#the way u described everything at the bar was so vivid omg every emotion felt intensely FOR SURE

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intoxicating | nanami kento

He's not the type of guy who picks up strange women at the bar. He's not really even the type of guy who goes to bars in the first place, but when his friends drag him along for a night out, he's glad he accepted their invitation- especially when he sees you.

Tags: f!reader, alcohol use for both nanami and reader, hooking up, unprotected sex, oral sex (female receiving); 2.8k words. a repost from an old blog. divider by @/saradika

Nanami is quiet most of the time. It's nothing new, really. He's rarely talkative or loud, and anyone can tell that each word he speaks, he chooses carefully. Not because it's hard for him to voice his thoughts, but because he believes there's no need to waste anything. Time, money, emotions, food– everything has a purpose, a use. Even people. He's no-nonsense with it all.

Until he meets you.

He doesn't quite understand the pull you have, the way you made him suddenly stutter and forget how to use his tongue. And his brain. It infuriates him, if he's being totally honest, and he doesn't quite know what to do with the sound of your voice in such close proximity. He watches the shape of your mouth as you smile and laugh across the restaurant, deep in some titillating conversation with your girlfriends at the bar. Under the soft, yellow glow of the lights strung across the ceiling, you look like some kind of angel, and he finds that right there and then, he has to know you. 

"...what do you think, Kento?" His companion smirks, cocky and totally aware that he isn't paying the least bit of mind to the conversation at their table. "Pretty crazy, right?"

Nanami nods absently, loosening his tie because he suddenly feels like he's suffocating. The room is too hot, the conversation too loud, the wine has gone to his head. 

“Which one?” Gojo asks, following Nanami’s line of sight to where you sit, leaning against your best friend, laughing loudly at something the bartender said. His eyes flit to Nanami’s, then back to you. “Ahhh, she’s a cutie. Well don’t be weird– go say hi!” he says with a swift clap to Nanami’s back. 

Nanami clears his throat and reaches for his wine. “No,” he counters, though it’s all he can do to keep himself in his chair at this point. Your laughter rings out again, and he shifts his posture. It’s intoxicating. 

“If you don’t, I will!” Gojo says, and the others in his party roll their eyes and laugh lightly. He talks a big game, but he’ll respect his friends. Most of the time.

Nanami pushes his chair away from the table and claims a need to use the restroom, but his companions know he’s lying. Of course, he does head that way first. To piss, to wash his hands, to straighten his tie and scrub his face. He grips the counter and leans toward the mirror. Get a hold of yourself, he thinks, then takes a deep breath and tries to be as casual as possible as he reenters the restaurant, taking a detour to where you sit. Conveniently, there’s a space beside where you and your friends have gathered, and he leans his side against the bar, flagging down the bartender to order something stronger. Gentleman’s Jack. Neat. His back is to you, but he smells your perfume and his head spins again. The bartender brings his drink and Nanami tells him to keep the change as he slides a bill across the counter. He notices your conversation has taken on a hushed tone, and one of your friends tells you not-so-subtly to turn around. 

He stands and takes a step back, turning slightly toward you, drink in hand. Up close, you’re even more stunning. Your eyes are a little glassy from the drinks you’ve had and your smile is syrupy and easy, but he’s certain he’s never seen anyone more beautiful in his entire life. He almost hates himself for it– he’s not a man who gets hung up on physical appearances, but there’s something undeniably magnetic about you. 

You look at the crystal tumbler in his hand and giggle, lifting your own drink in a mock toast. “You’re a whiskey man, huh? It suits you.” You wink, and his breath hitches in his throat. 

“I’m spending the evening with an insufferable friend. I needed something strong to cope.” It’s the most he’s spoken all evening, but he’s not going to admit that to you.

It makes you laugh. “I like your honesty,” you say, tipping your glass against his before chugging what’s left. He watches your limp wrist push it back across the bar. 

“Need another?” he offers, raising a hand to flag down the bartender again.

You scoff, but your smile says otherwise. “Are you trying to get me drunk, misterrrr…”

“Nanami. Kento. And no. I think you’re doing a good job of that yourself,” he says. It’s quick and pointed, and your friends have suddenly become very interested in each other’s shoes. 

“Well, I’m pleased to meet you.” You tell him your name, then prop your elbow on the bar, leaning into the palm of your hand as you look up at him. “I’d love another drink, thanks.”

From across the room, Gojo flips Nanami the bird and sticks out his tongue.

“I’ve never seen you here before, Mr. Nanami. Kento.” You giggle and cross your legs, sitting up a little straighter when your drink is delivered. “Are you from around here?”

He nods and sits on the stool next to yours; one whiff of his cologne, and you’re glad you’re sitting down, too. “I don’t get out much these days.”

“A homebody. I bet you’re one of those guys who doesn’t see the use in going out and spending money when there’s food in the fridge, aren’t you?” Your tongue is loose, and you’re just spouting now, making any kind of conversation with this attractive stranger just to keep his interest. There’s a fleeting little pinprick of worry that you’re being obnoxious, but by the way he’s looking at you, he doesn’t seem to mind.

“An astute observation. What else do you know about me?” he says, a gentle smirk blooming on his lips.

Feigning deep thought, you press a finger to your lips and narrow your eyes. “Hmm…you’re also not the type to pick up pretty girls at bars you never go to, right?”

He stares at you for a moment, then nods, taking a long swig of his whiskey. “Right again.”

“I like this game,” you say, wiggling a little on your stool, a giddy, drunken giggle bubbling up from your chest. One of your friends tickles your back a little– a question, a need for reassurance that you’re alright. You reach behind and squeeze her fingers, pulsing twice. I’m fine, you say without speaking. She squeezes back and releases, nodding to your other friend with a smile and a wink. “Tell me something about myself.”

Nanami watches the exchange, glad that you have friends who are concerned for your safety. He likes that you have a language of your own that doesn’t require words. There are many other ways to communicate, and he appreciates the quiet ones most of all. “You’re careful– maybe too careful sometimes. You drink to take the edge off. Sometimes you take yourself too seriously.” His brown eyes meet your own, and he smirks. “How did I do?”

Slack jawed, you stare at him. You hold his gaze while you take a drink, then wipe the back of your hand over your mouth. It smears your lipstick, and he reaches over, thumbing it off your cheek. At first, you flinch, but you watch him carefully. “Good,” you say. There isn’t much else you need to say.

At least not with your words.

He doesn't make a habit of picking up women in bars. He is, however, the type of man that once he has his sights set on something, he doesn't give up easily. Thankfully, you've cut to the chase and shown him just how much you like him, which makes him feel a little less guilty for walking you back to his place.

"Are you sure-" he begins, and you cut him off with a firm press of your lips to his, all drunken courage and playful tongue, your hands already slipping under the soft cotton of his button down shirt. There's a cool brick wall at his back, and it makes for delicious contrast to your warm hands. 

Seems you're pretty sure. This, too, makes his guilt a little less heavy. He slides his arms around your waist, broad, strong hands fanning out across your lower back as he bends you back a little your way, deepening the kiss. You squeal onto his tongue and nibble his lower lip. This is reckless for you, too, but your friends wouldn't have let you go if they didn't trust him.

"He's gorgeous."

"So what if he's gorgeous, is he sane?"

"I think he's alright. I didn't get any weird vibes."

"Expensive suit! And he's really well spoken."

"Big hands…"

"Yeah. Wonder what he could do with those."

"My apartment is up ahead," he says, all grit and anticipation. The sounds of traffic blend in with your ragged breathing. The street lamp overhead buzzes and blinks, and the rowdy sounds of other bar goers add to the overall chaos of this entire situation. You're not in your right mind, but nothing has ever felt so right in your entire life. Nanami takes your hand and walks with you. Calm, cool, seemingly collected, while a stormy desire builds inside.

Up six steps, a key in the lock, a slam of the door, and he's got pinned against the door, legs wrapped around his waist, one of your heels dangling from your foot. He takes you apart with his mouth; every inch of skin he's able to reach is covered in ravenous kisses. Fleetingly you think he wants to eat you– quite literally consume you from the outside in. There isn't much left for you to do except hang on for the ride, and you can already tell by the way he's acting that it's going to be a wild one. 

"Hang on tight," he says, gripping the underside of your thighs to carry you off to his bedroom. You take the opportunity to give him a little gift on his neck to remember you by. His hiss when you bite down is delightfully satisfying, and he responds by gripping the meat of your thigh a little harder.

His bedroom is minimalistic. You really hadn't paid much attention to the main living area, but now that you're sitting on the edge of his bed, watching him shrug out of his expensive suit jacket, you notice that he has great taste. Clean lines, warm lighting, solid colors. There's a single leopard print pillow on the bed, and you laugh at the ridiculousness of it all. 

“It matches your tie,” you giggle as you lean back and toss the pillow at him from where he stands at the foot of the bed. If he’s trying to look intimidating, he’s doing a piss poor job. He catches the pillow and studies it with care, an amused grin curling on his kiss-swollen lips. 

“Everybody needs a little pizzazz their life, wouldn’t you agree?”

When he drops the pillow and crawls over you, you don’t see it coming. You were about to say something witty in return, but it’s lost when he pushes his tongue into your mouth and rolls his abdomen down on you; God, his body is warm and firm and you want to just sink your teeth in and get a taste, but it seems Mr. Nanami has other plans. 

He takes his time peeling off your dress, your bra, the pretty silk panties you’d picked out. He saves your thigh highs for last, rolling them down your legs and following the exposed skin every inch of the way with his mouth. He lifts your ankle with delicate care and looks you straight in the eye before kissing his way back up your leg. 

“You’re a work of art,” he murmurs, and you know he means it. And when he lifts just behind your knees to rest your legs on his shoulders and push his mouth against your pussy, you’re certain that he’ll make you feel like one, too. 

He takes his time, this mysterious not-quite-stranger, making sure to spend extra time on the places that have you fisting his bedsheets in your hands, crying out his name amid a string of sacreligious curses. He follows every dip and buck of your hips, remaining buried in your slick until you’re crying for mercy; one orgasm, then another in quick succession. 

“Had enough?” he chuckles. When he presses a curious thumb against your clit, you jolt and shake and push his head away with your foot. “I’ll take that as a yes.” 

You need him on you, over you, inside you so badly your body aches. He’s quick to oblige before you can even get the words out, dominating your space and your thoughts by claiming your mouth in another mind-numbing kiss. This one tastes like you– warm and slick, but his hand is on your cheek and it’s so intimate it brings tears to your eyes. His cock rubbing against your leg feels huge, and when you reach down to stroke him, you’re pleasantly surprised when your hand barely spans the girth. 

“Is that enough for you, gorgeous?” 

A choked laugh is your reply, along with a tilt of your hips and a swipe of your tongue up and over his prominent Adam’s apple. You find a word, too. Just one. “Plenty.”

He eases in, slowly, experimentally even. He’s watching your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, because he knows his size, and though he's never experienced it himself, he's been clawed at and cursed thoroughly by past lovers who pleaded with him to go easy. He's big, for sure. But you've never felt more full. It's heavy and velvety smooth and nestled perfectly inside you, and you're not sure you really ever want to be anywhere else that isn't here. 

"Ready?" He is, and he moves without waiting you to reply. Feeling you quiver around him makes him borderline angry. He needs to move, and he needs to move now. He needs the friction, the satisfaction of dragging himself along your insides, watching as he disappears again and again inside you, lost in the way your body seems to rise like gentle waves with each thrust. You wouldn't know it, of course, but he's one of the most stoic, put-together kind of guys you'd ever meet. Straight laced, no-nonsense, always poised and put together, but perpetually exhausted. World weary. The kind of guy you meet in a fancy bar and think: He just needs a good, hard fuck. 

Good thing you're here to help with that.

Nanami is intense, but he's focused on you as much as he's riding the high of his own pleasure. You're fine with a little vanilla missionary, but when he folds your legs up against your ribs and really starts to rut into you, that's when you really lose your mind. He does, too, and it's obvious in the way his balls are slamming against your ass and he grunts with each piston of his hips, his pretty blonde hair damp with sweat and beginning to stick to his forehead. 

He doesn't warn you when he comes, but you feel it in the way his cock twitches inside you, and you're gripping his forearms to stay grounded through your third orgasm of the night. There are stars on the ceiling for a few blissful seconds, then all you see is the top of his head when he collapses onto your breasts, breathing heavily, arms wrapped fully around your body like he's not about to let you go anytime soon.

For a little while, you just breathe. You smell him. You trace patterns along his skin and furrow your brow a little at each tiny (and not-so-tiny) scar. Part of you wants to ask him, but you're afraid he wouldn't tell you the full truth of it. So you vow that if you see him again after tonight, you'll ask. 

"What's the protocol here?" he asks, face buried in your neck.

"Hm? Protocol for what?"

"Do you spend the night, or do I send you away with cab fare?" He shifts so that you're able to breathe a little easier, but your laughter kind of throws a wrench in that. 

"Excuse me? Are you kidding me right now?"

His brown eyes widen, and he lifts your chin as he lies there, propped on an elbow, naked and relaxed. Now that you're not quite as drunk, you see him a little clearer. His body intimidates you; it's incredibly defined and toned. Nanami is long, lean, and beautiful. "I don't do this. In fact, I've never done anything like this. I'd like you to stay, but I don't want to force you."

You touch his cheek, scoot closer, and kiss his lips so softly that he thinks he imagines the whole thing. "I want to stay."

And you do. He drives you home in the morning (after he cooks you breakfast) and you exchange numbers. He promises to tell you about his scars, and you promise to tease him about cab fare.

[sungbeam]

hi friend as your biggest fan u already know im always gonna hype u up so have my lengthy answers to the ask game:

1. My fav fic of yours - flight risk......im pretty sure its the first fic of yours ive ever read but oh god its SO good erics character and everything abt it ??? Had me feeling butterflies so many times i screamed and yelled into my pillow. Also inspired me a lot in my writing slump and like... i dont wanna be cheesy but helped me mentally bc i read it when i was having a rough time 😭👍 but also PARTY PEOPLE !!!!! so good. SO so good. oh and also the sunwoo hoodie drabble owns my ass i reread it like 5 times already

2. My fav chapter in my fav fic of yours - not my fav fic but the kiss scene in the practice room in off the record ??? slaps

3. The best character youve written for - swing my way eric honestly. so authentic to him imo TT i just adore his character in that fic a whole lot.

6. Something i remember vividly - that scene from flight risk when eric asked sunwoo if he wants to go skate w them and sunwoo goes "no, im down" and eric is like wtf and so sunwoo goes "no, im down. laying down in my bed" or something (the memory is not 100% vivid as u can see) but I legit slapped my knee that was PEAK COMEDY for me

7. Something that made me emotional after reading - that one chapter of somewhere only we know when intak describes how he wishes he could hear his brothers voice sometimes because if he missed him in that way maybe it would hurt less. That whole series is...very personal to me in sense of grief :,)

8. What i like the most about your writing - THE UNIVERSES U CREATE and like. The friendships and the characterization of each character and how theyre all their own person and not just a tool for plot. Also your comedy in fics it always has me giggling

9. A fic im excited for you to post - sangyeons love in unity fic bc i need to know whats up w that secret gf

12. A fic of yours ive reread - hoodie talk LMAO

13. Have i talked to anyone else abt your fics - yes i fangirled to my friend abt u multiple times also we talked abt rhapsody anonymous after it came out 😭👍

YOU. i will actually ksbfkenfkndkfnf 😭 i love u, bar !!! ur support of me has literally been the saving grace to my writing motivation; every time i write something, i always have u in the back of my mind and i wonder what you'd say/react and if you'll like it 🤧

makes me really happy to hear that my writing helped you through a rough time in your life 😔 i wrote party people and flight risk and even hoodie talk during a ,,, emotionally stiff part of my life where i felt super isolated and emotionally constipated, so it's good to know that the feelings i wanted translated *were* translated correctly, if that makes sense

HELLO I LOVE THE PRACTICE ROOM KISS TOO SKFNDKFNJFNF sorry coughs uhm haha def not like biased or anything *looks away*

OMG THAT LINE FROM FLIGHT RISK 💀 i actually thought i was so clever for that one, thank u for mentioning it and sknfkd YAY thank god u found it funny 😭😭 IN GENERAL, the fact that u find me funny at ALL is like ,,, im punching the sky rn im actually celebrating 🤧

ik i prob said this in the reblog of that one chapter of the intak fic, but that series also holds a really tender place in my heart :') grief is one of the things i feel like isn't written abt very much here, and i always seem to leave traces of it wherever i go, so it's nice to know someone can connect to the grief theme </3

thank you thank you thank you for all you've done for me (more than you even know), and for just being so flippin cool :'))) 💖