reply, knowing you should feel ashamed, but all you can think about is how good it feels to submit to him, how right it feels to give in to the heat building inside you. with every movement, he’s taking you further down the path he’s set, and somehow, you can’t help but follow him.

the pressure in your lower belly intensifies, morphing into that familiar, overwhelming urge to pee. panic sets in as you feel the heat pooling dangerously close to the point of no return. “k-kento, please stop,” you whimper, trying to catch your breath, but the desperate tone in your voice only seems to encourage him.

“stop?” he echoes, a teasing lilt to his voice as he dives deeper into your slick folds. “but sweet thing, you’re just getting started. you can’t be telling me you’re ready to quit now.” he flicks your nub with his tongue, each movement driving you further into a haze of pleasure mixed with panic.

“n-no, really, i need to —” you cry out, but the words fall away as he resumes his relentless assault, fingers and tongue working in perfect harmony against you. the way he handles you feels almost cruel, pushing you closer to the edge while you’re begging him to pull back. “i can’t — please, i don’t want to —”

“you don’t want to what?” he taunts, the pressure in your belly mounting. “pee? is that what my little housewife is afraid of? come on, don’t be shy.” he grips your ass tighter, fingers digging in almost painfully, forcing you to feel every bit of the humiliation coursing through you. “you’re such a needy little thing, aren’t you? all that sweet slick just begging for attention. who knew you’d turn out to be such a filthy girl?”

his words only heightens your arousal, the conflicting sensations spinning you into a frenzy. you’re crying now, tears staining the pillow beneath you as you squirm, desperately trying to hold it all together. “kento, please… i don’t want to do that to you,” you sob, your voice cracking under the strain.

“what kind of husband would i be if i let you hold back?” he replies, his voice a mix of mockery and lust. “just let it go, sweet thing. i’ll take care of you. you know i will.”

his words are like a trigger, and you can’t help but feel your body betraying you. the pressure finally builds to an unbearable level, and in one split second, everything blurs. your body arches against his, and as if on cue, you squirt, the warm release spilling over him as your mind goes blank.

“there you go,” he murmurs, watching the way you lose yourself in that moment, pleasure and humiliation crashing over you in waves. “such a good girl, letting it all out for me.”

you can’t process anything; it’s as if time stands still. all you know is the intense heat of your orgasm and the way your body shakes as you surrender to the pleasure, feeling utterly lost in a world where you’re just his — completely at his mercy.

you blink slowly, your body slowly stirring as the soft glow of the morning light filters through the curtains. your mind feels heavy, like it's clawing its way back to reality, and the familiar scent of kento grounds you. his strong arms are wrapped around you, pulling you closer, and his voice — so calm, so sweet — cuts through the lingering haze.

"ah, you're awake," he chuckles, his breath warm against your ear as he holds you tighter. "you fell asleep mid-conversation, love."

your heart skips a beat, the fog in your mind parting slightly. mid-conversation? you think, but something feels off. it takes a moment for your brain to catch up. everything that happened before — the slaps, the biting, the way he degraded you... it felt so real. but now, looking at him, holding you so tenderly, his face filled with nothing but love and adoration, the confusion creeps in.

was it just a dream?

you bite your lip, feeling a sense of guilt creep up your spine. you can't ask him that. what kind of wife would accuse her loving husband of something so horrible? of course it was a dream. why else would he be so sweet right now? you can’t help but feel ashamed for even thinking that something so disturbing could have happened. you’ve known kento for years. he's gentle, loving, patient. he would never treat you like that.

yet, there’s a nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach. as much as you want to brush it off, your body remembers too vividly. your skin tingles where his hands had been rough, and your thighs ache as if they’d been held down too long. but that’s impossible… right?

"you okay?" kento’s voice brings you back to the present, his brow furrowed slightly as he looks down at you with concern. "you seem a bit off."

"n-no, i’m fine," you quickly stammer, forcing a smile. "just a weird dream, i guess…" your words trail off, your voice barely steady. a weird dream? you’re not even sure if that’s true anymore, but you can’t ask him. you can't upset him with something that’s likely your own mind playing tricks on you.

kento's expression softens, and he presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumb brushing lightly against your cheek. “must’ve been some dream. but don’t worry about it. i’m here now, okay?”

you nod, feeling your heart twist in your chest. why am i doubting him? he’s being so loving, so perfect. god, you’re a terrible wife for even thinking something was wrong, for questioning his intentions. your mind whirls, and you chastise yourself for being paranoid. what kind of wife doesn’t trust her own husband?

you glance down, and your eyes catch the damp spot on the hem of your nightgown, sending a ripple of unease through you. wait, why is it wet? you swallow, your throat tightening as you try to think of an explanation. maybe you knocked over a glass of water in your sleep. that’s it, it has to be. no need to overthink it.

"you sure you’re okay?" kento asks again, pulling you closer, his hand resting on your lower back. too close. "you’re quiet this morning."

you force another smile, pushing the gnawing doubts deep down where they can't surface. "yeah, just… tired. i probably didn’t sleep well."

he hums softly in response, tracing gentle circles on your back. “you work too hard. you’ve always been so anxious about little things, haven’t you?” he says, his voice so caring, so understanding. but it stings. his words hit a sensitive nerve, making you feel like you’re overreacting. “it’s probably nothing, love. you always get worked up over these things, remember?”

god, he’s right. you’ve always been the anxious one, the overthinker. what if it’s all in your head? kento’s never hurt you before, so why would he start now? maybe you did dream it. you’ve been so stressed lately — you’re just imagining things.

"yeah… you're right," you whisper, though the words leave a bitter taste in your mouth. why can’t you just let it go? you can’t keep doubting him, doubting yourself. he’s been nothing but loving, and yet here you are, second-guessing every little thing.

"good girl," kento says, pulling you in closer as if rewarding you for coming to the ‘right’ conclusion. "see? everything’s fine." his hand slips lower, gently caressing the fabric of your nightgown. “you’ll feel better once you relax.”

he’s right, you think, the guilt of your earlier doubts settling like a heavy weight in your chest. why do I always have to overthink things? you don’t want to upset him, you don’t want to be difficult. good wives don’t question their husbands like this.

but as you close your eyes, trying to settle into his embrace, the uneasy feeling refuses to fade entirely. you ignore the lingering wetness at the edge of your gown, forcing yourself to believe it’s just water—because it has to be.

right?

!! aa this was a lot darker than what i usually right (i think?), but i hope you all enjoy. give it a lil' reblog and a comment if ya did＞﹏＜

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peachsayshi · 10 months ago

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↬ summary: nanami kento tries to be the perfect husband and father but when a tough night fighting curses ends badly it results in nanami snapping at his daughter.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: nanami x female reader; hurt/comfort; nanami has a daughter; domestic drama; being a jujutsu sorcerer is hard; momotarō is a famous Japanese folk tale :c ↬･ wc: 3,383

↬ notes: hi, everyone! I'm currently not really active at the moment so please don't feel disheartened if I haven't been responding to your messages or tagged posts. I'm taking a small break and only coming online for a bit to catch up on some messages, read fics or queue posts. I'll be back to properly posting and interacting soon but in the meantime I wanted to share that I finished up this draft over the weekend. I was actually debating if I should post this but then just decided to go for it! sending all my love xx

nanami’s head is heavy, completely clouded with despair, and it tints his brown eyes a shade of murky gray. the walls of his beautiful home feel narrow, almost claustrophobic, which explains why he’s struggling to catch his breath right now. stepping into the hallway, he instinctively peeks into the dining area to find you and his daughter eating dinner together. she’s sitting on the chair, her legs far too short to even touch the ground, holding a half eaten onigiri between her small hands. you are by her side, sneakily tidying up after her as you brush away the stray beads of rice trickling onto the table.

a little glow blooms in nanami’s heart at the sight of you both but there is a vicious creature residing in the pit of his stomach that veils the bright light away.

he quietly takes off his jacket, his bruised fingers loosening the tie around his neck. he clears his throat before announcing with exhaustion to you both that he’s finally home.

your eyes meet his, the muscles on your face falling immediately. he can practically feel the blood rushing through your veins as worry washes over you. the reaction makes his chest uncomfortably tight, but he knows that he can’t hide his expressions around you like he used to.

you both move together so fluidly now, like a single body of water that ebbs and flows to its own natural current.

he escaped the night’s fight with a few cuts and a couple of bad bruises, but there is currently a student on shoko’s table who barely made it through. the young man arrived at jujutsu tech only a couple of weeks ago, but his naive and charismatic qualities turned into fatal flaws in the world of sorcery.

he bit off more than he could chew by trying to take on a special grade curse.

shoko promised nanami that she would heal the boy, but admitted there was only so much she can do in regards to the aftermath of his injuries. the sorcerer couldn’t bare to leave him behind, but gojo refused that he stay and insisted that he return back home to his pretty wife and adorable daughter immediately.

“I’ll handle things from here,” is what his superior said, while nanami’s guilt climbed up his throat.

that student was his responsibility...

...and he failed him entirely.

“papa’s home!” his daughter chirps. the pitch of her voice ringing in nanami’s ears to pull him back to the present and far away from the scene where life and death were dancing together in a tango. “papa, look, look...mama and I made onigiri!”

her feet bounces up and down, and there’s a touch of a pink against her cheeks when her mouth stretches into a beaming grin. the innocence in her eyes makes nanami falter and he can feel himself falling deeper into the abyss. for a minute he resents himself for selfishly bringing such a beautiful thing into this world, only to gamble with the fact that she may potentially be in his shoes one day.

he begs for that outcome to never happen, beseeches whatever higher power above him that exists to spare her from this life. she should never have to go through this, never have to experience these heartbreaks that only wither a person down.

“I can see that,” nanami replies in a low voice before shifting his attention to his feet.

right now, he can’t stomach an ounce of her purity, and it radiates around her like a halo. she's so unbothered by his presence, so completely unaware of the sudden change in the atmosphere around her...

“we made tuna, salmon, and veggies...” she babbles on.

“how nice...” nanami curtly interrupts, before anxiously running his fingers through the strands of his messy blonde hair.

“which one do you want, papa?” she questions eagerly, pointing her sticky hands at the plate to show off the selection of triangles.

“sweets,” you interject just as nanami turns on his heel to walk in the other direction, “how about we finish up eating our dinner, and we can save some for your daddy tomorrow...”

“nooo!” she whines far too loudly, which forces nanami to stop dead in his tracks. he glances over his shoulder to see her puffing out her bottom lip with disappointment, “you said...you said we make it so we eat together!”

she’s only six.

she can’t perceive that her father is struggling to hold himself together. deep down inside nanami knows that, but it isn’t enough to keep his cool. he doesn’t know why his daughter’s insistence causes him to pinch the front of his brows with annoyance or why he shoots a frustrated look in her direction.

he doesn’t know why he’s suddenly picturing shoko calling the student’s parents to deliver the news that the man who was supposed to protect their child was unsuccessful in his duty.

he doesn’t know why he feels at fault for everything that happened, even though the circumstances of the events were completely out of his control.

he doesn’t know why he’s imagining himself on the receiving end of a very similar call, or why he can’t stop picturing his precious daughter on that table instead…

all of this pummels into him, and the monster emerges out from it’s cave.

“be quiet and stop making such a fuss.”

his voice comes out sharper than expected, and the expulsion of his frustration allows him to see the crystal clear picture before him.

the room is dead silent.

your face is in full shock at the hissing tone of your sweet husband snapping at his darling baby girl who he only ever speaks to with a gentle voice.

what truly unravels nanami is the look that his daughter is giving him - her angelic features are sullen, but her eyes remain wide with surprise. her bottom lip is slack, and the only sound he can hear is her uneasy breathing. her eyes, the most beautiful gems in existence, twinkle as tears begin to form and she tries to quickly blink them away before turning her attention back to her plate.

nanami doesn’t know he managed to stop time itself but the three of you remain frozen in place.

he regrets his words immediately.

he wants nothing more than to pull his precious girl close into his chest and smother her with apologies. the part of him with sense tells him to follow through and make things right with her, but instead he begrudgingly continues to wallow in his own self pity as he walks over to his room.

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the house is unusually quiet now, the music of domestic joy morphing into hushed murmurs and whispers outside your room door. you settle your crestfallen daughter into her bedroom before moving to check on your husband next.

fresh out of the shower, nanami is seated on the edge of the bed with his exhausted eyes pressed firmly into the palms of his hands. he exhales a heavy breath, his dirty work clothes still piled just outside the bathroom, and your heart nearly collapses seeing him in such a state of disarray.

you kneel before him, two hands sliding across the soft material of his sweats as you brush them along his thighs before carefully bringing them up to circle around his wrists.

“kento?”

he allows you to pull his palms away but your throat constricts when a band forms tightly around your neck. you swallow the lump with an upturn of your brows as you are greeted with red, exhausted eyes. you cup that handsome face in your hands, your thumbs sweetly motioning back and forth across his cheeks as you try to soothe the tension away.

after all this time together, it hurts you to see that he still tries to hide his tears. nanami constantly holds himself to the highest standard, always ensuring that he can solidify himself as the rock for you and your daughter to depend on through thick and thin. it’s so rare for you to see him crack, to watch him crumble under the overbearing weight of the things that he is burdened to carry.

“you had a rough night,” you point out in a low, sympathetic voice and he simply just nods his head in acknowledgement.

his eyes flutter close again when you lean forward to press a tender, reassuring kiss on his brow. “you want a talk about it?”

the way his voice shakes makes you shiver, but you tentatively listen as he relays the events of the night before finally concluding that satoru called him only a few minutes ago to reassure him that the student in question is alright.

“he lost an eye, but at least he’s alive...” he concludes somberly, the warble in his final statement prompting you to wrap your arms around his neck as you pull him in for a protective hug.

nanami receives it with gratitude, strong arms circling around your waist as he buries his nose into the crook of your shoulder and breathes in.

your scent is a reminder of his permanent sanctuary.

a safety, a reassurance of home.

you stroke his blonde locks between your fingers until he exhales, "i'm so sorry," he breathes, "I...I didn't mean to snap like that..."

a tiny smile tugs at the corners of your lips, and you unravel yourself to cup his jaw into your palms once again. "I appreciate the apology, but I don't think I should be on the receiving end of it..." you hint sweetly.

nanami closes his eyes guiltily. "I'm a horrible father."

you click your tongue with disappointment, your face falling as your disapproval pinches between the space of your brows.

"you're just human," you remind him defensively, "you're a wonderful father, the best man that our daughter can look up to"

"did you see the look on her face?" he replies, his voice unnaturally small. the tender expression he gives you is filled with regret, and it's enough to make your heart ache all over again.

"kento," you contend, "don't do this to yourself. we're both going to have days where we mess up, but that doesn't mean that the problem can't be fixed."

you thread his hair between your fingers, like your brushing through rays sunlight. "she's waiting for me to read her a bedtime story," you explain, "but I'm sure she would rather be with you instead..."

"I doubt that," your husband replies as he reaches for your hand to kiss the inside of your palm.

"we will always love you, kento," you answer back, "unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

he didn't even know how desperately he needed to hear that, for your certainty to remedy away all his sorrows, until they actually left your lips.

your husband's throat tightens, tears pricking his eyes once more but he hides them away when he leans in to seek out a kiss from the woman whose heart he deeply adores.

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nanami leans his shoulder against the frame of his daughter's room. his heart patters lightly, making him realize that he might actually be nervous. it's strange, he thinks, that he would feel hesitant to approach his own child considering that he was her guardian but nanami had never allowed his professional life to fracture into his personal one like this before.

she's seated on the floor next to a pile of books and her stuffed rabbit secured tightly underneath her arm. there's a warmth in his chest when when he makes note of the soft toy, because he purchased that himself the day she was born and the pair have been inseparable ever since.

he clears his throat, bringing his scuffed knuckles to gently knock on the door.

"my love?" he calls out to her.

his daughter perks up, her breathing changing slightly as it rises and falls with a hint of apprehension. she glances over her shoulder to see him.

"where's mama?" she asks, her question shattering the man into a million pieces at her subtle dismissal.

"taking a shower," he answers cooly, "but I'm here to get you ready for bed..."

her lovely eyes refuse to lock into his own, and she simply tucks her lip between her bottom teeth to avoid giving nanami a reply.

she looks so much like him when he was a child. he remembered when his parents used to scold him too, and how he would also hide away in his room. the only difference is that nanami's parents were far more traditional - a time where elders were never submissive to young hearts.

"may I come in?" he requests politely, ensuring that his daughter knew she had a choice if she wanted to speak to him.

her nostrils flare slightly while she considers him, but to his relief she nods her head eagerly.

nanami steps into her room, always feeling largely out of place amongst her things. "did you find a story for bed?" he asks.

she again quietly nods her head and picks up her favorite book; a compilation of japanese folktales with beautiful illustrations. you both have been reading one for her each night ever since she got it it as a present from her grandparents.

he crouches on his knees to meet her at eye level. "you've really been enjoying this one, haven't you?" he carries on, hoping to coax more words out of her.

“yeah,” she replies in the same mousy voice of uncertainty. she shifts her attention away when she stands on her feet, clutching onto the stuffed bunny tightly while her other hand swings the book by her side.

“and what tale are we reading tonight?”

she shrugs her shoulders with indifference, a hint of pink blushing her cheek. “I dunno. I…I can just until mama is ready…”

nanami visibly slumps. her rejection an entirely new painful experience that he's never endured before. he scratches the back of his head anxiously, finding himself at a loss for words. the seconds pass, an awkward bubble surrounding both father and daughter. it’s only broken when nanami exhales a sigh, and reaches his hands towards her waist to draw her into his frame.

“darling,” he addresses tenderly, “can you look at me?”

“no, you were mean…” she blurts out, her bottom lip trembling slightly.

nanami’s heart sinks.

that’s the first time he’s ever heard those words from her lips.

“I know,” he murmurs shamefully.

her mouth forms into a tiny button of a pout but she meets his eyes for the first time as he acknowledges his behavior.

nanami arches forward to kiss her forehead, “I shouldn’t have yelled at you like that, sweetheart. I’m so sorry if I upset or scared you”

she fidgets with the book in her hand. “did you not want onigiri?” she asks, her innocence tugging the corners of her father’s lips into a small grin.

“it wasn’t the onigiri, my love,” he reassures, “daddy just…had a bad day at work…”

“why was it bad?”

nanami sighs once again.

she still doesn’t know that he’s a sorcerer. you’ve both reduced his position to her by simply explaining that nanami “helps and protects people".

thankfully your daughter doesn’t pry too hard to ask any further questions.

“someone I know got hurt. so, daddy was a little shaken up when he came home…”

"shaken up?"

"scared, my love"

his daughter shakes her head in disbelief, “nu-uh, you never get scared, papa” she rebuts.

nanami huffs out a laugh, flashing her a full grin now as he brings his fingers to his chin to to ponder her sweet statement. he quirks his brow and cheekily replies, "we can't all be brave like you," in an attempt to lighten the mood.

his daughter narrows her eyes towards his hand, her mind instantly distracted with other things already. "you got hurt too papa!" she gasps, dropping the bunny by her side to point at his knuckles.

nanami glances at his fingers covered in red marks.

"wait!" she exclaims as she places the book by his side. "I have something!"

she spins on her heel and rushes towards one of her drawers. meanwhile, nanami just takes her in with his love soaked eyes, watching as she rummages through her stuff with determination until she scurries back his way.

"got it!" she squeaks with a smile, and to his surprise she jumps right into his arms with such nonchalance it nearly make him crumble on the spot.

your voice echoes in the back of his mind: "we will always love you, kento. unconditionally. on your good days and your bad ones"

"mama bought it for me," she explains, regaining her father's attention once more.

nanami rests his cheek on her shoulder, and inhales her powdery scent as he keeps one arm warmly secured around her waist. he watches her peel off the plaster of the band aid, lbefore grabbing his hand and placing it unevenly over his knuckles.

"now a kiss!" she adds, as she brings his hand to her mouth and exaggerates a loud "mwah" sound for emphasis. "mama says the kiss is what makes it all better"

nanami instantly feels significantly better from this remedy of love. he extends his digits out, and looks at the hot pink "hello kitty" band aid that now rests comfortably on his knuckles.

"thank you, my darling," he coos and peppers her cheek with a few kisses before turning her to face him once again. "you made me feel a lot better"

she flashes him an equally large smile in return, showing off her missing teeth.

"I did?"

nanami chuckles as he scoops her up in his arms to give her a well deserved bear hug. she laughs as he stands on his two feet, and sheds away any lingering thoughts of apprehension that may have stuck.

"you always do," he reassures, his soul vibrating back to life when he feels her return his embrace. “you think you can forgive me for how I spoke earlier?”

“yeah,” she confirms and squeezes him just a little tighter. "I love you lots, papa"

"oh, my angel," he hums, "you have no idea just how much I love you too..."

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after winding down from your evening pampering session, you decide to pass by your daughter's room to check on your little family. you peer through the cracked door to find nanami spread out on your daughter’s bed, with your daughter curled into side and her head resting on his chest.

“did I come from a peach too like momotarō?” you hear her ask, but your heart flutters at the sight of your husband’s pearly whites.

you’ll never get over how much you love seeing him smile with such genuine emotion.

“no,” you hear nanami reply calmly, his finger lightly holding the page open. “you remember your mother explaining how you used to live in her stomach first?”

“oh yeah,” your daughter replies with a hint of disappointment over the fact that she was not birthed from a piece of fruit as mentioned in one of her favorite folk tales.

“shall I carry on?”

“uh-huh,” she answers and she readjusts her position to get even more comfortable. "I think if we look hard enough we might find momotarō..."

"you think so?" your husband wonders with honest curiosity.

"I know so, papa!"

"how many peaches do you think we need to check?"

"hmmm," she mumbles, "maybe a million?"

"a million?" your husband dramatically replies, "that's a lot of peaches don't you think,"

"I mean, it's less than a billion..." she responds quite matter of factly.

you catch his gaze from between the door that’s ajar. his expression fully relaxes, and you smile knowingly in his direction at the sight of father and daughter making up.

“papa?” his daughter questions upon his sudden silence, but your husband keeps his focus on you as he hums in acknowledgement before replying, "you're not wrong, but it'll still be quite a challenge to cut through a million peaches..."

"we might need some help," your daughter adds on.

you blow him a secret kiss as to not interrupt further, and quietly close the door before heading back to your bedroom.

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auclairedetoru · 27 days ago

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Namami has only been seeing y/n for a month but he's already so smitten.

The way she walks, the way she talks, the way she carries herself, her confidence, the way she applies her makeup, the colours she gets on her nails, the pretty outfits she wears, her facial expressions, everything. He's obsessed with her.

He met her at a little bookstore. He mostly goes there to browse and relax after long and tiring shifts. He enjoys the smell of the books and the overall atmosphere, sometimes he ends up picking something that pricks his interest.

Y/n was there doing the same thing when she saw him holding one of her favourite books. She couldn't help but comment on his amazing choice. He thanked her and asked her if she liked it. She let him know that it's a top pick for her but not number one. He proceeded to ask which book she liked the most. One thing led to another and he ended up leaving the store with her number saved on his phone.

After he noticed that not only has he been talking to her for a week straight, but he also always looked forward to reading her texts, answering her calls and talking on the phone, he decided to ask her on a date.

Namami did not go on many dates before. But when he did, he'd always asked his coworker Gojo to call him at a specific time, if he was enjoying the date he would tell the person he's with that it's just work related and not to worry about it, but if he wasn't he would tell them that he's needed for an emergency and he would pay for their cab and make sure they make it home safe before letting them down gently the next time he talks to them. Thankfully he only did the latter once when the person was being borderline creepy and he felt unsafe.

The date with y/n was a first for him. After she agreed, he told her about the time and location, planning on taking her to a nice restaurant, a classic. He was surprised when she disagreed and asked if he'd be comfortable with coming over to her house. She told him that she loved cooking but never got the chance to make big meals. Namami agreed, and it made his heart swell with happiness when she told him she was excited for their date.

The date was nothing less than perfect. He immediately felt at home the moment he stepped foot in her apartment, he particularly loved that she uses small lights instead of overhead ones, something he does at his apartment as well. She set the table beautifully, with candles and some of the most unique tableware. The food was a whole different story. He could not believe he was eating all that for free. He has been to many fancy restaurants, but none of them compared to her cooking.

When Namami asked if it was okay for him to ask her a couple of questions to see if they were on the same page when it comes to the future if they're planning on sharing one, he was surprised again when she said she was glad he brought up that topic because she had her own questions as well. Namami immediately knew that this would turn out for the best because his past dates always either tried to dodge this discussion or told him he was rushing things.

He first asked her about marriage. She told him that she wants to get married and that it's definitely something she hopes would happen in the future when she's ready, he agreed. He asked her if she'd want them to live together with a partner, she said yes but not immediately, maybe one and half to two years into the relationship, he agreed. She asked him about kids and if he sees himself being a father in the future, he said yes but he wants kids not immediately after marriage but to wait a year or two before trying, she agreed. She asked him about how he would handle disagreements and arguments, he told her that he was a very calm person and enjoys the peace communication brings, so he'd sit with his partner and figure out the problem and how to resolve it, she agrees.

Namami started to feel giddy when he realised they have both agreed to many of each other's answers and even shared similar opinions. Would she be the one he spends forever with? The thought didn't seem so bad at the moment, he hoped to get his answer quickly.

But he wasn't expecting it to happen within a month.

They discovered they shared the same route on their way to work and began walking it together. Nanami started to look forward to seeing her. Every morning, she greets him with a smile and "hi, Ken!" which he started responding to with "hi, Barbie" after watching the Barbie movie, she always giggles and throws her arms around his neck in a hug. He buys her her favourite boba and she drinks it while they walk and talk about whatever comes to mind. He drops her off at work since it's closer than his, but not before pressing a kiss to her forehead that she started calling her "good luck kiss". They even spend their lunch breaks together by talking through facetime. He was the type to skip that free time to get more work done, but he stopped doing that in favour of talking to his favourite girl.

He started looking forward to seeing her and talking to her. Weekends have become boring, sure they text, but it's not like hearing her voice, even through the phone speaker. She consumed his brain, she became his first thought in the morning and his last before bed. Thankfully, Nanami isn't dumb, and he realised he is in fact falling in love.

He didn't want to play around, after all, they're both serious about this relationship. He plans on confessing, letting her know his true feelings. It's a scary thought, something he has never done before, and he hopes she wouldn't reject him given that he fell for her fast when they both agreed this would be a "getting to know each other" phase. But he can't control how he feels about her, she makes him look forward to the future, as long as she is a part of it.

It's the weekend, Nanami invited her over in the afternoon to watch movies and hang out at his apartment, but despite what the weather forecast said, the somewhat sunny morning quickly developed into a stormy evening, one that was strong enough for him to turn the hang out into a sleepover. He gave her a pair of his pajama pants and a shirt to get comfortable and put the frozen pizza he has for emergencies in the oven.

They're sitting on the couch, a movie long forgotten on TV as y/n tells him a very interesting work story. He's trying to focus, he really is, but the way she's so close to him, her folded legs almost on top of his, her hair wrapped around his fingers as he plays with the strands, the way her face lights up when she remembers a detail, it's all so precious.

“and then she got mad and-”

“I love you.”

Y/n stops talking and he's instantly regretting his words. They literally slipped out of his mouth, he had no control over them. It's like she pressed a botton and they came out. He starts fearing the worst and his brain starts telling him that he made things awkward and uncomfortable for her and she can't even escape because there's a storm outside. Fuck... Why did he need to rush? Everything has been going perfectly, and now he ruined it. He's gonna have to find a way to make up for this. He'll apologize a billion times if needed, but he can't afford to lose her.

“Ken, I love you too, so much, but I need to finish the story.”

Huh-

“Right. Sorry, darling. Please continue, I'm all ears.”

He isn't all ears, he can't be all ears, because he can hear how fast his heart is beating and he can feel the blood rushing to his face. She said it back, she loves him, so much too! Is he dreaming, is it still the night before and he hasn't called her yet to invite her over? No. It can't be. He wants this to be real... and it is, everything is real. The way she's holding on to his fingers is real, the way she's excitedly telling him the rest of her story is real, the way he's holding back from smiling so hard is real, the way the pizza smell is filling the room is real.

“oh shit, the pizza.”

Nanami bolts to the kitchen, quickly grabbing the oven mitts and pulling the pizza out just in time. When he quickly glaces towards the living room, he can see y/n hunched over and squealing into the pillow, her feet kicking slightly. He chuckles. She really tried to play it like his words did not affect her the way they affected him, but it seems like their feelings are mutual in every way possible.

Nanami is somehow even more excited for forever with her now.

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gojodickbig · 12 days ago

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confessions time

in which they finally confess their feelings!!

<3 incl: gojo, toji, geto, sukuna, choso, nanami.

my asks are open for more ideas and requests. also likes and reblogs are really appreciate. :)

have fun reading!💘

cont: fluff

A/N: lol i got a bit carried away with this one… it was so funny to write though! can i say my best smau so far??? also i've decided that from now on, for sukuna's smau, i'll do modern AU and not heian-era sukuna anymore because i find modern sukuna more funny. so yeah ^3^

(i didn’t change the contact names to adapt to the situation just cus i'm a lazy fucker sorry lol)

MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI!!!

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sugudoe · 5 months ago

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᭡ ★ ׁ ׅ SUCH A TEASER! ⠀ׂ⠀⠀⠀ .⠀⠀─┈

. ֺ﹢ synopsis: ex-husband!nanami that filled for divorce under the idea he could die at any moment, and didn’t wanted you to suffer. four months later, after his injuries from shibuya, he is forced to retire, now the only thing he wants is having you back. before anything, you decide to get your little revenge on him.

. ֺ﹢ content: SMUT ╱ angst! and crack! ╱nanami is a bit of an asshole ╱ stimulation ╱ oral (fem!receiving) ╱ too much swearing ╱ no protection ╱ teasing ╱ face sitting ╱ mating press ╱ handcuff (male) ╱ good ending ╱ after shibuya ╱ burned!nanami ╱ english is not my first language.

. ֺ﹢ a. note: @emilyywhyy. another nanami smut, i’m feeling degenerate and happy. this one made me giggle and curl my toes, i want to be his little wife so bad! divider.

. ֺ﹢ wc: 6.k oopsie.

The brown pointy shoes of Nanami kept knocking on the wood floor repeatedly, mimicking the rhythm of his expensive watch — a gift you gave him on your first year together. It was supposed to be placed in the box of things to return to you, but Kento could only ever start to fill said box if his heart was put in there as well.

Nanami knew he was a fucked up man for many reasons. Firstly, he had given himself the nickname “Time-Bomb”, as in meant to explode — die — and have his remains hitting everyone in proximity. And secondly, despite all of that and his need to avoid hurting others with his eminent death, he still fell for you and build this relationship, the one he also broke up four months ago.

The blonde was also fucked in the head, anyone would tell him. Divorces are the aftermath of lack of love and trust, or uncountable fights, and yet, none of that applied to his two years long marriage to you. It was all perfect, balanced, the respect and affection you had for each-other was out of this world.

Nevertheless, his fears spoke loud, and made him act on autopilot.

You noticed how different he started to act when a boy, who you would encounter multiple times, had eaten a finger. You weren’t a sorcerer, had absolutely no idea what any of this meant, but the weight of the situation was noticed on your husband’s shoulders and yours, as well. The hours started to count down, and when it hit zero, life turned around.

Kento presented the divorce papers to you with a letter, wet eyes and as many “I’m sorry” the man could say before he turned around and left your shared home.

For someone who always presented themselves as smart and calculated, Nanami acted on impulse, and the gods seem to be punishing him even further now — inside this cubicle of an office, toasted coffee being gulped by his dry throat, he keeps burning himself after every sip, on purpose.

“Can you repeat that, again, please?” Kento puts the now empty mug on the wooden table, his green glasses are resting against the ceramic plate and he grabs it, staring at it to avoid looking at the male in front of him.

“Nanami.” Yaga sighed, hands scratching his beard. “You are no longer needed in this fucked up world. Look at your burns, you sacrificed enough! Now go home to your wife and retire in that country you always talk about — Thailand, isn’t it?”

“Malaysia.” The blonde corrects, before adjusting the sunglasses on his face.

“What’s the problem?” Yaga asks, although he doesn’t seem really into whatever it’s going on. “Problems in paradise?”

“Something like that.” Kento shifts on the chair, opening more of his legs, and letting his arms rest on it. “I fucked up with her. I thought something would happen, so I gave her the divorce papers and moved back to that old apartment.”

“You always fuck up when you think too much.” The older man sighs, piercing gaze hurting Nanami. “Let me guess, boy, you thought that death was coming and decided to spare her the pain?” At Kento’s nod, Yaga laughed with disdain. “She would still be in pain with your loss even if she hated you, but I doubt she does. Have she signed it?”

“No, we haven’t.” Nanami gets up from the leather seat and walked towards the only window in the room, lighting trespassing and reaching his wet face. “At any moment I fear the papers will come with her handwrite in it.”

“How long has it been?”

“Four months, it feels like years, though.” Kento looks over his shoulder.

“I bet it fucking does.” Yaga comes closer, strong hands dipping Nanami’s shoulder. “If she didn’t sign it yet, maybe there is a chance. Unfortunately, you will have to crawl on dirt and kiss the floor she walks to get her back.”

It’s a thought Kento avoided to have, he felt selfish to put you away and try to come back into your life, after all the pain. Like breaking a vase and messily fixing it with hot glue, he could burn the two of you again. Although, if Yaga was right, if there was a possibility you might be waiting for him, he should grab it. Right? It felt like all the types of right and wrong.

“I have to go.” Nanami walks towards the door, waving a quick goodbye.

“If you fuck up again, Kento, she’ll burn you herself.”

Nanami’s first stop was to a flower shop, and with the help of an old lady, he made the bouquet with clear intentions — violets for faithfulness, myrtle for marriage and red roses for love. A letter would accompany it, explaining the meaning with his own words.

❛❛ My darling,

if you find it in your interests to listen to this fool man, i will use your time with caution and care to explain of my wrongdoings with us and our marriage. it was never a question of lack of love, for even separated, it has always been growing for you and you only. our union is still sacred in my heart, and will always be. please, darling, reach to me if you so wish to know of the truth and let me beg for forgiveness. i’ll do anything.

with love, your Kento. ❜❜

And after the paying and a gentle tip, Nanami left the flower shop with a less heavy breathing, but an even more heavier heart.

Reaching his old apartment, one he had bought with his first salary as a sorcerer, he instantly missed the warm you had always brought whenever he stepped through the door and was engulfed in a hug, or had a spoon is his mouth with the dinner you were preparing. The cold lights of the living room and his small sofa would have to do for now, the sun was setting down and you were nowhere near the windows telling him how pretty orange and pink mix in the sunset, and Nanami would say they blend better reflected in your face.

Kento missed it so much. Your doll eyes shining bright staring up at him, the moonstruck smile in your wet lips, begging for him to kiss you. Fuck, your lips! Always the perfect match to his. Nanami also missed the feeling of them wrapped around his cock, how deep you could go and the thickness did not scared you. A single minute of this image in his head, and soon his scarred hand would be touching himself over his pants.

Like many nights before, he did the stupid routine of bringing his dick out, trying to massage it up and down, pressing when feeling like it. Nanami closed his eyes, throwing his head back and moaning quietly your name. Easily, he was too close, but as divine punishment, he never came. The pleasure would go away as quickly as it approached, making him grow desperate.

Four months without your presence, your mouth and your pussy. He knew he wouldn’t be able to last long, and in a desperate thought he wished he had burned more, maybe for his precautions of life to had been right.

What was he doing? Thinking of death, when you’re still out there, yet to receive his flowers, yet to reach him. Nanami grumbled and sweared as he got up and went to take a cold shower.

On the other side of the town, you had come home from work with an expensive looking bouquet in your arms. It smelled divine and putrid at the same time — of course, this came from your psychological warfare after reading the letter.

How could he do this? And how could he do this only now?

You wanted to cry and throw the flowers on your fireplace, and at the same time you had the urge to keep all the petals alive for in a way, a part of him would always be near you. The divorce papers greeted you like a sad lover every time you came home, it had not yet been removed from the place Kento placed it.

It was empty of your name as much as it was of his. Let me be a fool, you told it silently, and believe he still wants me.

You had only an imagination about the reason for your fairytale life to be brought down with reality. Not allowing yourself to drown in a pity party of believing he had cheated or fell out of love, but gods does it not make it a bit better? To think he left because he should, and not because he felt like he would die. You wanted Nanami alive and well with the same intensity you wanted him by your side.

Unfortunately, you have never been selfish, had you tried and clawed his torso, maybe he would have stayed. Instead, you allowed your husband to leave and drank two bottles of wine with vanilla ice cream.

You felt pathetic while opening a new bottle, and allowing your tears to smear your makeup while eyeing the flowers. Nanami had always been so thoughtful, anything he grants you was drowned in love. Still, he left you. Still, you miss him so much you could have him back right now, pretending these months never happened. With a drowsy hiccup and wobbling legs, you grab your phone and call him.

And he doesn’t pick up.

You sober up instantly, throwing the phone on the couch and raising your hands to your lips. Now you know you’re pathetic, and your drunk self needs a shower.

When you return to your living room with puffy eyes and a red silk pajama, you try to trick yourself into not staring at your phone. It takes you three more sips of the same wine you opened earlier, for your patience to run thin and unlock the cellphone.

There is a message.

Y/n, not love or darling. Maybe Kento is holding himself back, maybe he does not view you as that anymore. Maybe he is still stuck in this routine of fucking up everything, and although your face has a scowl in it, you answer cordially.

You slap your face hoping to sober up, but it does nothing but sting your cheeks. You moan in pain before letting the phone slip out of your grasp and walk to your room, leaving everything behind to try to sleep. You won’t take water, much less any medicine, you want to punish yourself for this desperation that comes whenever his name is mentioned.

It’s like loosing sight of what you should do and what you want to do. You should move on and find someone that won’t push you away, but you need your husband’s arms to cradle you to sleep. And, also, his secret weapon to deal with any insomnia and terrible thoughts — the dick. The perfect one, filling you up instantly, has you reciting your wedding vows in your head every time he makes you see stars. Your hands can’t do the same, not even the bright green toy your friend has presented you after dealing with a little crises of yours.

Nonetheless, you still reach down to your panties and try to play with your clit like your (ex) husband used to do. You never were capable of copying him, your pussy misses his long thick fingers and his cold tongue movements. You feel like crying all over again.

Is with your hand inside yourself that you fall sleep, much like Nanami in his own place. Both sad and with this pent up energy that could light Japan by itself.

The next morning, you wake up with enough pain to believe your head had grow two times it’s own size, and with fogged memories of last night, you halt your movements while smelling the flowers. In the limbo of dreams and reality, you had forgotten these flowers aren’t the usual ones your partner would greet you with, and instead are the desperation of Nanami to fix his mess.

You want to burn it again, but you decide against it and grabs your phone on the floor, eyes avoiding the texts of last night, you wonder if 9am is a good hour to call your ex husband and asks him about the impedimental fall of your marriage. Sighing desperate, you call him.

“Hello.” Nanami’s voice is still the same hoarse and low tone that has you closing your legs on your white couch.

“Hi, Kento.” You try to put strength in your voice, but it barely could be called a whisper. You cough awkward. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Nothing to worry about, Y/n.” No, don’t call me that, you thought. “Are you better now? Feeling any pain or discomfort?”

“I am…” you admit. “…but it’s not from the hangover.”

There is silence on the other line.

“I’m sorry, Y/n.” Besides sincerity, there is a fragility in Nanami’s voice, and at that you almost cry. “I shouldn’t have done that.”

“You mean the flowers or the divorce?” Your voice is starting to rise.

“Both, I don’t know.” Is easy to picture Nanami in his suit, head hanging low and hands over his eyes. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did.”

“Is the— Is there any way for me to fix this?” Desperation is added to the equation of emotions Nanami is revealing.

“I don’t know, Kento. I don’t want to be hurt again.”

“I won’t, I promise. I can guarantee to you, just let me explain.” You both are kept silent, only both breathings is heard. “Let me take you out today, a secluded restaurant where we can talk properly. If you think I don’t deserve you after that, I’ll respect your wishes, I’ll keep myself away. Please, just don’t let us regret losing this chance.”

Your hold on the cellphone grow tighter as you thought of Nanami’s words. The moment you snickered quietly you knew you deserved the truth of it all, even if partly you had an idea, hearing from the male was in your right. Having him trembling in your presence, begging for forgiveness, being pathetic was awakening new feelings in you.

“Pick me up at seven. And wear your cheetah tie.” Before Nanami can say anything, you hung up satisfied.

As always, Kento follow your orders, and when you open the door to your apartment later that day, he presents himself with the tie you required and another bouquet decorating his hands, the ring on his finger drying your throat right away. Nanami has a nervous smile when he lowers the flowers, showing you the scars you have only heard about from Shoko. Half of his face and body is covered with the pinkish tissue, and yet, he keeps being the most beautiful man in the world. You don’t tell him that, not so soon.

Grabbing the flowers, you turn around in place, showcasing your open back dress and a red pantie.

“Can you zip this up?” You ask, hearing Nanami’s groan before feeling his hot hands on your hips, he moves them slowly towards your ass before zipping the silk up to your waist. “All good there?”

“Yes.” Nanami answers with a tender grip again on your hips.

“Then why won’t you remove your hand?” You stare at him over your shoulder, red lips shinning with your saliva when you wet them, all under his hawk like gaze.

Before Nanami answers, you walk swaying your waist and clicking your expensive shoes on the wooden floor, putting the flowers on the vase and avoiding eyeing your ex husband and his completely hot self.

“I made the reservations for the Palpatine, you still enjoy their food, right?” He asks from somewhere behind you.

“We’ve been separated for four months, Kento, I didn’t change that much.” There is humor in your voice, for the same quantity that there is acid. You finish adding water to the vase and put it besides the other flowers the man has got you.

“It feels like years.” He comes by your side, smelling the sweet floral air impregnating your apartment. His eyes keep shifting between you and the colorful bouquets, until they fall on the unsigned divorce papers you forgot to hide.

“I bet it does.” You want to bite his head off when his long fingers (that you miss) moves closer to the paper, as if inspecting if it’s real. “Don’t worry, if you need, I’ll sign them when you drop me off later.”

“I thought I made clear I want for us to fix this.” Kento has a concerned look on his face.

“For how long? Until another big, dangerous mission? And the wheels will spin again, and you will tell me how cruel you are for staying with me?” Your don’t punch him, but you feel like you are close to, when your pointy finger starts hammering on his chest. “Kento, please, I can’t deal with the pain of having you just to lose again, it’s too much.”

“I promise you this will never happen again.” He says, his large hands holding yours to his chest, the rapid beating of his heart under your palms. “There will be no more pain, no more leaving.”

“I don’t want promises, I need actions. I need prove.” You roll your eyes and move away, wondering if all of this was a stupid idea. He follows you, and you believe it is.

“I’m not a sorcerer anymore.” Your back is to his chest, so you can sense his unhinged breathing that matches yours. Slowly, you turn to his scarred and beautiful face. “I’m retired now. After Shibuya, the higher ups agreed that my work as a sorcerer is over, that I needed rest.” Slowly, his hands moved towards your face, you flinched at first before allowing him to cup your cheeks. “If I had waited, right now we wouldn’t be fighting or nearly divorced, we would be somewhere calm and happier.”

“If- - If we are to make this work again, we-I, need boundaries!” He nods right away. “No more jumping to conclusions without consulting the other, no more conversations about death and pain. If we are together we will live happily, Nanami.”

You don’t allow him to say nothing more, arms going straight to his shoulders, you raise your feet of the ground and connect your starving lips together, melting in that fusion of longings and desperate love. You have missed him so much, but your body could never forget how it feels to be kissed devotedly by Nanami Kento, to have his grip on your waist trying to bring you impossibly closer or to hear his groans when you pull his blond hair. Four months, four years or decades, nothing could erase the love and connection you both had for the other.

But still, Nanami needs to learn his lesson.

You move backwards, mischief in your eyes and puff lips, Nanami feels his pants getting tighter with the look on your face. He knows what is to come, but he is not scared. You press both palms on his chest, making the male walks backwards until you both reach your room, there he ends up falling on the bed. He tries to pull you with him, but you shake your head in a negative motion.

“C’mon, please, darling. I need you.” He begs and you almost fumble at the sight of his large thighs spread for you, a messy hair and red lipstick smeared on his face. Your manicured nails scraping gently his cheeks, before tracing down to his neck, where you scratch, and still you go down.

“So good, you listened to me, baby.” You praise him when you touch the tie you ordered him to use, the print matching with your dress — Nanami thought you wanted the two of you to be paired, now, when you loose the tissue and prompts him to move back on the bed, he knows he fucked up when you follow him, crawling seductively and still, you are nowhere near his skin.

Holding it like a leash, you laugh sweetly with the desperate and piteous eyes of your husband. Nanami is torn between grabbing you to his laps or letting you command any movements of the night. It’s so hard to focus on not taking control, when you hair fails messily on your back, when you move closer to remove the tie and he smells your perfume, leaving a kiss on your neck that has you giggling or… Fuck, or when you bind him to your headboard. Nostalgia hits you both, but usually you were the one tied-up.

“You will behave, right, Kento?” Moving your dress up, you sit on his lap, perfectly on his growing bulge, earning a moan from him.

“Don’t call me that.” He implored, his jerking up enough to get a reaction out of you.

“What should I call you then…? Nanami!” You laugh among another moan elicited by him.

“You know that’s not my name for you, Y/n.” Your laughs cease, and his starts with the view of your irritated face. “Sorry, my darling.”

“That’s better…” The straps of your dress fall elegantly on your shoulder when you use his to come closer, whispering in his ear. “… my love.”

You kiss his cheeks, chuckling at his despair of not kissing your lips.

Raising on your knees, you remove your dress slowly, showcasing more of the red see through pantie he saw earlier, and no bra, the dress didn’t ask for one, he had know the moment the open back was show to him. Nanami had seen you naked a hundred and more times, but you have never failed to make him tremble at the sight of your beautiful body. The bed squeaked when on instinct, Nanami’s hands tried to reach your boobs. You knew he wouldn’t be restrained for too long, but he still owned you something.

“What are you planning on doing?” He demanded to know, eyes closed when you reached your hand down, touching his clothed cock, massaging it, opening his pants. However, you just pushed it down, but his underwear wasn’t phased by you. He hanged his head to the side, curious and already hating it. “Please, darling. Don’t do this.”

“Oh, why not, love?” Seductively, your words painted your tongue and lips with the fake innocence, while your hips started to move very slowing on top of his togged member, pulsating enough for you to feel even with two materials barring it from getting inside you.

“It feels like we are two dumb teenagers, y’know that.” Nanami groans when your pacing starts to get a little more faster.

Missing his heat and this feeling to an excessive extreme, you barely acknowledge whatever he had said. Your moans were getting louder, and the bed was shaking more, wether it was your doing or his irritated hands, you didn’t care. At this moment, the man under you was serving merely the purpose of getting you off, after four months of no cuming, you deserved it. Of course, you would rather be getting thrusted without mercy, his cock splitting your walls, still, he needed his punishment.

“Don’t cum, Y/n.” Nanami commands sternly, but you are too far gone to give a fuck. He hates when you waste your release on anywhere that is not his mouth, dick or fingers.

You keep moving, ignoring his pleas and demands, as if he was merely just a toy to satisfy you — he is, he knew that, wore that distinction like a badge of honor. But, right now, months after the breakup and longings of your pussy, he could not miss your first cum being on his underwear instead of on himself. You closed your eyes and whimpered in that way he knew you were either seconds or two minutes away.

“Fuck it.” You screeched when somehow the pleasure went away, and now two large hands had halted your movements. Leaving your daze, you realized Nanami had break free from his torment and tie, making you pout. “Don’t look at me like that, you’re not cuming on dry humping me, at least sit on my fucking face.”

No complains from you, he smiles at you silence before laying down, hands still on your hips. You move up, trying to get the wet panties off, after a few seconds of trying, Nanami simply tears it off to shreds. You want to complain and smack his smirk away, but fuck it, you’re too worked up to care. Rolling your eyes, you positioned yourself on his face, slowing descending into him, Nanami, though, doesn’t want carefulness, he pushes you down harshly and it’s already working his way to your release with his most cruel and perfect tongue movements.

Your grip on the iron headboard it’s nearly bending it, and your pleas and begs for more and more are getting drowned by moan after moan he takes from you. Nanami slaps your ass, a sign for you to start humping his face as well. His nose keeps touching your clit, and you can’t help but want to cry when he starts to gently bite it as well, moving his tongue inside, separating your folders.

“I- - I can’t, I can’t! Fuck.” Babbling nonsense, you feel the build up all over again, moving one of your hands to his hair you squeeze it enough to hear his moans of pleasure through you. “Baby, I’m… I’m…close!”

You hear something muffed, could only assume is Nanami encouraging you to let it all out. And when the knot on your lower body begs to be released, you let it go with a loud moan, tears falling and hips still moving, four months of neediness going all the way down to your husbands face and mouth, and he keeps devouring your still.

After what felt like hours, you move up with weak knees, Nanami mumbles something in an equally dazzled stated, you fall on the side on your back, laughing when he hoovers over you in an instant, pecking your lips a few times before going for your neck, where he is sure to leave those love bites and marks he adores so much. When he reaches your boobs you know he is going to be occupied for a while, sucking one onto his mouth while the other is being mercilessly pinched by his fingers, you cry out of desperation for more and more, and he keeps granting you. Always will.

He bites and sucks alternating between them, and you sense when one of his hands go all the way down to your pussy, two fingers separating your folds and penetrating it. Nanami eyes go up to stare at you eyes, drowning himself in more pleasure over your nearly passed out expressions — open mouth, bright eyes, moans of his name slipping from your lips, he is losing control with you.

“I need you, please Nana… Baby, please.” You keep begging like a prayer, hoping he can grant you what you missed the most.

He sucks stronger one of your tits before retreating himself with a loud pop sound. His fingers, though, keep moving in a steady rhythm, shaking your legs and pulling the knots from your inside. You fear you might faint if you don’t cum again.

“One more, my love. You can do that for me, right?” With the way he whispers near your ear, biting gently you lob, you could do anything he asks in this moment. You nod frantically and he coos at you with a sweet laugh. “I know you can, go on, baby. Cum for me.”

You follow his lead right away, letting yourself set lose and relax, drenching his thick fingers deep inside you while he groans at the feeling of your walls around him, knowing for a fact that it will all feel better when it gets replaced by his cock. Nanami knows that overstimulating you is a prize to win, but right now, you both need each-other in a more primal way. If you ask, demand, he will fall down on his knees and glue his face to your pussy until no one can get him out, he can leave his own needs for a century later, but right now you both are desperate for the raw feeling only him inside you can provide.

He moves away while you come back from the high, and remove all his clothing, before coming back on top of you. Kiss on your necks making you giggle in anticipation, soft sighs scrapping both of your throats before a kiss is started and deepened quickly, his tongue always so controlling of yours — you are too far gone in the need to be fucked to try and keep control of anything anymore, he knows it, he will take good care of you for that.

“My beautiful, beautiful wife.” Nanami praises you, one hand rests on your leg, he adjusts it to his waist before holding his own member and sliding inside you. “Fuck, it’s so fucking tight.” You moan with just the feeling of him going deeper, and when he stops, balls deep, you whine sad. “Shh, it’s okay baby- - I’m just feeling you.”

“Feel me while moving…” You blurted while moving your hips, hoping to catch some reaction out of it. Only a harsh slap on your thigh was the answer. “…please…?” He chuckles.

And then, he moves. Slow at first, as a way to say he is doing what you please but it’s still his call, his command. You don’t complain even if the words and sassiness are scratching your throat, they are being buried by your long moans and whimpers. Instead, to focus on anything else and let your husband grant you what you need without anymore punishments for the two of you (him for being a dick, you for being too eager), you wrap your other leg on his waist, making him go even deeper and the both of you groan simultaneously.

It’s so good you now it won’t last long. The first feeling of being buried by his thick cock is much better than you remembered, and it’s been four months, you won’t judge each-other. Nanami, though, thinks different. It’s his first time fucking you after a long time, he is going to make all of this worth it. If he had any say in this, he could be inside you for days.

A yelp scapes you when his thrusts stop being gentle and turn into a maniac rhythm, dazzled by your scent and the feeling of you wrapping around his dick, Nanami is surely losing control, you think, and while mumbling on his ears about how good he feels and how much you love him, he goes back to the slow pace. You groan and he laughs.

“You’re evil.” You whisper with a hiccup, fat tears forming on the side of your eyes. Nanami was focused at staring down, seeing himself going in and out of you, but your broken voice made his head snap up, his burned hands holding your face and cleaning the tears of frustration, he kisses them as well.

“It feels good, doesn’t it?” You nod at him. “That’s what I want, baby. To keep it good for as long as we can.” And so, the fast pacing comes again.

You feel desperate and hot, your skin is burning with the desire to release yourself all over again, to crumble under Kento, and let yourself be taken care by him. He holds you like you’re a delicate paper, and still he fucks you like you are unbreakable. Maybe you are, when he moves both your legs to rest on his shoulders and starts the mating press position, you know you are stronger than you look, otherwise, you would have fainted with how terribly good it fucking felt to be even more deeper and filled.

Nanami did not stop for even one second, he didn’t need to catch his breath or stretch his legs, he only needed you. To be inside of you deep enough to never be apart, to print his size on your body so only he could bring you that pleasure. Of course, none of that matters to you — too busy moaning so loud and scratching his back to the point of bleeding. Everything felt too much, and too good.

“M-m…more…” It’s the only thing you can say on this position, Nanami smirks at your requests and complies to it, even more faster and brutal, your legs are shaking by his shoulders, he push them down to your chest and uses the back of your thighs to keep himself balanced. His eyes can only focus on your wet entrance receiving all of it, no complains. “S-so good, baby!”

You feel the same knots from earlier starting to untie, from your abdomen, your hands instantly goes to Nanami’s thigh, trying to stop his movements but he won’t budge and you’re glad for it.

“Gonna cum, baby?” He asks, and you nod with closed eyes and open mouth. “You keep wrapping me like this, I can’t handle more.”

“Please, cum inside me.” Nanami groans at your request, and like fuel to fire, he doesn’t stop thrusting. You know you made the right choice, he is going to fill you whole.

The burning of yours and his skin makes you wonder if you’re seeing smoke coming out of your bodies. It’s all too heavy and foggy, and the way his hands are gripping your thigh more and more, certainly marking it, you know what’s about to happen. Staring at him with pleading eyes, he nods at you, and you cum over his still moving cock, a shinny mess of your liquids mixing with his own, coming right after yours. Nanami removes your legs from his shoulders, letting them go to his waist again, he falls over you, kissing you starved while still shuffling inside you, making sure both of yours release are mixing deep in your womb.

After a few minutes of dizziness and high, Nanami presses kisses to your neck, prompting you to snuggle him impossibly closer to your body.

“I love you,” he says. “and I’ll never make any stupid decision again. You are mine and I’m yours.”

“Good thing we didn’t sign those papers.” You weakly state, already feeling the need to sleep. “I love you.”

“I’m still going to rip it, burn it. Whatever it takes to get that thing out of existence.” Nanami grunts when he gets up, you pout at the lack of being filled and he snorts. “Just a second, love.”

The vision of his naked ass has you ready to jump on him again, but you control yourself when he grabs something in his pants’s pocket and walk towards the bed, sitting in front of you and placing a box on your hand. You know what it is instantly, that doesn’t stop you from crying when you open it to be presented with the sight of your wedding band, the one you had throw at the table the night he left. You had searched for it everywhere in the apartment, not knowing he had took them.

“Let’s get married again, what do you think?” You sob at his request, nodding your head right away, not trusting your voice. “How about we go to Malaysia? Beach wedding, only the two of us.”

“Forever…?” You wonder while he puts your ring on your finger, while you touch his, that he has never removed, kissing his hand after it.

“Yes, my darling, forever.”

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xazse · 1 year ago

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Hey, I have another idea for the jjk men hybrid. So I have been thinking, how about a shy and quiet bunny hybrid fem reader..? You can choose who it would be too. I believe it would be a fun time reading these with various different hybrid for the reader, as well as jjk characters, no? Also, it would be a fluff oneshot for this one ଘ(੭ˊ꒳ˋ)੭✧

Notes: Hi I hope this is what you meant? different Hybird readers with different men? if you didn’t I think I over indulged. Sorry some of them may be repeated because I kept running out of ideas.

SEPARATE Pairings:Bunnygirl!FemReader, Kittygirl!FemReader, Beargirl!FemReader, Foxgirl!FemReader x nonjujutsu!Gojo, Geto, Toji, Nanami

Tags: no warnings just fluff! And also the Hybrids are you but with ears and a tail that’s all!

Gojo- and his Shy Bunnygirl!Hybrid

Ever since Gojo had met you in the home for animal hybrids he immediately brought out his black card. He wanted you and you specifically. Though you were sat in the corner looking dazed and bored his first thought was how he could probably transform you into a carbon happy messy just like him! It’s perfect! You’re perfect.

As soon as he brought you home you stood in the door way, swishing on your feet nervous, every move he made was met with a quick freeze of your body watching his every step.

It took a while to get you nice and comfortable but a few months later you’ve been allowing him to touch your ears! You’ll allow him to grab your head and push it towards his lap, while he rubs from the tip of your ear down to the base, it always makes you shiver. Satoru has a hard time reading you, if something displeases you, you don’t outright tell him he has to slowly get it out of you. He doesn’t mind though he thinks it’s cute!

The fluff of your tail when you walk is outright adorable, when you feel his stare on you, you’re so quick to turn away and walk backwards away from him and to your shared bedroom. Satoru has learned that you love being read to, you can read perfectly fine for a hybrid but theres something about you and him in bed while he reads and describes to you what’s happening in the book, you have the most content facial expression every time.

Geto- and his Kittygirl!Hybrid:

You are very well behaved with some exceptions and Geto loves that, you never resort to begging for his attention because he gives you plenty of it, you’re just a well behaved girl.

The place in which you love the most is resting on his back: no literally, Suguru has tried to get you to maybe cuddle with him but you continuously insist to slouch on his back, within a good 10 minutes of him rambling you’re snoring. And moving is just not an option, he feels your sharp nails dig into his back over and over when he adjusts his arm or maybe stretches a little, he’s stuck for a good hour or two.

Your purring drives Suguru to his end, it’s just way too cute. When your in his lap watching movies, if he starts to listen really hard he can hear the deep rumble in your chest before you start to vibrate softly, he moves to bring you closer and give you a small kiss on your cheek.

You love braiding Sugurus hair, the beautiful jet black never ceases to amaze your eyes, the length is well tamed and always well trimmed he never skips a day to take care of it. He’ll have you sat on his lap facing him while you braid the ends and he scratches behind your ears and rubs your tail.

Toji- and his Chubby!beargirl!Hybrid

Days spent with Toji are quite lazy, its mainly you lying on his chest while he watches boring boxing matches, youre so quick to flip your attention somewhere else, he has a hard time keeping you in one place: on his chest whilst he rubs your back , but nooo you see a butterfly on the patio and immediately want to inspect it.

Toji adores your body when you are lying on him, he prods and gropes as a sign of affection nothing more, especially when your chubby fingers are intertwined with his.

Toji can be a bit mean sometimes, especially when he deems something you did dumb, but never has he raised his voice at you. He thinks of it as a funny type of dumb, something that he can easily help you though so you don’t repeat the same mistake. And when you do get it correct with time he’ll rub your ears and praise you: of course he expects praise back for doing a good job of teaching you and you do give him the same energy.

You are laziest slacker ever, Toji takes on almost all the house work, he’d never in a million years think he’d be lifting you off the floor so he can finish vacuuming in that spot just to plop you right back down. You’re even lazy when it’s time to eat, he’s towering over you egging you to come sit at the table all he sees is a twitch of your ear, oh so you definitely heard him but make no attempt to move, he grabs your plush body and walks with you towards the kitchen.

Nanami- Foxgirl!Hybrid

Kento has a hard time controlling or even getting you to listen to a command, he finds you completely impossible. The sweet smile you provided him with through the process of getting you were just all lies and you sure are damn good at it.

Nanami has noticed how much you love the cold, it just makes as an excuse for you to constantly be under him, rubbing on his chest and neck, you don’t offer any room for him to move, glaring at him every time he tells you he has to use the bathroom and no you cannot follow him in there, that’s the little time of privacy he gets to relax and he won’t have it interrupted no matter how much you whine and cry at the door.

Nanami sometimes takes you to the office when he’s really busy and just doesn’t trust you to be alone and not destroy his house from the inside to the outside. So he trudges alone with you behind him: hearing the ding of the elevator and all eyes are on him, then are immediately on you. The office workers absolutely adore you, as soon as Nanami stalks off to go do some important things they’re on you, petting your hair and rubbing all over your ears. Cooing at just how sweet you are (you aren’t) the praise turns you into complete mush with a cute stretched out grin on your face as they shower you with love.

When you’re both done at the office and he hasn’t heard a single complaint about you: he’ll reward with you with some delicious street food; specifically your favorite. He can’t help but have a warm smile on his face as you attempt to coerce him into giving you a share of his food.

Your tail thumps his leg over and over in a sign of every lasting happiness, you lean over to press many kisses to his face because you love him so much.

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n-agiz · 1 year ago

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KINKTOBER '23ㅤDAY 12 [ NANAMI KENTO X AGE GAP ] cws age gap + corruption kink (sort of) + (mentions of) oral (f & m) + creampie ! MDNI

getting with someone younger than him was something nanami hadn't expected, but also couldn’t complain about.

there was something about you, a sort of innocence that came with being at a certain stage of your life where you were you still figuring everything out that made you almost endearing, the way you looked at him, how you allowed him to take care of you, making kento almost go mad. he loved how you trusted him, letting him lay you down on his bed and undress you, allowing him to decide the pace, how fast or how slow he wanted to go, even if deep down you were the one calling all the shots, your body language, how you reacted to his touch, being what made him decide what to do.

he would kiss down your body slowly, taking your pieces of clothing one by one until you were completely bare for him, that being when he would kneel down between your legs, licking up your pussy and tasting you, always letting out satisfied hums in the middle of it, getting up again when you had cum on his tongue and your slick was dripping down his chin. only then, when he was sure you were ready, would he fuck you — and you just loved how sure of himself he was, how kento clearly knew what he was doing, and how effortlessly it all seemed to be to him, how he could make you reach an orgasm at almost the snap of his fingers. every thrust, every kiss, every single touch was calculated to make you moan the loudest, scream his name the loudest. it fed into his ego, but you didn’t care, because even with that he still made you feel better than any guy your age ever had, and that was more than enough to keep you hooked, to keep you wanting more of him, never quite satisfied, and you knew the feeling was completely mutual, taking note of how he looked at you, how when he came down your throat after fucking your mouth or how when he filled you up with his seed after fucking you dumb he would look at you with a sort of adoration in his eyes that was impossible to fake, how they would glisten with love and desire before he was leaning down to kiss you one more time.

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vampdes · 5 months ago

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DES says . . . my bf looks soo good driving, oh my god. shouts out to him, thank you for inspiring me.

SUM. — nanami can’t handle the fact that you wanna fuck him every chance, especially not on the road. so, why not pull over and ensue in public indecency?

CON. warnings — afab reader + feminine pet names, public sex + car sex, no condom, breeding kink, mentions of wanting to get pregnant.

NOTES. — nanami might be ooc & reblogs are appreciated. lazy blurb.

“babygirl,” nanami starts, his voice only wavering a slight bit as his hands flexed tightly on the steering wheel in an attempt to steady himself, “you know you have to wait until we get home. c’mon, sweetness, please?”

you, whilst ignoring all nanami’s warnings, leaned over from the passenger seat, after rubbing leisurely at his thigh with your left hand and palming his growing erection with your right, and unbuckled his belt, quick to pull down his trousers, and traced the outline of his dick with the tip of your tongue.

nanami, now steering down the interstate with one hand, intertwined his freehand with your hair and pulled you back to tell you to calm yourself. the two of you are only an hour out from home, why can’t you just be a good girl and wait? probably because you want him to make you a damn mother, that’s why.

you, ignoring all his demands to wait yet again, pulled down the waist-band of his boxers and was at awe, as you always are, at the amounts of precum that coated his pretty cock. nanami let out a shuddering breath, seeming to malfunction and stutter in his movements, as you kissed the base of his cock, sliding your tongue along his most sensitive parts, leaving lipstick marks in places you’d kissed, licked, and sucked already.

“baby—oh god–babygirl, mama, please–nngh, okayokay, i’m—ffuck—i’m pulling over. .!”

nanami pulled over and outright fucked you raw in the backseat of his car. he made sure that your pussy was painted with his cum, that it was spilling from being overfilled high above the brim, and that you were surely gonna have a positive test by tomorrow morning.

“love your pussy, it’s s’good, ain’t it?” nanami asked, knowing that your throat was choking on his cum covered, slick, glistening cock whilst he was letting his face be soaked by your incredibly sweet, pretty pussy, making it known that nobody could eat you out like he could.

in the end, you absolutely were enthralled that nanami, who was deadset on giving you a set of twins, even broke the headboard when he positioned you in and gut-wrenching mating press where you swore at least half of him touched your kidney.

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lovelywetdreamer · 5 months ago

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Nanami rarely jerks off. He never jerks off to someone in mind. It's uncanny to him to touch himself to the image of you. He shouldn't for so many reasons. The main reason is you're that idiot Gojo's baby sister. But the fantasy of you sinking yourself in his cock is driving him to completion in his hand.

#nanami jjk #jjk #jjk nanami #nanami kento #nanami x female reader #nanami smut #Nanami x gojo baby sister

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mahgyu · 10 months ago

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Nanami is the kind who devours you while one of his hands is intertwined with yours in complete devotion.

His face is buried between your legs, Nanami's tongue wanders all over your dripping cleft, alternating between playing with your throbbing hole and suck your sensitive clit.

Your mind is completely disoriented, unable to even remember how many orgasms you've reached. But still, Nanami doesn't seem to be anywhere near stopping.

He has his eyes locked on you, not missing a single one of your expressions. His strong, thick fingers taking place inside your moist pussy, feeling how it squeezes them. Nanami loves how you react to him, how your body responds to his slightest touch.

Your faltering moans are so stimulating for Nanami, the way you grip his blonde locks, pushing Nanami's face closer to your pussy as another orgasm threatens to approach.

"That's right, sweetheart, give it all to me" he encourages, speaking greedily close to your little pussy. Nanami's cock is so hard it almost hurts, so desperate to plunge between your folds and feel your warmth enveloping him. But he still feels the need to finish savoring you, he needs to feel your juices making a complete mess on his face once again before fucking you immediately.

And when your body surrenders to the brink of the limit, Nanami intertwines his available hand with yours, just as he always does. For Nanami, this simple gesture shows how intimate this situation is, it shows how much Nanami values and appreciates being with you. You are the person he admires and loves the most in the world, and the simple act of holding your hand, regardless of the situation, is Nanami's subtle way of saying that he is entirely there for you.

So, when your orgasm hits you strongly and you're squeezing Nanami's hand as calling out for him, Nanami is savoring all of your liquid while he sweetly caresses your knuckles and thanking you with his hoarse and sensual voice for you being so good to him.

I feel things for this man and I can't contain myself ૮₍ •⤙•˶

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sugugasm · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐈𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 — ft. nanami kento

@ SYNOPSIS ! : romantic sex by the fire with nanami.

@ CONTENT WARNING ! : WC : 2.2K — minors do not interact. soft dominant kento, submissive reader, fem! reader, blowjob, reverse cowgirl, squirting, use of profanity & pet names. <> happy holidays !! here’s this little piece for @hiraizens a white christmas collab <3 thank you for letting me participate in this event, it was so much fun to write for !!! i hope you enjoy — reblogs and interactions are always welcome !!

the living room was consumed with the faint crackling sounds of a warm fire and a mellow rhythm of your throat gawking around your husband's length. strangled groans left nanami’s lips as he watched you suck his cock in awe.

he usually despised decorating for the holidays— but you loved it, and who would he be without a happy wife? he prepared for a hard day of putting up the tree and hanging strings of lights all around your shared studio apartment, but it seems as if there’d be another reason behind his exhaustion. as of now, nanami could say that he might’ve just started a new holiday tradition.

“f-fuck, baby. keep going.” he placed his hands on either side of him and grasped at the couch resting beneath him. slouched and grinning, he adjusts his glasses and moves a hand up to the nape of your neck. as you tugged at his head with your mouth, nanami began to guide your head back and forth, allowing you to take more of him in.

“take all of me, sweetheart- yes. yes, just like that- use your tongue too,” he encourages, and you listen, just like the good little slut you were. you loved giving nanami head. not only did you gain an orgasm or two out of it, but seeing him fall completely apart at your touch was something you’d pay for.

you liked to start while he was still on soft; sucking him until he’s at his full potential. it all intrigued you, watching him grow and discover veins you never knew he had— it was captivating.

“god- yn, open up more f’ me. fit it all, beautiful. i know you can.”

his praises boosted your confidence by a lot, your throat gradually opening up to accept more of him inside of your mouth. this drove him straight into a wall. nanami was groaning and moaning as you slowly deepthroated as much of him as you could, your nose almost touching his shaven pelvis.

“i’m gonna’ cum- fuck! keep it there. keep it right there, darlin.’ breathe..nice and slow.”

nanami bites down onto his bottom lip as let’s out a disgruntled, “ssss’ fuuuck,” as he poured his seed down the tunnel of your throat. with the amount of cum he released and the warmth of it all, you gargled and choked around him— so much that a mixture of your spit and his cum began to pour from the corners of your mouth.

“can’t wait to treat that pussy well. i’ll fill you up nice and easy, gonna make you a mommy on christmas eve, would you like that?”

he pulls you away with a pop! and you take your position on the couch; legs spread and pussy available for his use. you were already wet from your act of oral service, so he could keep the need of preparation. he knew this, holding his thick cock in his hand and tapping it onto your cunt as a way of asking if you were ready.

“put it in, kento. need to feel you.”

nanami didn’t let you get another word in, aligning his cock with your opening. your face held a frustrated expression. you were ready— more than that if you were being honest, and nanami was teasing, per usual.

“patience is a virtue, my love.” his joke went in one ear and out of the other the minute your walls closed around him. nanami was practically being sucked in by you, and you were already a moaning mess.

“pussy’s so tight- just for me, too. i fit just right.” the thumb of your husband’s hand flicks at your clit, sending you into an overstimulating frenzy. every time you fucked nanami, you didn’t fail to notice how well he took care of your body. he knew every button to press, every spot to tap, and every itch to scratch. it never really took much time for you to reach the finish line.

“aah- kento, r-right there. you were made for me, baby. fuck me like you mean it, please.”

taking your words to heart, he picks up the pace. each thrust to your cunt feels like it could bruise you, but you wanted more. he was hitting it so hard now, his cock making you feel so, so full. nanami was paying attention to nothing else but you, his eyes giving you a sincere glare.

“yeah? that feel good, just like this? don’t stop talking, tell me how good my dick’s making this pussy feel,” he says. nanami was trying his best to not completely bottom out, but he had to come to the conclusion that that was just the effect you had on him. with your walls squeezing him like this and your hips trying their best to fuck him back, he knew wouldn’t be lasting very long.

“you make me feel s’ good, k-kento. i could watch you fuck me all night..” the innocent look on your face told the wrong story. you were hugging on him so tightly that nanami almost felt that he was beginning to lose himself.

“gonna’ make me cum, yn. you feel so good, baby.” he covers his comment with a sheer laugh, showing his pearly whites while still rupturing your insides.

“mmm’ i see you’re breaking your own rules tonight.” you reference nanami's ‘i don’t cum until you do’ lecture and it earns a couple chuckles from the man.

you must’ve sparked something deep within him, because without any reason, he pulls out of you and sits onto the couch. nanami pats his lap, cock still standing intimidatingly tall as precum leaks from the tip. “come, sit,” he ushers.

if there was one thing you loved more than decor, it would be riding nanami kento. just the thought of it alone made you squirm; the ability to fuck yourself, using him and slamming your ass down onto his thighs as hard as you wanted.

a wild ride, you’d say.

“not too fast. ease on it, little one.”

you decided to sit with your back facing his chest. this way, you had more freedom to move. without nanami’s hands guiding your hips, you were able to fuck him to his and your paradise.

“so b-big, kento,” you stumble, feeling nanami’s hands repeatedly slap your ass cheeks as you slowly begin to bounce on his lap. his cock was toying with your guts and you were feeding into it happily.

“you can take it though, right? cause you’re a good girl. you’d never waste an inch of me.” the schleching of your cunt proved just how wet you truly were. it was so easy for you to glide up and down his length, taking him in whole with all the strength you were given.

each pound was followed by a groan from nanami. you were hearing all types of swears and somehow, respectfully degrading words as your pussy absorbed his cock like no tomorrow.

with every bounce, it felt like you got tighter— and it was probably true. he just felt too good. he was digging in so deep, and at such a fast pace. for someone who preached for you to go slow in the beginning, this was very hypocritical.

“i’m your g-good girl, kento! fuck me, baby.. want you to cum inside me s-so bad.” your begging did nothing but get him all the more sexually frustrated. he was molding your walls to only fit him, to only be able to feel him and only him.

you could’ve sworn all hell had broken loose when he latched on to your arms and pulled them behind you. while intertwined, your pretty nails claw at his forearms as a support beam. he was yanking you down every time you came up and you were sure you were past the stage of cumming already.

your tummy was bubbling, but not with the familiar feeling you knew from before. this time, it was powerful— more than any orgasm you’d ever produced.

“fuuuck nanami! m’ cumming! m’ fucking cumming for you, baby!” your squeal and with another sharp thrust, you shut your eyes and braced yourself for the intense pressure to your stomach. all you heard next was small droplets staining both nanami’s lap and the wooden floor beneath you both. tears sat pretty at the brim of your eyes and you were sure the world around you was white.

“that’s it, pretty girl. let it all out, i’m here to clean it up. make all the messes you want, nothin’s gonna’ amount to the one i’m gonna’ make inside of you.”

his dirty talk felt more like a promise as he continued to fuck upward into you. each tap to your cervix had you crying out new profanities, making nanami’s eyes flicker in awe. although he couldn’t see your face, the man had enough memory to know exactly what you looked like when you were blissfully overstimulated.

face scrunched with your mouth held agape, whiny little noises your mouth incoherently let out, and sweat making your skin glisten with glee. most of the time, nanami didn’t even think you were on planet earth— too dazed and fucked out to dare open your pretty eyes.

“i hope this isn’t too much for you, sweetheart. don’t want my little bunny passing out on me. i haven’t even gotten the chance to fill you like i promised.”

by now you were barely able to keep your head up right. the arch in your back was in need of readjusting and your sighs had become heavy. it was only then when the poor man felt bad for you.

you were just so sleepy and weak, ready to be put in a warm bath to finish off the night, but you were determined— and when you were in that mindset, there was no pulling you out of it.

“can you make me cum, love? please- wanna’ give it to you so bad.”

his sweet words seemed to have worked. fixing your posture, you rested your back against his chest, both of your feet planted on either side of him as your legs are left spread. his cock was still inside of you, your eyes drawn to the pretty sight between your thighs.

nanami’s chin met the space between the side of your neck and your shoulder, peeking over to look at what’s got your undivided attention.

“well, would you look at that..so fucking beautiful.” nanami then sticks two fingers into his mouth, setting them up for your puffy clit. he reaches a hand down to rub at the bud while also resuming his hip thrusts. you had absolutely no choice but to keep your gaze right where it was.

you moaned watching his thick cock split you open within just a few movements. your cream was costing him more and more each time he disappeared inside of you, “o-oh my god! that feels s’good n-nanami. feel like i’m gonna’ cum again.”

he was turning your pussy into mush, his cock digging so deeply into your core he could leave an outline along your walls.

“i told you i’d clean up the mess. i just wanna’ make you feel good, yn. just let it happen.” even while fucking you messily, the man was still so gentle and attentive. his only drive of continuing being to get you to cum for the second time tonight.

and you too had that idea in mind.

“cum inside me, my love. it’s yours.. it’s only yours- please!” you beg and beg until you can’t anymore, using all of the strength you had left to bounce up and down on his cock again. this beside nanami’s praises had you feeling, yet again, ready to burst.

that same feeling from earlier had made its way right back to you— and nanami felt it too. “i’m so proud of you right now, baby. so, so proud. look, you’re doing it again- just for me,” he gasps. his words were all you needed to hear— your cunt erupting around him one last time.

nanami followed behind you, spilling his seed straight into your womb. he kept thrusting and thrusting, trying his best to fill you with as much as he possibly could. you were draining him and sucking in every last drop until he had nothing else to give you.

“take it all, baby. k-keep it in there for me,” he groans softly, giving you one last pound to the cervix. as nanami pulled out of your cunt, you were mesmerized by the beauty of your work. his cock looked like it’s been dipped in cream; your slick covering him from the base all the way to his tip as he softens down.

“i love you, baby. did so well for me.”

you couldn’t even send him words of affection back due to your eyes batting shut. the next thing you knew, you were sprawled on the sofa with a snoring nanami right beside you. by now you’ve been cleaned up, as well as the couch and floor. a new pair of christmas themed pj’s hid your figure— nanami wearing the same.

he really did clean up after himself.

deciding not to wake him, you simply get up from your spot and make your way toward the bedroom to finish what you’d started earlier — gift wrapping.

although the clock hadn’t touched midnight, you’d already seemed to have been given the wonderful gift of nanami kento, and you wouldn’t change it for the world.

tags : @venusflytrapstar @kamikat @honeyxluv

#𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔫 𝔴𝔯𝔦𝔱𝔢𝔰 #merry chrimuh #nanami x black!reader #nanami x female reader #nanami smut #nanami x y/n #nanami kento #jjk smut #jjk x poc!reader #— jjk <33

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creamflix · 2 months ago

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nanami kento x female reader; 18+ content, minors or blank blogs do not interact. heavy corruption kink, housewife reader, established relationship — masterlist here ☆ part two here

nanami watches you from across the room, his arms crossed, fingers lightly tapping against his sleeve, but his mind is far from calm. the way you move — so effortlessly, taking care of the little things, tidying up without a single complaint, always making sure everything is perfect for him — for him.

you’ve always been like this: so devoted, so soft, so patient. it stirs something in him, something warm and tender, something that makes him want to pull you close, wrap his arms around you, and tell you how much he appreciates every little thing you do. he could imagine it so easily — coming home after a long day, slipping off his tie, and finding you waiting with that gentle smile, always ready to make his life easier.

he exhales, leaning back slightly, his eyes still fixed on you. you’re perfect — too perfect sometimes. it makes his chest ache, a strange mix of gratitude and guilt settling in his gut. you deserve to be doted on. he knows that. he wants to spoil you, treat you like the delicate thing you are, because you’ve earned it. after all, isn’t that what you want? to be cared for, cherished?

and yet.

beneath that gentle affection, there’s something else simmering — something darker, more primal. because you’re too perfect. everything you do is so good, so pure, so eager to please, and it drives him mad. you don’t even realize what it does to him, the way you look up at him with those wide, adoring eyes, as if he’s the center of your world. the way you always make time for him, always make sure he has what he needs. it makes him want to ruin you.

his jaw tightens. you’re so sweet, so obedient, always so willing to do anything to make him happy. it makes him want to see just how far that sweetness goes, how much you can take before you break under the weight of his desires. there’s something intoxicating about the thought of you — a perfect little housewife, eager and pliant, who would let him do anything.

the image flashes through his mind before he can stop it: you, beneath him, breathless and disheveled, still wearing that sweet, innocent expression as he takes you apart, piece by piece. it’s a stark contrast from the domestic bliss you embody every day, and that only makes it worse — better. the thought of you still trying to be so good for him, even as he wrecks you, even as he turns you into a mess, it gnaws at his restraint.

he swallows hard, his fingers flexing at his sides. it’s wrong, he knows it’s wrong. you deserve to be treated gently, to be cherished like the good, devoted partner you are. but god, the idea of pulling you into his lap, of sliding his hand between your legs, of feeling just how wet you get from being praised — that’s what twists the knife in him.

he clenches his jaw, a low, frustrated breath slipping out. he should be better than this. he should be content to simply adore you, to let you bask in his affection, to keep his hands gentle, his touch careful. but his mind keeps drifting, lingering on the idea of corrupting that perfect little housewife image you’ve built for yourself.

and it’s not just the fantasy of it — it’s the knowledge that you’d let him. that you’d look up at him, wide-eyed, cheeks flushed, maybe even a little embarrassed, but still willing. you’d let him do anything, wouldn’t you? because you love him that much. because he’s the only one you’d ever let see that side of you. and that knowledge — that power — it unravels him.

his hand twitches, fighting the urge to reach out, to pull you into his arms and decide right here and now how this is going to play out. part of him wants to pull you close, kiss the top of your head, tell you how much he loves you. but another part — a much darker part — wants to shove you against the nearest wall and see if you still look so perfect with your hair messed up and your lips swollen from his kisses.

he’s so lost in his thoughts, so wrapped up in the push and pull of it, that he almost doesn’t hear you.

“nanami?” your voice pulls him from his reverie, soft and concerned. you’re standing there now, looking at him with those wide, sweet eyes, head tilted ever so slightly. “what’s wrong?”

his heart stutters in his chest as your words register. he hadn’t realized how long he’d been standing there, watching you, trapped in the maze of his own desires. your gentle question echoes in his ears, grounding him, and he shakes his head slightly, trying to clear the fog in his mind.

he opens his mouth, ready to say something — anything to brush it off — but instead, his gaze lingers on your lips, and the words stick in his throat.

“nothing,” he murmurs after a beat, his voice lower than intended, a little rough around the edges. “just… thinking.”

you smile softly, and it’s like a knife to his chest — because you have no idea what kind of thoughts are racing through his mind.

he straightens, swallowing down the lingering heat in his throat. his lips twitch into the barest hint of a smile, but his eyes still burn with something unreadable as he glances away.

“maybe later,” he finally says, his voice deceptively calm, but there’s something darker, more dangerous, beneath it. “we’ll see.”

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peachsayshi · 11 months ago

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ domestic diaries

minors / ageless / blank blogs dni

ೃ⁀➷ notes: I saw this gif (top right image) & wrote a post about nanami getting turned on seeing his wife in an itty bitty tank, and I cannot get this out of my head. I need this man to **** ** until I'm ******* and ******. this is very self indulgent. forgive me lskjfd

ೃ⁀➷ tags: smut; masturbation; oral (f receiving); nipple play; p in v; rough sex; reader wears glasses

feb 3 - 8:31 pm

"look at how wet you are-" nanami exhales, a strand of gold kissing his forehead. the muscles of his strong stomach flexing when he unfastens the last button of his shirt. he pulls the fabric over his broad shoulders, taking in your hungry eyes roaming all over his body. rough hands instantly trail to the belt cinched around his waist. you whimper when he loosens the buckle, your fingers circle over your clit just a little faster as you watch him yank the leather band out from between the loops.

"n' you're hard..." you softly pant, licking your lips which only continues to exacerbate your husband’s madness to have you.

he palms over the prominent tent that's formed against his slacks, his length stiff from the sight of coming home to you earlier. you were innocently standing in the kitchen, wearing your black thigh high socks and a pair of shorts along with an itty bitty tank top that did nothing to cover you. midriff out, nipples prominent. your hair a mess, and your glasses resting comfortably on the bridge of your nose.

it was in that moment when the realization struck nanami. when he pondered when was the last time he taken you to bed. both of your schedules have been busy. neither of you have been in the mood for making love, too worn out from the stresses of every day life.

so, his reaction towards you shouldn't have been that much of a surprise. he just wished that he noted the dry spill that's hit your relationship a little bit earlier.

"hi, baby", you sweetly greeted with a smile, as he stood there dumfounded with admiration. "you're home late, I was worried you might miss dinner-"

nanami loosened his tie, swallowing the hard lump that formed in his throat as his skin scorched with heat. he can feel it prick the tips of his ears, singe the the highest parts of his prominent cheek bones, and burn it's way down his neck. he stalked towards you before you allowed yourself to get distracted, and circled his arms around your waist to pull you in for a kiss.

you were taken aback by the urgency, but you soon melted in his arms and found yourselves in the sanctuary of your bedroom.

nanami smiles - an angelic grin, full of reverie. you have to press your lips together to stop yourself from pathetically moaning at the gesture.

your husband doesn't make it easier by treating his exceptionally attractive self with such nonchalance. so completely clueless by the power he has over you.

he boldly stares at you, eyes falling to the peaks of your breasts, the tips furiously prominent against your tank top and begging for attention. he followed the path down the lower half your naked body, to the triangle between your legs where you were fingering yourself in anticipation. half your legs were still concealed by your thigh high socks, your glasses slowly falling down your nose.

he drops his shirt to the ground, bringing those fingers to push back that infuriating rogue strand of hair that carelessly fell. he cups your knees, his thumbs stroking your socks lovingly as he nestles himself between your legs. his jaw twitches when you spread your lips for him, your arousal strings of sweet sugar. nanami leans forward to peck you tenderly at the source of your desire, and the sound that travels out of your throat is so desperate he nearly cums on the spot.

"shit-" you curse, your hands moving to rest on your lower belly so nanami can touch you as he pleases.

he uses to fingers to spread the petals once again, before placing his tongue flat to broadly stroke up your slit. his eyes flutter close and the drawl of his hum is deep, sending a shiver up your belly. you bring one hand to the locks of his hair, massaging his scalp lightly as you keep the strands from falling over.

"haven't tasted you in a while, my love," nanami sighs. his hot, heavy breath fanning your cunt.

he dives in with no mercy, making your hips buck into his face while he fucks you with his mouth. he pays extra attention to your clit, sucking on the bud and flicking his tongue back and forth, and back and forth, and back and forth...your fingers dig into his scalp, your upper body nearly off the mattress as you hold him close. when nanami slides two fingers in to stretch you out, your eyes simply vanish to the back of your head. you're so soaked by the time you orgasm, tremors shaking your clenched thighs that nearly squeezed your husband's head.

you taste yourself on your tongue when he kisses you. it's sloppy, wet. completely primal. nanami only stops to remove his slacks, rbefore eadjusting your position when he climbs on the bed.

"take your glasses off," he commands, and you oblige as you place them by your side.

he flips you over, lifting your hips and creating a lovely slope on your spine. his hands graze over the socks pinching the meat of your thighs, and he widens your stance before aligning the heavy tip of his cock to your entrance.

your words are reduced to vowels, and when your husband gradually pushes himself against your folds, you release a long cry as you grip onto the sheets for support.

"oh fuck,-" nanami purrs, before pulling back and rutting deep into you. "uh-you feel s'good, s'warm..."

"kento-" your whine out his name pornographically, which makes your husband thrust into you even harder, "kento, more...please, please, please-ah~"

your tank top rides up as your body rubs against the mattress, your sensitive nipples brushing over your cool bed sheets. he's usually so gentle when fucking you, calculative even - but not tonight. tonight, his movements are unrelenting. whenever that mushroom head hits your sweet spot it has you seeing a cluster of white stars in your eyes. the sound of skin slapping skin echoes all around you, with nanami's grunts following in harmony. he's rough when he holds your hips because he's unable to hold onto any self control, because you're sucking him in, and milking his cock.

you anticipate the soreness to come.

when you orgasm a second time, tears prick your eyes from relief - it's been so long since you've had your husband inside you that you forgot how pliable you become in the process. he's so close now too, his flow staggering as his hipsstutter, until he finally releases his full load inside you.

it takes you both a few minutes to gather yourself. you can feel your husband grow soft inside you. you turn around to face him when you finally detach. sitting upright on your knees as you circle your arms around your neck, and bring your face in front of his.

you moan into a kiss, his own hands cupping your breasts chastely, his thumbs swiping over your pebbled nipples.

he rubs his nose over yours, his lips finding your cheeks as he kisses you. "you okay, my love?" he asks, always the gentleman for checking in. "m'sorry if I was rough, I..." he sighs, stealing another kiss from your lips before whispering, "I didn't realize how long it's been..."

you sniffle, your body coming down from the rushed high. "m'okay, kento..." you dreamily reassure, your lips seeking his own for another kiss, "that felt so good..."

"yeah?" he smiles before nipping at your bottom lip with his teeth and tracing that dangerous mouth down the curve of your neck. "felt good for me too, baby..."

you're like sand between his fingers, slipping through the cracks of lust and love. nanami leaves a trail of kisses down your collar bone, moving further until his lips circle over the tip of your breast.

you hiss when he sucks on it, using his hand to cup the weight. the sensation of his thumb makes you pulse between your legs, and you gaze down to watch him slowly pull away to release the bud. his eyes stay fixated on your chest, a small string of saliva connecting from your nipple to his bottom lip. he uses his thumb to wipe it away, stroking the hardened peak.

"want to keep going?" he speaks in a hushed tone, lifting his head up and resting his chin against your chest to gauge your mood.

"yeah," you sigh, wanting nothing more to ride along this intimate dance until your bodies can no longer keep up. "yeah, let's keep going..."

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