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The idea that Kento liked this situation and got aroused, although his partner is teasing him, is THROWING NUCLEAR BOMBS INTO MY MIND!!!

I always have this notion that men only get aroused because of their partner's appearance and never crossed my mind that they can get turned on from touching their bodies JUST👏🏻LIKE👏🏻US👏🏻

Don't come at me, I am still a virgin and haven't dealt physically to such extent with men

ANYWAYS, THANK YOU @pseudowho MWAH💋💋💋

You think Kento would appreciate a slutty chest squeeze from his beloved? Like I want them. His male tiddies. His pectorals. I want to like run my hands on his chest while I rest my head against it. That feels so good. I wonder if he’d appreciate some sultry praise from his beloved as they like, look up at him through their lashes and bite their lip a little bit and as they run their hands on his chest.

I dream of coming home and slapping his ass and being like “Good afternoon slut” I wonder if he’d be appalled. Or like squeezing his chest and groping his body while he cuts vegetables in the kitchen or something. Idc I need my Husband he needs a nasty lil wife like me

(I would honestly not be anonymous but I cant have this shit linked to my username😭😭 LMFAO)

Well I refuse to answer this until I can see your username

If I'm gonna whore myself out on this place, why I gotta do it alone, huh

Cowards, all of you!

Mwah,

-- Haitch xxx

:(((( nanami brainrot is real, I forgot how much I loved him

Nanami Kento with an S/O who is a stay at home mom headcanons.

Nanami x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, sfw

Nanami, who doesn’t say anything as he sets his jacket on the hook and slides into his house shoes. He picks up his son, pressing a kiss to his soft hair, breathing in his sweet scent. He can see the relief in your eyes that he’s finally home. It’s been a hard day. The baby is cutting new teeth, tearing the house apart and both of you are on the verge of another mental breakdown. He keeps the baby cradled in his arms as he wanders over to you, pressing his lips to your forehead.

Nanami who doesn’t say anything but whispers a simple, you’re so beautiful, into your hair. He can see the way your shoulders sag in relief that the baby has finally stopped crying now that his dad is home. It’s quiet and you lean your forehead against your stoic husband’s shoulder as the silence finally starts to ease the throbbing in your head. He brings one arm around you, tucking you close as he trails his fingers up and down your spine lightly, soothing you as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Nanami, who guides you to the couch and forces you to sit. You subconsciously reach for the baby and he cuts you a sharp look. “No, I’ve got him.” No other words leave him as he brings a throw blanket that was haphazardly tossed on the couch over your legs. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids and then your nose. “Rest please. I’ll be back in a few moments.” He cups the back of your head and rubs his fingers on your scalp, your eyes closing as the pressure in your head lightens even more. Within seconds, you’re relaxed back into the couch, not quite sleeping, just dozing as he moves away from you and makes his way to the baby’s room.

You don’t know how long you’ve been out, but you wake to the sound of the front door opening. It’s late evening and you sit up, relieved that your head ache is gone.

Nanami, who’s taken the time while you were napping to get the baby dressed and slip out quietly. He’s taken him for a walk in the baby carrier, keeping the small boy strapped to his chest while he walks down the street to your favorite take out restaurant. He’d never tell you, but he’s agitated with himself that he somehow didn’t notice sooner how tired you were. His work takes him away a lot and can keep him away for hours or days at a time. You’d never once complained, just always greeted him with a smile and kiss when he walks through the door. You never once complained when your son was born, taking on motherhood almost entirely by yourself some days. How did it slip his notice that you were wearing thin? That you were burning both ends of the candle and about ready to fall over. Looking down at his wide eyed curious infant, he promised himself he was going to be involved more. Help you more. Make sure that you were taken care of too, instead of you just taking care of them.

Nanami, who hasn’t noticed you’re awake yet, so you stay there, studying the two most important men in your life. He still hasn’t made a move toward you yet, calmly setting take out bags on the counter. It seems like it’s been a few hours since he left and the baby is now sound asleep in his carrier. Nanami still hasn’t noticed you’re awake, but he just simply put the baby to bed. Upon his return to the living room, he graces you with a smile as you blink up at him. He brings you food, making sure that you eat and hydrate. You two talk quietly about your days, and it shocks you when he sets down his chopsticks, reaching across your small coffee table to take your hands in his.

Nanami, who apologizes for neglecting your needs lately. For failing to notice how tired you’ve been. Nanami who slides you into his lap and brushes your hair back off your shoulders as you stare at him wide eyed wondering just what the hell he’s talking about.

“I haven’t been grateful enough for all that you do for me and our son. You take care of the house, him, me. You do it all with a smile and don’t ask me for anything in return and I feel like I’ve taken advantage of that in the fact that I’ve failed to notice how tired you’ve been. How much you’ve needed a break.” Your eyes well with tears as he speaks, the fact that he recognizes how hard you’ve worked filling an ache in your heart you didn’t even realize was there. You start to cry, grateful that he’s recognized just how hard you’ve worked to keep them both happy.

Nanami, who runs you a bath, undressing you and setting you down in the tub. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders, washing your hair for you. He massages you, his large hands working out every muscle, ridding them of tension and knots. He worships you, loving you so gently and fully that you’re putty in his hands. You’re completely and totally relaxed all tension gone.

Nanami, who dries you off with a huge fluffy towel and carries you to bed. He strips himself of his clothes and slides in the sheets next to you, stroking his fingers up and down your spine. You tuck yourself into his side, eyes drifting closed as he continues to soothe you.

Nanami, who watches as your eyes drift closed, your face completely relaxed in sleep, rosy lips parted as you breathe softly. He stroked his fingers over your cheek bones and jawline, satisfied that for at least tonight he’s made good on his promise.

Nanami, who in that moment, promises himself yet again that he will cherish you, love you, show you his appreciation for all that you do. For the way you make him the best version of himself. He kisses your forehead one final time before he himself drifts off to sleep, his heart full of your love. It’s a soothing knowledge to him that that’s all he’ll ever need.

Arrange Marriage Husband!Nanami

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, NSFW under the cut, smut, oral (fem receiving), arrange marriage, fem!reader, not proofread

MDNI

divider by @saradika-graphics

AMHusband!Nanami whom you court for a month before getting married

AMHusband!Nanami who takes you out on multiple dates trying to get to know you

AMHusband!Nanami whom you kiss for the first time at the altar

AMHusband!Nanami who sleeps on the couch outside for the first few nights

AMHusband!Nanami who is the most respectful man you have ever encountered

AMHusband!Nanami who makes your favorite breakfast (he asked your friend about it) the morning after your wedding

AMHusband!Nanami who asks you “are you okay?” every once a while

AMHusband!Nanami who makes your comfort his top priority

AMHusband!Nanami who sings your praises at every family gathering

AMHusband!Nanami who buys you a dress and takes you out on a date at a fancy restaurant on your one month anniversary

AMHusband!Nanami who buys you a huge bouquet of your favorite flowers (yes, he remembered what they are from the time you told him about them during one of your dates before your wedding) that night

AMHusband!Nanami whom you end up kissing at the doorway of your home once the night is over

AMHusband!Nanami who then carries you to your bedroom and lays you down on the bed ever so gently

AMHusband!Nanami who plants kisses all over your face, gently trailing them down to your jaw and then neck

AMHusband!Nanami who then peels off the dress he bought you, leaving you in your matching underwear set

AMHusband!Nanami who tells you you are the most beautiful woman he’s ever laid his eyes on as he sinks to his knees and spreads your legs

AMHusband!Nanami who rubs your pussy through your drenched panties before taking them off and settling his head between your legs

AMHusband!Nanami who eats you out like it’s the last meal of your life and groans against your pussy, sending vibrations through your clit

AMHusband!Nanami who gives you the best orgasm you’ve ever had using only his tongue

AMHusband!Nanami who tells you “tonight is about you” when you reach out to him

AMHusband!Nanami whom you snuggle up to as he caresses your hair while you fall asleep in his arms

AMHusband!Nanami who kisses you every chance he gets after that

(kinda self indulgent but-)

Nanami knows your beauty routine like the back of his hand. How you keep your nails, your hair, your skincare, make up, body care etc. But he especially knows that you’re a stickler when it comes to hair removal. He thinks it’s interesting that sometimes you’ll forgo him making love to you because you’re “you’re not prepared”. Rambling off some excuse about how you haven’t had a chance to shave or see your waxer.

Nanami, of course, will never argue. It’s whatever you’re comfortable with. But he sees how you ease the more you trust him, the more you grow comfortable in your relationship. You don’t even bat an eye when he loops his fingers around the strings of your underwear, drags it down slowly - the tip of his cock leaking with pre cum and brows raising when he sees tufts of hair on your pubis.

It’s only when he gently grazes his fingers against your mound do your eyes shoot open. You clasp your fingers around his wrist and squeeze, “wait, I forgot-“ you blurt, half ashamed.

But he knows you’re in heat, takes a second to drag his fingers up against your slit.

“I’m not ready for you,” you insist, pushing yourself up on your forearms only to watch your lover pull his digits away, your slick coating the pads in glittering strings.

“I beg to disagree,” he teases, eyes on yours while his fingers move to his lips to taste your arousal, making you pulse from between your legs.

His moves one hand to your pelvis, gently massaging his thumb against your hip. “You know I have no preference, right?” he ensures, “I just want to eat you out and fuck you as I please. But I won’t do it if you’re uncomfortable.”

His touch on your hip burns your skin. You can feel yourself getting wet. “I don’t want you to stop,” you whisper after a few seconds, and Nanami smiles.

He kisses your belly button, creates a path down your lower belly and over your mound. His lips circle over your clit, his tongue rubbing the bud. He throws your legs over his shoulders, and feasts.

nanami kento comes home on a saturday afternoon, hands full of groceries and hair freshly cut. in the distance, he hears his precious wife humming along to her favorite soundtrack. you must not have heard him come in. he smiles to himself, setting the groceries on the counter, but not unloading them. that can wait. right now, he wants to hold you.

he slips out of his shoes, padding quietly to the laundry room where you are folding towels. you have your back to him, headphones lodged in your ears. as nanami gets closer, the music bleeding from your headphones becomes audible. he chuckles softly. no matter how many times he tells you it's bad for your ears, you insist on listening to your music at just below full volume.

snaking his arms around your waist, you jump at the sudden contact. nanami presses his chest against your back as you take out your headphones, leaning into his touch. you sway in silence for a moment, nanami resting his chin on your shoulder. when you turn to face him, your expression changes at the sight of his hair.

"your hair," you state dumbly. "you cut it."

"yes," your husband muses. "is there something wrong with it?"

"no, no!" you assure nanami, studying his hair. "i just wasn't expecting it. you normally have me do it, which you know i don't mind doing."

"i know, but i didn't want to bother you on your cleaning day."

your expression softens at his words. nanami, your ever loving, ever caring husband, always thinking about you before himself. you reach one hand up, smoothing the hair down the back of his neck. as you bring your hand up, the freshly cut hair pricks your palm, and nanami lets out a low hiss.

you immediately apologize, pulling away. "did that hurt?"

"yes, but it's okay. it felt... good," nanami confessed. "... do it again. please." his voice is thick and demanding, and you obey without hesitation.

this time, you use just the tips of your fingertips to graze his undercut, beginning at the base of his neck. his breathing quickens as you continue to to run your hands through his undercut, going up and down, switching from one hand to both, thumbs caressing the sides of the cut. the laundry room fills with his melodic whimpers and faint groans. his eyes are shut tight, teeth digging into his bottom lip.

"fuck..." he cusses lowly.

"you okay, nani?" you giggle, stopping momentarily. his eyes flash open, pupils blown. "kento?"

"let's go to the bedroom," he insisted, grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the master bedroom. you barely have time react before nanami pushes you back on to the bed, practically ripping your leggings off.

"kento, what are you doin-" you try to protest, his hands clamping around your wrist and bringing them down to grip his hair. his head disappears between your leg, lips latching around your clit. involuntarily, your fingers tighten around his sharp undercut. he moans into your cunt, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your body.

from then on, nanami kento always got an undercut.

Imagine riding Husband Nanami!, he would have his big hands on your hips, guiding you up and down, whispering breathy praises in your ear.

"doing s'good for me, darling.." he would whisper, licking a strip up the back of your ear, one of his hands sliding up to pinch your puffy and sore nipples from when he was harshly sucking and licking them.

Husband Nanami! Loves to pinch your clit when you accidentally moan to loud, trying to help you conceal your moans so you don't get a noise complaint from your apartment manager. He just cares so much for you, he would never want you to get kicked out <3 (he secretly does though, he wants you to move in with him, so he can take care of you forever)

Husband Nanami! Is the best at aftercare, he would clean his cum off you with a soft wet rag, singing praises as he does. He would run a nice hot bath for you, with bath salts and lit lavender candles. (I soul-y believe he loves the smell of lavender) *he would help you get in the bath and bring you your favorite snacks, and even get in the tub with you <3 he's quite big, so you end up sitting on his lap <33

Husband Nanami! Is the standard guys <33

Reposts are appreciated !! (Eat these up cuties!! I have more c(u)ming!!

POV you cat-called Nanami while he was changing