Nanami Kento X You - Tumblr Posts
"Amoris"
A/N: I miss my husband y'all. Made this as an oc x canon thing but I took out any names or descriptions so it can be read as x reader. We all deserve soft Nanami
Content: blind reader, female reader, post Shibuya - Nanami lives, they're enjoying their time in Malaysia now, soft Nanami
Word count: 978
Warnings: Scars? Besides that, nothing.
Long arms of midnight blue embrace the once azure skies, taking them into their slumbering hold. A soft light emanates from the young moon hanging overhead, drawing and calming the breathing waves that swallow up the beaches lick by lick.
The sight is one of its kind, and one the two dreamed off for years beforehand. They could only dream about how refreshing the salty air would be, and how the sound of the sea would lull them to sleep every night, how the summer rains will water the plants hanging from their windows and how lovely it would be to hold hands through all of it.
Nanami’s calloused hands draw the long curtains over the window after catching one final glimpse of the view outside, humming along with the tune that plays on the phone radio. When he turned to face the bed he saw her sitting comfortably against the headrest, a young little tabby kitten taking much interest, and taste, in her fingers as it let out playful yowls and meows, nibbling at her digits. His beloved giggled, her eyes pointed downward but staring at nothing, the small little scars that sprawled around her eyes had faded, but they were still there, and proof of what hardships she faced. Long lashes flutter shut as she gives up on trying to get the kitten off of her hand, simply letting one fingertip stay lodged between its small pointy teeth, feeling how he tried to chew and bite. “Kenntoo” she called into the air, hearing him move about, his humming following him along. He always seemed to make it a point to do his activities a bit louder than he needed to, simply to let his presence be known to her so she knew he was still there.
“Yes, my dear?”
“It’s time to go to sleep, I hardly got hold of you the entire day today” says (Y/N), breathing in deeply and letting her sigh fall heavy from her lips, as if to make a point. The kitten in her hands lets out a meow that sounded more like a squeal instead, making him turn his head to the two on the bed. “See? Even he agrees, he’s calling you over- Na Na Miiiii” she teases, barely hiding a smile from her lips as she feels the kitten's body, turning it around to face away and lifting it up into the air. Her smile widens as she feels Kento’s big hands take the kitten from her, inevitably touching her own hands. “You both seem so needy today, I can’t have been absent for that long, right?” The bed dips beneath his weight as he takes a seat beside her stretched legs, and the kitten is promptly placed into his lap for a short while. Big strokes over the little furry head and body leaving the kitten purring loudly. She nudges his hip with her foot when she finds it, asking for more attention to be cast to her.
“We had a perfect chance to sleep in this morning, yet you got up so early. And for what?” she points her words at him, curling her knees to her chest before scooting closer to where she felt him, one hand stretching out and landing on his bicep first. Then the hand crawled up to his shoulder, holding herself there. “Besides the kitten surprise, what else do you have going on?” she asked with a soft sigh, squeezing his shoulder as if that would squeeze and answer out of him. He chuckles, letting the kitten jump to the floor before he turns his body towards her, taking her hands in his. “What could I have going on? I can’t keep anything from you, even the cat was hardly any surprise” “Only because he was meowing from his box” “Pfft”
“But no, seriously. You’ve been working a lot.. and I miss you, Ken” Her voice had mellowed out, and with his guidance she made his lap her seat, her hands climbing up his chest before cupping his cheeks. The feeling has her smiling bigger, her heart catching up in her throat. One hand can feel the scarred skin from the burns he had sustained, and the other is met with smoother skin, both equally warm to the touch, both his cheeks lead up to the brows she mapped out with her fingertips before moving to his temples. He falls silent, holding his words on the tip of his tongue as he lets her touch his face.
Her fingers go to his hairline, carding through the golden locks before dropping to his earlobe, and with a fingertip on each side she traces the high cheekbone up to the base of his nose, and then a single finger goes to his lips, and he swears he can feel his heart leave him completely. It escapes his chest and runs to her embrace. Finally, he moves, taking hold of her wrist to keep it still while he kisses her fingertip, and gently he turns her hand over to show her palm so he could place kisses onto it. “I missed you too, so much” Kento replied, taking the other hand to and making her cup his cheeks again while he turned his head and kissed this hand and then the other, maneuvering them how he saw fit, showing love to each hand that held him so delicately, much delicately than he believed he deserved.
Nanami pulls her closer in his lap, and before he could initiate it, he already felt her soft lips find a corner of his own. Both of them burst into a quick chuckle that gets muffled by a proper kiss, now landing on his lips and it quells their feelings of yearning.
“Mm, let’s get to bed now, hm? And I can tell you what I was up to today, alright?”
I didn't write in a while, so I hope this is alright <3
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glitch
ivy's note : taylor i'm begging on my knees for a glitch x dress mashup. dividers by @/cafekitsune.
content warnings : no curses/modern au, (drunk) friends to lovers, transition to dress if you can spot it
this wasn’t supposed to happen.
this had to be a mistake, and yet, here you were.
never once did you think that you’d end up in such a compromising position with your colleague—let alone the man you thought you had no chance with given his prestigious reputation in the company.
you were supposed to sweat nanami out, but as his large hands settled on either side of your waist, every coherent thought reminding you that your relationship was strictly professional faded into an indiscernible buzz at the back of your head.
it was easy to blame it on the drinks served at the corporate dinner, but maybe it was something more—something unbeknownst to the two of you. after all, you weren’t entirely out of it, and with the sliver of sobriety left in you, you wouldn’t pull just anyone back to your hotel room.
"kento..." you sigh hazily, your wine-tinged breath mingling with his. "how did we get here...?"
he pauses, looking at you with lidded eyes. his fingers, diligently thread through his silk tie to pull it loose, letting it drape over his shoulders.
“those damn drinks satoru ordered,” nanami huffed, shaking his head as he backed you up against the nearby wall. “tasted like shit. you’d think a man like him would have standards.”
“right, that explains why you downed the whole bottle.” you quipped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck, the illicit act drawing the room taut with palpable tension.
up close, your gaze wandered over his face, admiring every crease and line etched into his broad features. his blond locks clung to his forehead, slick with a thin sheen of sweat at his brow, while a flush of crimson tinted his pale cheekbones as your fingernails grazed the spiky patch of his undercut.
“i could ask the same of you, you know,” nanami mumbled, each syllable laced with caution. “why are we here?”
your mind raced through the question, but as the alcohol’s haze began to lift and clarity settled in, the answer became elusive. nanami's touch—intimate, tender, and far beyond what even a best friend would do—kept you grounded in the moment.
maybe you really were falling in love—true love—and god, did it feel like he was too. drinks or not.
with your inhibitions still at an all-time low, you decided to go for the kill. the weight of hesitation lifted, and before you could second-guess yourself, you leaned in—closer, daringly so. "i don't want you like a best friend," you admitted feverishly, the sweltering heat of your breath radiating against nanami’s face.
"you're drunk."
"and i'm not even sorry."
"you do realize that this will cost us our job."
"you're not denying me, are you though?
nanami hesitated, his muddy eyes searching yours. god, were you persistent. "i should be."
"but you won’t," you whispered teasingly, craning your head to the shell of his ear, daring him to make the next move.
calculated, his lips hovered just above yours, and at that moment, the weight of consequences seemed to fade into the starry twilight.
"i won’t," nanami finally admitted, succumbing to the heat of the moment as he closed the last sliver of distance. "not if anyone finds out.”
i think there's been a glitch.
AWWWW
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento
yuuji accidentally calls you mom
contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059
“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”
kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.
a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.
so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.
“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”
yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.
“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.
“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”
he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”
there's an elongated moment of silence.
you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.
all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“
“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“
though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”
you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.
kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”
you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”
kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.
“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.
yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.
“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!
kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.
“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”
"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."
kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.
though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.
you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”
yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”
kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”
you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.
"you should be nicer to your son, kento."
kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."
you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.
but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.
"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.
kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."
THIS BACKSTORY IS SO CUTE
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento
you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento
contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k
when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy.
yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone.
“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school.
“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.”
you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would.
with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?”
he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.”
“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful.
yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.”
the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.
you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner.
there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.
you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that.
you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you.
“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.”
you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities.
your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him.
but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento.
your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body.
“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”
you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked.
he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?”
you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.”
kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you.
“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.”
kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.”
you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses.
“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.”
“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.”
“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.”
“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…”
kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?”
the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”
“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student.
kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.”
“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?”
you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time.
“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.”
“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?”
you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation.
“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone.
but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s.
yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love.
a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.”
“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?”
“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.”
yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!”
“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”
“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.”
yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.
“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.”
“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.
“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”
kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.”
“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!”
ACK THIS IS SO CUTE!!!! PAPA NANAMIM🥺🥺🥺
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ HOME COOKED MEAL — nanami kento
you bring itadori home for dinner & he gets to see a different side to kento
contents. aka you dig up some teenage photos of nanami, fem!reader, husband nanami, fluff, yuuji being your adopted son, i haven't watched the new ep (& i won't) but there is enough nanami angst so i am here to fix that — 1.7k
when you got ready to leave the school, your jacket on and bag tugged over your shoulder, you passed yuuji itadori in the halls, his expression suspiciously similar to a kicked puppy.
yuuji perked up a bit as you walked by, offering you a small smile and a wave. and though you considered heading on home for the night, eager to see your husband, you slowed, hesitant to leave the poor kid all alone.
“everything okay, yuuji?” you asked, frowning as he rested his elbows on his knees, studying a stain on the floor of the school.
“hm?” the teenager glanced up, eyes bright and wide. his sweet smile was back on his face, so innocent and kind. for someone who had been through so much already, he was more caring than many people that you’d met in your life. “oh, everything’s fine. everyone’s just out on missions, so i feel a little…” he pulled up one shoulder in a shrug. “useless.”
you knew it must have been hard for him, being a student that wasn’t quite like the others, having to train a little differently, adapt differently. but yuuji took it in stride, and he handled it better than any normal person would.
with a nod, you secured your bag around your other shoulder, shifting your feet. “it’s just going to be you here tonight, then?”
he hummed, sticking his hands in his pockets as he leaned back against the wall. “i think so. some of the others might be around, but they’re resting up.”
“oh.” though you were certain yuuji had no qualms about spending an evening on his own, the thought of it made you feel like you were leaving a kitten out in the rain. almost pitiful.
yuuji waved before you could say another word, smiling, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “have a good night! i’ll see you tomorrow.”
the car ride was spent listening to yuuji tell you story after story, the boy opening up to you in a way that he hadn’t quite related to any of the other sorcerers, even gojo.
you smiled to yourself, enjoying his stories as you wondered how to tell kento that you were bringing your student home for dinner.
there was still a bridge to cross between them, and though you knew they both liked the other more than they let on, kento hadn’t quite connected to the boy like he wanted to.
you hoped that by inviting him over, yuuji would see that kento, truly, wasn’t as intense as he let on. he was sweet, caring, and he did have a sense of humor… even if gojo didn’t really believe that.
you led yuuji into the house, and stopped him when you heard the sound of kento in the kitchen. his mission had ended earlier than yours, and he’d offered to cook tonight; there would be more than enough food for the three of you.
“i’ll be right back,” you said, tapping yuuji on the shoulder. “let me go tell kento you’re here.”
you’d considered letting your husband know before you arrived, but you hadn’t wanted him to protest. kento would try to make a fuss of having a guest over, even if it was only yuuji, and he certainly didn’t care about formalities.
your heart skipped when you reached kento, his back turned, finishing up the meal that was steaming on the stove. even just standing in the threshold of the kitchen, you were overwhelmed with all of your love for him.
but it didn’t take much… it never had. you’d always been sickeningly in love with nanami kento.
your footsteps were soft as you snuck up behind him. “kento,” you said, just above a whisper, snaking your arms around his waist. you kissed the muscles between his shoulder blades, listening to the steady thrum of blood pumping through his body.
“hi, sweetheart.” he’d heard you approach, and he turned, eyes softening when he glanced at you over his shoulder. “everything okay at the school?”
you nodded, squeezing him tighter. even though you’d seen him just a few hours prior, it felt like a long time—time apart when you were battling curses always dragged as you worried for each other’s safety. “did your mission go okay?” you asked.
he took your hands from around his waist, bringing them to his lips softly. “everything went fine. dinner’s almost ready so—” then, he noticed your guilty expression, one that you were clearly horrible at hiding. “is something wrong?”
you smiled innocently. “no! i just… brought a guest.”
kento’s eyebrows raised, his smiling falling quickly. “well, you could’ve told me before.” he sighed, shaking his head as he turned around to face you.
“sorry, i thought i’d surprise you.”
kento’s lips drew into a thinner line. “honey, please tell me gojo satoru is not in my house right now. he’s not welcome here anymore, because the last time he almost destroyed our fucki—” kento glanced up, his words falling away as he glanced over your shoulder. “itadori. hello. i didn’t realize you were there.”
you turned, releasing kento as yuuji gawked back at you. he’d caught in such a loving embrace with kento. yuuji’s normally stoic teacher was in the middle of swearing, blonde hair tumbling over his forehead. kento had replaced his suit with casual wear, and his contacts had been taken out. in place of them were wire-rimmed glasses.
“nanamin!” yuuji gasped. “you look so different.”
“yes, well, i apologize for my apperance.” kento sighed, looking at you from the corner of his eye. “i wasn’t aware we were having guests.”
“one guest. its just yuuji,” you said, poking him in the middle of the chest as his professional tone returned, so easily taking over. “i don’t think he cares what you’re wearing.”
“no, i don’t!” yuuji backtracked, eyes wide as he shuffled forward. “no, you look cool, you don’t look so…”
kento raised his eyebrows, amused, even if yuuji couldn’t detect the humor in his expression. “so what?”
the boy’s cheeks turned pink, embarrassed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “um—”
“you don’t look like you’ve got a stick up your ass.” you said, voicing yuuji’s obvious thoughts as you kissed kento on the cheek with a short laugh. of course, it was only to embarrass him further in front of his student.
kento feigned a scowl, but didn’t push you away, his gaze firmly planted on yuuji. “that’s because i try to keep my relationships at work strictly professional.”
“really?” yuuji grinned, stuffing his hands back in his pockets, his posture relaxing as he grew more comfortable in your home. “not very professional to marry someone you work with, is it?”
you laughed loudly, already caring so deeply for the boy that you’d known for such a short period of time.
“that was certainly an accident,” kento muttered, but his fingers lingered on your spine, tracing each of the bones. “i’ll have you know we were not working together when we got together.”
“really?” yuuji’s curiosity spiked. “how long have you been together, then?”
you thought back to when you were teenagers, when kento had a haircut that he had since regretted, and smiled mischievously. reaching into your pocket, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through old photos, back from when you were just kids, the images grainy and of much lower quality than the ones from your recent vacation.
“hey, don’t show him those!” kento protested. he reached for your phone, but you scrambled under his arm, stretching your hand out to give yuuji the device. “itadori, don’t—” kento’s voice held a hint of panic, his cheeks hot with embarrassment as he grabbed you around the waist, trying to stop you from giving yuuji the phone.
but it was already in yuuji’s hands, and you laughed loudly, knowing that while you looked a little more awkward than you did now, your appearance had changed near as drastically as kento’s.
yuuji squinted his eyes at a sixteen year old nanami, blond hair long enough to reach his eyes, dressed in an all black ensemble, an earbud in one ear. kento was hardly smiling, but you beamed next to him in the photo, dressed more childishly than you were now, but just as pretty. the image from when you still fumbled around each other, unsure how to admit that you were both in love.
a roar of laughter left yuuji as kento’s expression fell, and he released you, snapping the phone out of itadori’s palm. “that’s you, nanamin? no way. how did you…” yuuji glanced between you, squinting his eyes. “well, i guess looking at you now it makes sense.”
“i know,” you agreed, covering your smiles with your palms. “we looked a little silly together back then. i saw the potential in him, but satoru certainly loved to make fun of us, didn’t he, ken?”
“i have absolutely no desire to relive those days.”
yuuji laughed. “you were just like fushiguro, i bet!”
“scarily similar,” you agreed, as kento rolled his eyes beside you, putting your phone in his pocket to keep you from scavenging any older photos to share with the kid. “and he still loves to listen to—”
“don’t finish that sentence or i’ll save this dinner all for myself.”
yuuji eyes flew up to his hairline, but you just snorted, knowing that kento’s threats were about as scary as a puppy.
“he’s still sensitive about it,” you whispered to yuuji. “gojo and his friends made fun of him all the time.”
“oh really. just me?” kento retorted under his breath.
“you must have been pretty popular, then!” yuuji grinned. “if you were friends with gojo. he said all the girls in school loved him!”
kento made an irritated sound, stirring the spoon roughly against the pot. “well, satoru is the last person you should listen to. he has an ego bigger than the sun. and my wife is leading you astray. she was not similar to satoru, she was painfully shy, and it took weeks for either of us to talk to each other.” kento took the pan off the stove, peering over his shoulder at you. “and she is very lucky i love her too much to dig up any embarrassing stories of her.”
“well, stories about me aren’t that interesting anyway.” you laughed, pointedly turning your back to kento. “yuuji, the good news is, i’ve got some more photos in kento in the old photo books. let’s go see them!”
DREAM BABY
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ pairing: Nanami Kento X fem! Reader
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ contents: Nanami dreamed having a baby w/you
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ warnings: false pregnancy, Nanami sad:(
↷ ⋯ ♡ᵎ requested: yes/no;
KENTO REMEMBER IT ALL.
He remembers how small hands would cup his cheeks and kiss his nose. Small feet pattering the wooden floor of his house, how her bose would scrunched at something that icked her, small but high pinch voice calling for him with a smile on her tiny face.
"Papa!"
Kento would smile and crouched down with his arms open and lift her up, spin her around, causing her to squeal and hug her. Nothing felt happier for him, it feel like the first time he went to Kuantan with you all over again, but it's every day.
"Papa, I love you this big!" She showed him her arms spreading, showing him how much she loves him.
"Papa love you too, Yuki."
And then he woke up, still in dazed. He looks in his arms to see you still asleep, light snore escaping you. He slowly got off the bed without waking you up and walked out of his room.
Still in dazed, he walked down the hall and opened the door to his daughter room and was confused. Where are the pink paint and small bed? Where's Yuki? There was no pink paint on the walls, no flower patterns wardrobe, no plushie, no child. Just an office. His office.
That's when he realised he didn't have a daughter. That dream felt so real.
The day continues on with you noticing how he' look like he's in a deep thought, the two of you laying around your now made bed. You were a bit shocked when he decided to lean his head on your chest. "Ken? What's wrong? You've been acting weird this past hour." Your hand going up and down on his back and climbing to his hair and start caressing it.
"I had a dream."
"What dream?"
"A child," his eyes shut tight and leaned more to your body.
Your eyebrows furrowed, what child? It took you a moment to realise what he meant. You sigh with a smile, "Did you dream we had a child?"
It took a while before he gives a small movement.
"A girl or boy?" You asked him.
"A girl, named Yuki."
"What did she look like?"
"She's a very loving and bright child like you. She would scrunched her nose at greens, very spoiled, she likes to be picked up a lot, she got your nose and smile." He explained to you while you comb his hair with your fingers. "She's got my hair. She also likes it when I put her hair in a ponytail."
"Eyes?"
"Mine but with your eyes shape."
"She sounds beautiful. Is that why you walk out of our room? To check on her" You asked him, making him jolt and look up from your chest.
"We're you awake?"
"Just for a moment, I woke up when you were by the door before falling back asleep."
He hum and muttered a sorry.
"You know I did once dream I had a child too," This topic interests him, "In my case, I dream I was pregnant and I had a boy. Very trouble making, keeps bringing back insects into the house telling me to meet his new friends."
Kento let out a small laugh, amused at your son in your dream.
"I remember how empty I was when I realized the child wasn't there, didn't exist. I cried that day because I missed that child." Kento brings your hand to his lips, pressing kisses to the inner of your wrist. "I'm guessing we're going to talk about having kids after this?"
"As long you're ready, I'm happy with that."
"It's not gonna be easy to raise a baby."
"I'll help you through it."
This dream sure brings the topic that you've been doing to discuss with your husband. Unknown to the two of you, both of you wanted to grow a family together quite long before Kento's dream.
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the taste of you
kento nanami x fempov reader - MDNI 🔞
(content warning: 18+ NSFW, female pronouns and genitalia, sweat kink? is that a thing? LIGHT SOMNO / waking up to sexual advancements.)
(this is slow just like the time it took me to write it)
Kento had felt so terrible for not installing the AC in your shared bedroom sooner. Work had been so terribly busy for both of you, and by the time the evening came, there was nothing him or you wanted more than to sleep.
Granted, the windows were open and the fan was on, but it hardly mattered at the times you actually woke up. At night, the room was blistering from the heat of the day, and by morning, the sun had started cooking the room already.
But you weren't one to complain, no. Never complaining about any of Kento's promises- because even if it took him a while, he would keep them. Your perfect husband. The fact that he knew you weren't mad made him feel even worse.
Kento awoke before you each day- he was an early riser, while you were a night owl. It was lucky enough that your jobs made room for that in your schedules as well, letting him go to work bright and early and you able to rest for as long as you want before clocking in.
He sat up in the bed, not needing to peel away from you much to begin with because of the heat. It was already something over 70 degrees in there, and in your sleep, you had sprawled out, wearing a tank top that had drifted up along with a pair of panties. Even one of your socks had gone missing in the night- he thought it was adorable. You were adorable.
You had given him permission to wake you up to his dick in you a long time ago. The idea of him needing you so badly he couldn't wait for you to wake up was arousing. And while he had been hesitant at first, he came to understand the appeal when you'd squirm on his tongue sleepily and moan his name half-conscious.
Kento hummed in admiration seeing your nude body splayed before him, soft and practically glistening in the morning light. Subconsciously his hand went to cup your cheek, a warm smile on his lips that matched the heat of the room. His other hand trailed along your abdomen, relishing in the feeling of your plush skin beneath his fingertips.
Then his honey brown eyes widened. Slowly, a small bead of sweat rolled from the peak of your breast to the valley between them, threatening to continue a path down your abdomen to your stomach. It was encapsulating, and he felt himself frozen amidst the heat of the sun, which made you seem to glow to him. You were already so perfect, now covered in a light sheen of sweat.
Your body was so pretty and cute. He couldn't restrain himself from settling his hands gently on your sides, gripping them lightly as he leaned down closer, practically hovering over you. You had a scent that was so utterly you, intoxicating. Here you were in your sleep, your body trying to cool you off in your otherwise peaceful slumber to no avail.
But not to worry. Kento would help his ethereal wife since he had so unfairly forgotten about the AC. His eyes traced along the shimmering peaks of your chest, and before he could think any longer his tongue darted from his mouth, licking gently at the sensitive, but flat bud of your breast as you slept.
He almost moaned- you tasted a bit salty, but still utterly you. He could even taste the sun on your skin as it beamed upon your perfect body under him.
"Fuck, my love," Kento whispered, before wrapping his lips around your nipple, sucking and licking away the heated flavor of your skin, his hand going to circle your other nipple, the soft dampness of your skin allowing the pads of his fingers to trace your skin with ease.
He slowly released your breast from his mouth, admiring how the peak of it hardened in the warm air in contrast to his hot tongue that had just been pressing against it. Kento smiled in satisfaction, leaning to do the same to your other nipple, before his gaze turned.
That damn bead of sweat that had made him so feral in the first place.
It slowly started to roll down your abdomen as you breathed, and before Kento knew what he was doing, his tongue had caught it, licking a stripe up your skin to copy the roll of perspiration's original path.
Fuck, he was so hooked on you. Your sounds, your taste, the feeling of your soft skin- he could hardly think, drunk off of merely worshipping your body. Before he knew it, he was kissing along your body, his hands gently kneading the softness of your waist.
It was only his low moan that he couldn't contain as he pulled down your panties, seeing the sight of your wet core (he knew it was from the heat, it'd be unrealistic to imagine he'd made you wet in your sleep, right?) that made you start to stir, your hand moving to find his head at your pelvis. Your sleepy fingers threaded through his hair, your half asleep mind registering the feeling of Kento in your hand and happy he was there, and that was all.
Kento hummed, knowing he was playing with fire. He could wake you up, and you'd be groggy, but he'd be sure to reward you. You'd have no time to think about how hot it was without the AC if you woke up to his tongue soothing your clit.
With two long digits he spread your folds, his tongue flicking along the area around your swollen, warm nub. He was trying to get a rise from you, to stir you further, and it worked, your fingers curling in his hair like an involuntary flex.
"Ken, wh-" Your shaky, drowsy voice was cut off by a whine leaving your lips, his own lips having wrapped around the sensitive bud between your legs.
"Good morning, my love," He mumbled against your warmth, his tongue snaking between your folds, which made you shudder. "Did you sleep well?"
If it was any other morning, you'd have mumbled some groggy nonsense about the lack of AC having woken you up, but the heat clinging to your body right now felt much more pleasant. Just as Kento intended.
"Mm, yeah, f-fine," You retorted breathily, your back arching a bit for him as Kento eased a finger into your slit, the digit curling and flexing to ease you into the feeling.
He smiled- it was always his smile, the way his lips curled up and his eyes crinkled that made your heart skip a beat and flutter- along with another part of you fluttering around his now two fingers unraveling you.
"That's good, darling." Kento murmured happily, pressing a kiss to your clit as though it was the most normal mundane thing to do in that moment. You sighed, feeling your body heat up further, but not from the temperature of the room. At least, not entirely from that- not when he was making you feel so spoiled and pampered, his beautiful girl.
Your husband always made sure you woke up feeling your best. Even if he had forgotten to install the air conditioning again- was it on purpose?
... part two??
HELP I DREAMT ABOUT THIS INSPIRED BY THE FACT THAT ITS SO HOT OUT AND I DIDNT HAVE MY AC YET-
hii. Okay so I'm kinda timid to ask for this request, but I'll just put it out here. If you don't want to do it it's totally fine and you can ignore this ask
I want to request a Nanami x reader fic where he has to do cpr on the reader. preferably female reader but gender neutral reader is totally fine as well. The angstier the better, but with a happy ending please
||Breathe || written by me
🔞 Nanami x reader| Minors DNI| TRIGGER WARNING 🔞
Tags:Cpr,angst,comfort,happy ending,disphoria,Nanami x fem!reader,night at the beach,drowning,fluff,cheesy
i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes
please reblog 🔁 and like❤️
p.s.:hope you like with a tiny hint of body dhisporia
@muzansslxt
You walk towards Nanami kissing his cheek "can we go out for a coffe?"
Nanami gives you a small smile, gently brushing your hair aside "Of course, I would love to."
You purred against Nanami touch snuggling on his neck "buuut can we take it on the beach?" You asked making those puppy eyes
Nanami chuckles, running his fingers through your hair "To see the sunset, hm?" His voice grows softer, as if imagining the scene "We can take a walk through the sand, see the waves crash… Maybe see some stars as the night falls…"
You snuggle more into Nanami touch "Yes"
Nanami chuckles affectionately, wrapping his arms around you "I know just the spot…"
You snuggled more into Nanami chest purring and cooing
Nanami chuckles, gently playing with your hair "And afterwards we'll find somewhere private…"
Nanami chuckles again, holding you close "Where we can just… Lay down for a while…"
"Snuggling under the umbrella" you added cooing
Nanami chuckles "Mhm mhm… Let's just cuddle and watch the sun fade away together…"
𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹 𓇼𓇼𖦹 ⋆☀︎. 𖦹
The waves crash against the shore, the air carrying the salt of the sea and the summer breeze. Nanami holds you close to his chest as you walk down, the sky a mixture of pinks, reds, and purples. The sun slowly starts to dip behind the horizon, the sea becoming darker as the sky begins to turn. You make your way to a secluded spot away from the crowd, sand beneath your feet and only the gentle lapping of water surrounding you.
You were sitting on the beach towel looking at the waves but not daring to took away your cover up dress,too ashamed of your own body
Nanami sits next to you on the towel, watching the waves crash against the shore. He sighs softly as he gazes at the sea, lost in his thoughts. Then he glances at you "… You know I don't mind if you don't want to take off your cover up… There's no need to force yourself if you feel uncomfortable…"
Nanami sighs, noticing your discomfort, but knows better than to force anything on you, not wanting to makeyou feel even more uncomfortable. He wraps his arm around your shoulders, brushing the hair off your face "You're beautiful the way you are, you know that… Even in your cover up and all…"
"… Plus… It'll look pretty cool if you got a tan while still covered up…" Nanami chuckles softly, gently squeezing your shoulder
Nanami watches your every move as you let the waves splash against your body, your feet slowly sinking into the shallow water. He remains seated, taking in the sight before him, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of red and orange. The sky slowly begins to darken, the waves grow calm, and Nanami can see a plethora of stars beginning to dot the black sky.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?…" Nanami's voice breaks the silence, his words carried by the gentle breeze
"I've always found the ocean to be quite peaceful… In a sense, it's sort of a mirror to life… The waves crashing against the shore… Coming and going… And then there are nights like this, where the ocean is as still as a mirror, the sky above us reflecting the calmness and beauty of the universe itself…" Nanami's gaze is fixed on the sky above you cherishing it
"You know… I've always heard that the sea reflects the sky… So in a sense…" Nanami chuckles "It might as well be reflecting your beauty…"
"… You know… The ocean is a vast and endless place… And yet… No matter where you are, as long as you're looking at it… The view is always the same…" Nanami gently strokes your hair "Much like how I always view you… No matter how many times I look at you… I always see the same beautiful person…"
The peaceful scene of the ocean begins to distort, the waves crashing against the beach slowly morphing into a more aggressive tone. The calmness of the night is suddenly replaced by a frantic scene as Nanami's voice is drowned out by the sound of waves, replaced by cries and screams of despair. He is suddenly thrown into a scene of chaos, watching himself perform CPR as he desperately tries to save your life, desperately grasping onto any bit of hope.
Panicked screams and terrified shouting fill the air, tears and sweat dripping from his face as he presses frantically onto your chest . His heart pounding in his chest, he feels powerless, helpless. Every part of him is pleading and praying to any deity or being, begging for your life to be saved. He refuses to give up, even if he feels like it's a lost cause. He refuses to give up. He refuses. He will not lose you.
"Breathe, dammit! Breathe! Come on, please. Please, don't you dare leave me!" Nanami's voice is strained as he desperately gives you CPR.
And yet… The silence suddenly returns, the cries of desperation suddenly vanishing as the peaceful sight of the ocean returns. He feels… calm again. No longer frantic, he feels… a sense of relief wash over him, his arms no longer shaking. He can breathe. He's at peace. A peace that is suddenly interrupted by your gasping, pulling in a full breath of air. After a couple of seconds, your body begins to stir, coughing out the water that had remained in your lungs. Nanami's arms immediately clutch tightly around you as tears begin to stream down his face.
"Honey, can you hear me?…" *Nanami's voice shakes as he asks, fear still evident in his tone. He grips onto you tight, the sense of relief washing over him as he feels your body move, your chest heaving, breathing and coughing, alive once again.
"My God, you scared me to death, I thought I had lost you…" Nanami murmurs, his voice full of relief, hugging you tightly to his chest. Tears spill out of his eyes as his relief turns to joy. He holds you closer, desperate to make sure you're really alive, to make sure that this isn't just a figment of his imagination.
"I… I'm so sorry…" you mutter,your voice raspy and hoarse. You weakly grips onto Nanami as you're pulled in closer, your body trembling but slowly stabilises itself. Your eyes are half-lidded, barely staying open. Though you're conscious, you still seems to be in a daze.
Nanami holds you closer, gently brushing the hair out of your eyes. "Don't say sorry, shh…" He gently strokes your hair as he continues to hold you close "… I'm just… just glad you're alive…"
"I…" you continued to murmur, but Nanami cuts youoff, gently placing his finger against your lips "Don't say anything more… We can talk later, okay? Right now… all that matters is that you're alive.."
"Y-yeah…" you nods slowly, your eyes still half-lidded, your body still trembling but slowly getting better. You wrap your arms tightly around Nanami, holding him close as you buried your face into his chest. Nanami wraps his arms tightly around you, pulling you close and letting him hold you as tightly as he needs.
"what happend…i just remember you talking and then…"
"Shh, It's alright." Nanami says, gently wrapping his arms firmly around you as he brushes the hair out of your face "I-It was just a wave…. You just… You got caught up in the current… and got carried away…"
"… But your safe and alive now…" Nanami says, gently caressing your hair "and that's all that matters…"
"But what if I didn't make it?" you asked softly, fear still evident in your voice "What if you weren't there?…"
"But I was there." Nanami reassures you, running his fingers through your hair "And I would do anything to save someone I love… Especially you…"
"…" You still seems shaken by the event, but your grip around Nanami slowly loosens, slowly letting go as the adrenaline from earlier begins to wear off. Nanami continues to hold you close, gently strokingyour hair as tears of relief start to stream down his face.
"And I love you." Nanami sighs, looking at you in the eyes "More than anything… So don't ever forget that…"
"I love you too…" you said softly, your voice still raspy, your eyes barely opening. You lean your head against his shoulder, resting in Nanami's arms, exhausted and shaken from the experience.
"Let's just… relax here for a while… Maybe we can go back home in a while…" Nanami says, gently rubbing your back "I'll just.. let you rest…"
Nanami Relationship HC's
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Content: Nanami x gn!Reader HC's
Warnings: None
Notes: HESEHKFJK I'm just a simp. Also, an anon sent me an ask about doing one for Nanami as I was already in the middle of it LOL
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Damn. You caught the attention of the hard-working bread man. How'd you do that?
Anyway
Nanami doesn't like PDA
He also doesn't like Gojo
The most he will do is hold your hand, and that's only if you're walking on the sidewalk or like, at the fair
Behind closed doors I'd say he's a little different. It's not a stark contrast, as Nanami doesn't need a bunch of affection like a certain albino haired bastard and a pink haired sweetheart
love you gojooo, love you yujiiii <3
Nanami is a very sensible person, so he'll understand if you want to hang out with friends instead of a date night (wtf why would you do that-)
Nanami also isn't very clingy. He can survive for a while off of fleeting touches and kisses, but eventually he's going to want more
Probably wont text you too much throughout the day, he is very dedicated to his work after all, no matter how shitty it is
Nanami also doesn't get very jealous...unless the man is Gojo Satoru or Suguru Geto
C'mon, he grew up with those guys, he knows they're still heart throbs in their late 20's
I can't really see Nanami being jealous of anybody else, though. Unless you were slowly giving him less and less fleeting time to be with someone else
Either way, he's sensible about it and talks to you like civil adults
He addresses the situation, asks for reassurance, but then denies ever being jealous if you tease him
Please do not tease him
He acts really unbothered, but he really would do anything for you. Even if he doesn't respond to your texts, he can see them popping up on his little smart watch
It almost puts a smile on his face. It would have, had his coworkers not been around
He can see when you text him about being in danger or wanting him home though, and he'll do everything he can to get sent home early to surprise you
Surprising you is probably his favorite activity
Once he came home, flowers and chocolate in hand. Of course, it had been your anniversary then, but still. You thought he had forgotten
Oh! Another thing with Nanami - he never ever forgets dates. If you do, he'll put it on the calendar for you
On the weekends off of work, he just wants to relax with you. Eat pizza, drink some soda, and watch some shitty action movie to pass the time. This is Nanami's way of "letting loose."
He's not a big party guy, so for things like his birthday, he'd appreciate it if you kept it small - between you and him, though he knows Gojo is going to do something stupid
He might invite Yuji and Megumi to the, rather small, celebration, as he tolerates those two more than Gojo and possibly Nobara. He just doesn't want it being loud, despite inviting Yuji
Megumi keeps Yuji in check tho
Speaking of those two rascals, they'll totally help you pick out presents for Nanami, and then will turn around and help Nanami get presents for you
Megumi and Yuji is your guys' biggest shipper
Nanami's cuddles are more like throwing an arm over you lazily, allowing you to wiggle around if you need it. However, he is a light sleeper so try not to wiggle too much :)
Ooo yes please split it into a 4 hc then another 4!
You got yourself a deal, anon!! Keep a look out for part two!
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Content: Yuji x gn!Reader, Megumi x gn!Reader, Gojo x gn!Reader, Nanami x gn!Reader
Warnings: Gojo LMAO
Notes: I finished the last half of this at 1 am, please forgive my tired writing lol. Part 2
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❥ Yuji Itadori
Oh boy...Yuji FLIRTING?? CUTEST. THING. EVER.
Yuji at first flirts with what he thinks is subtle signs of liking you, but isn't very subtle at all to anyone else
Like randomly grabbing your hand during movies, offering to share food with you and no one else, hugging you, cuddling you, he's basically your unofficial boyfriend
Is suuuper clingy. Always wants to hang out with you, always inviting you over, and for movie nights, and to go eat sushi and browse candy shops with you, etc.
He thinks his flirting style is fine, working in his favor even
But, when Gojo catches on, he's going to try to change his flirting style
"Yuji-kun! You must be suave!" Gojo says dramatically, striking a pose, sparkles appearing around him.
'Where did the sparkles come from...?' Yuji thought before nodding vehemently, striking the exact same pose Gojo is in. "Yes, Gojo-sensei!"
Gojo will try to get Yuji to use pickup lines, but doesn't...coach him on good ones
So Yuji will look up weird ass pickup lines...very basic cringy ones
He'll even pull the yawn and stretch on you, although he does that even before the pickup lines
But the lines make him seem like he either likes you a lot, or doesn't like you at all and is playing a joke
It makes you lay off your own signs, and Yuji is distraught when he notices
He whines to Megumi about it, who then calls him an idiot for following Gojo's advice
"Does Gojo-sensei have a partner?!" Megumi yells.
"No..." Yuji pouts, rubbing his head after Megumi hit him.
"Then don't ask him for partner advice!" Megumi yelled again.
Overall, poor Yuji tries his hardest :(
Please love him
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❥ Megumi Fushiguro
This one has no fucking clue how to go about dating, let alone flirting
Of course he's not going to ask the other, as he affectionately calls them, losers how to flirt with you. None of them have partners
The only one he would really ask advice from, is Nobara. And that's a last resort
He remembers what happened when he tried giving that girl directions...
Actually scratch that, he's not asking Nobara for shit-
He's determined to do this on his own, while also keeping it a secret from the others
The last thing he needs is another dramatic scene
He'll probably flirt with you in the form of complimenting you, especially when you're alone
And it tends to be...only you...
"(Y/n)-chan, your outfit looks pretty today." Megumi says, barely breaking a smile.
"Thank you, Megu-"
"Hah?! Compliment my outfit too, asshole!" Nobara jumps in. "I'm looking extra cute today!"
"Not like them." Megumi says plainly.
Yuji now has to mend Nobara's damaged ego while Megumi whistles and walks off with you.
He'll also let you call him shit like Gumi and Megu or Meg. Only you get to call him by nicknames though, nobody else
Overall he's really shy with it, and will usually sport a small blush as he compliments you
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❥ Gojo Satoru
GOD THIS MAN REALLY GREW ON ME
Fun fact, I have a fear of wide eyes so this man scared the shit out of me at first. But besties now I think hes hot as FUCK
anyways
Gojo is all suave when he flirts with you
He uses pickup lines, but smooth ones unlike Yuji
He also gets really handsy when he does
He loves grabbing your hand as he flirts with you
If you reciprocate his advances, he's going to be very confident and kiss your cheek
Will probably stop at nothing to make you all flustered by the time he's done with you for the day
Probably talks about you to other people, but you'll never know this information
Nanami will probably try to save you, since his idea of the worst punishment ever is being in a relationship with Gojo. He is not nice to this man
He also likes to flash his eyes at you and wink at you, knowing that the eyes is what really captivates other people
Also compliments you ALL THE TIME, no matter what you're wearing
Always inviting you out, always wanting to be close to you
Probably buys you shit as well, especially if it's for your birthday or holiday
I dunno, not much to say about this one lol
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❥ Nanami Kento
Imma be honest, I don't think he flirts-
Probably hits you with one-liners a lot if he does
Blocks other guys from being close to you or hanging out with you, but only while he's with you
You can hang out with other guys, just not when he's around. He wants your full attention
ESPECIALLY if Gojo is around
Although, like Gojo, he probably buys you stuff
Takes you out to nice dinners as flirting
I would be too nervous at a fancy dinner omg
Obviously compliments you, but with IMMACULATE vocabulary. He's a classy man
What a sugar daddy omg I love him-
He also loves describing your beauty in detail
Literally only wants to be around you
He's not too touchy, but he'll give you hugs and cuddles if you ask, but only within the comfort of his home
If he's away on a mission, he'll only bring you a souvenir. Whether thats candy, a little trinket, or a piece of clothing, he's bringing you SOMETHING, even if you tell him no
Its also the same at grocery stores. He'll only ask you if you want anything
"I'm going to the store." Nanami says bluntly, going to leave the room.
"Ooh! Nanami-san!" Gojo bounces on his heels. "Can you bring me a chocolate bar? I'll pay you back!"
"Get it your damn self."
"Nanami?" You speak up. "Can I have a chocolate bar?"
"As you wish." Nanami gives a ghost of a smile before going to leave, missing the smirk you give to Gojo.
"Nanami!" Gojo whines.
This man absolutely buys you bread to flirt with you LMFAOO
I dunno how, or why, but he does. And we love him for it
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Sorcerer!Nanami x Sorcerer!Reader
While fighting a curse you're hit with an aphrodisiac. Nanami comes to your rescue but the effect doesn't wear off after he exorcises the curse, uh oh! [ao3]
cw: dubcon (aphrodisiac), brief tentacle-y curse, hurt/comfort
wc: 2897
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You could do missions like this in your sleep. It was just bad luck, really. Nanami had reluctantly agreed to split up with you after you convinced him things would be much faster this way. And besides, you could handle yourself, you thought. Famous last words, and all that...
The curse had been hidden in the attic, its bulbous eyes glowing faintly in the musty dark. It surprised you, wrapping a long limb around your ankle before you could muster the cursed energy to defend yourself. You managed to cut off the appendage with a sword thrust, but the place where it had touched your skin burned cold. A tingling feeling crept up your leg.
You turned back to it furiously, cursed energy flickering to life in the palm of your hand. But before you could advance, your leg went numb with a jolt. You hit the ground hard, dead weight from the waist down. It must have some sort of paralyzing defense mechanism, one that was steadily creeping up one side of your body.
Four more dexterous limbs shot from the darkness, clamping around your wrists and ankles. You cried out as they pulled taut, lifting you helplessly off the ground.
“Fucking hell. One of these perverted ass curses…”
As you writhed, the appendage curled tighter around your wrists, shifting to hold both above your head in one tentacle-like grasp. The newly freed one snaked its way along your jaw, pulsing steadily forward despite your attempts to jerk away.
Your skin crawled at the contact, a vaguely wet invasion of cool flesh. It pressed against your lips, seeking entrance. You snapped your teeth, trying to keep it out, but it flattened itself to slip past your clamped jaw. The moment it got through, lolling fat and heavy on your tongue, something clicked off in your head. Your defenses melted away, replaced with an overwhelming need.
A trickle of slick oozed slowly between your legs, your cunt suddenly clenching around nothing. A far-off, faint voice in your head begged you to resist, that the curse was using some sort of aphrodisiac to lower your defenses, but the voice faded into silence with a tender caress from the tentacle in your mouth.
You hung limply, eyes half-lidded as your awareness narrowed to each point of contact between the curse and your body. You needed to feel more of it- wanted it so badly you ached. The curse complied, its wide eyes still blinking from the dark corners of the attic as its appendages opened you up, spread and suspended in the center of the room.
Self-preservation fled your body, and your desperate writhing slowed to a stop. The curse’s tentacles slunk down your arms and legs, tugging roughly at your uniform. The sound of ripping fabric seemed very far away.
A fire was steadily building in your gut, licking outward until your whole body cried out for release. You needed an orgasm more than you needed escape, needed air, needed…
Nanami.
The sorcerer appeared in the room like a vengeful god, rage twisting his chiseled features as he spotted you. He swung his blunt sword into the body of the curse where it hid, effortlessly ripping it apart with his ratio technique. He didn’t wait to see if the blow had landed, of course it did, he was Nanami, before running for you with a shout of your name.
Exorcised, the curse dissolved in a slow crawl, wet limbs becoming black char, then emptiness. The curl of slick muscle around your ankles and wrists disappeared and dropped you hard to the wooden floor. You gasped and choked as the tentacle that had been probing your mouth followed them.
Nanami was at your side in seconds, his practiced hands checking for injury. You were too far gone to notice the way he trembled in relief as he found none. He shrugged off his jacket and slipped it over your shoulders, studiously keeping his eyes averted from your shredded uniform.
With the curse’s invasive touch ripped away, you were left even needier, the aphrodisiac burning through your system. You whined high in your throat, blown pupils locked on the sorcerer leaning over you with such concern. His shoulders heaved with exertion, stretching his tight blue dress shirt. You wanted to sink your teeth into the leather of his harness, a suddenly ferocious urge that hurt.
You surged up on your knees, clinging to the bottom of his jacket. Your mind was blank except for the thought of getting him between your legs, using him to fill the impossible void in you. “Nanami.” You panted. “Nanami, fuck me. Plea-hah-please. Please fuck me…”
Nanami pried your fingers off his suit, looking down in horror at your dazed, needy expression. “You- I- what?” He bent down and grabbed your face in his hands, searching for your sanity. His voice was sharp with worry. “Did that thing hurt you?”
You shook your head quickly, frustrated that he was talking instead of shoving you down and filling you. Your legs shook as your cunt spasmed, aching, wet, and so painfully empty. “Not hurt. Just,” you shifted in his jacket to swipe two fingers between your folds, searching for a hint of relief. “Just wanna, need to- fuck I need to cum so fucking bad-”
Nanami staggered, blindsided by your begging. He quickly realized that the curse had done something to you, hadn’t just overpowered you by brute strength. The sorcerer swore under his breath. He had to fix this. He couldn’t linger on how close he was to your exposed skin, the way your blush slunk down your neck to the top of your chest, maybe even lower…couldn’t take advantage of you like this, no matter how many times he had wondered exactly what you looked like naked. What you sounded like under him. The blonde bit his lip hard, swallowing his want.
He knelt down next to you and pulled you into his side, rubbing your back a little roughly as he tried to soothe you. “Listen to me. You’re under the influence of something, a residual part of the curse. You don’t know what you’re saying.” You tried to squirm tighter against him, your hands scrabbling for any part of him you could grab and yank closer. Nanami was gentle as he caught your wrists, folding your clutching fingers into his palm.
“Mmmngh please Nanami, need it so bad…” you whined. “Need-hah- need you so fuckin’ bad…” He swallowed hard and the twitch of muscles in his neck made your mouth fall open.
Heat rushed through his body when he saw you pressed against him like that, glossy lips parted, skin bare under his jacket, your chest heaving with little panting breaths. He felt his cock jump in his slacks and hated himself for it. “Please, you have to listen to me.” His voice cracked. “I’ll help you, get you back to campus, Shoko will know-”
You caught him by the tie and dragged his mouth to yours, crashing into him sloppily. Your tongue lolled against his lips, desperate to taste him, to get inside. Nanami’s eyes blew wide, then fluttered shut as he reached for the back of your head and held you to himself. You felt the rigid planes of his body relax, his lips impossibly soft, kissing you back almost lovingly- before he snapped back in control.
You felt like crying as he tore away from you. “What the fuck, come back, can’t-ah-” Your need was a black hole and you were falling into it, torn apart, spaghettified. “Please help me, please, won’t make it back to-” you shuddered and fell back, head rolling.
That brought him back, corded arms supporting your neck and knees as he lowered you to the ground. When you met his gaze through the swirling fog of your arousal, it felt like an electric shock. “Kento,” you murmured, drooling a little down the side of your chin.
Goddamn it, why did you have to use his first name? He wiped away your drool with the back of his hand, brushed your hair off your forehead. He dragged one hand down his face as he sat down heavily beside you. “Does it hurt? What you’re feeling?”
To your credit, you tried to rally your two remaining braincells to answer him. You cast your focus down your body, trying to name the raw ache that was pulsing in you. “Not exactly p-pain…” you grimaced, pressing your thighs together and lifting your hips, trying to escape the pressure. “A little, maybe? I just-hah- just need. Need more than anything. Can’t- can’t breathe for it.” The incoherent explanation was all you could offer him, unsure yourself if you needed to be fucked, to cum, or just to ride out the ravaging desire.
You tried again to cum against your own fingers, slipping in the sopping wet of yourself when you reached down. Hot tears pricked at your eyes when it wasn’t enough, hardly a bucket on the inferno even when you squelched three fingers in. “God damn it!”
Nanami was staring, frozen, as you fingered yourself. His sharp cheekbones and the tips of his ears were stained a dark red. He groaned softly as you dragged your fingers out, his own fingers twitching to hold you when you arched your back and cried out in frustration. It hurt to see you like this, hurt even more to not be able to fix it.
“What can I do?” He pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, steeling himself to an impossible task. “Tell me what you need, please.” His voice was ragged, frayed at the edges, but he couldn’t keep watching as you suffered like this.
You pressed your hand to your mouth to muffle the scream that a new wave of lust ripped from you. The anxious tilt of his head, the tick of the muscles in his clenched jaw, the way his broad hands reached for you, they felt like blows to the chest. And it hurt so good.
“Kento, please. I’m begging you. Please fuck me- mmmnghhh-” you moaned into your hand, arousal seeping down your thighs, puddling on the edge of the jacket you still wore.
He sucked in a slow breath and pushed aside the jacket to reveal your body underneath. His first, slightly hysterical thought: you really did blush all the way down. You bucked your hips up under his gaze, silently begging him to come closer. He placed a tentative hand on your hip but jerked back when the tiny action made you moan as if he was bottomed out in you. Sweat beaded at his hairline and rolled down his back. Almost unconsciously he whispered, “This isn’t how I imagined our first time.”
It wasn’t how you had imagined it either, and you had imagined it plenty, but the part of you that might’ve cared about that was long gone. You grabbed Nanami’s hand and pressed it against your aching pussy, slicking him in your juices. You hissed through clenched teeth, “Need it now Kento,” and yanked him closer again by his leopard-print tie.
He seemed to understand you that time and shook his head as if making a decision. “This is just to help you, okay? I can’t- don’t know what else to do. I’ll buy you dinner, later, take you out for real. Earn it.” He shifted to free his throbbing cock from his slacks as he made the promise, not sure if you were even hearing him.
Nanami lined himself up with your soaked cunt, sliding his swollen head along your folds. Your arousal collected on the tip, and he stroked himself hard a few times, coating his shaft in your wetness as a makeshift lube. He always had been methodical. He planted his hands on either side of you, caging you in as you writhed underneath him, needing more more MORE.
“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, biting his full bottom lip. True, you weren’t exactly yourself right now, but he wasn’t going to take chances. Wanted to be sure that this was the best he could do for you, right now.
“God yes, wan’ you so bad Kento,” you slurred, lifting your hips to meet him. “Need you to…hah- fuck this outta me…”
He bent down to press a soft kiss to your forehead, sliding inside you at the same time. You shrieked at the relief of fullness, finally, every twitch of his cock and brush of his lips amplified by the aphrodisiac. It felt like you were being broken apart and put back together, your body rebuilt to fit his length perfectly. You instinctually locked your legs around his back, earning a huff of surprise from the blonde as he was bent over you and pushed deeper.
“Are you okay?” He groaned into your hair, dragging himself out ever so slightly before rocking back in all the way.
You clutched at his neck in response, running your fingers frantically over the sharpness of his undercut. The closeness of him was overwhelming you, your senses heightened by the curse. You could smell his aftershave and the vague vanilla of his cologne, taste the green tea he had had with breakfast, the metal and salt of his fear-sweat from thinking he could lose you to the curse. You sucked it all in like air. His hands anchored you to the ground as you bucked and squirmed against him, trying to fuck yourself on his cock when he didn’t keep moving.
The dim haze of your mind worked out that he was waiting for a response still, noticed the twist of his lips and wide, worried eyes behind the glasses. “Y-yes, I’m good,” you panted, still clawing at him. “For fuck’s sake, don’t-ughh- stop! Need more!”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Nanami snapped his hips into you, gripping the softness at your waist to drag you up and down on his cock. He didn’t usually start like this, fuck, never would’ve gotten here so fast, but you all but growled at him if he tried to take it slow or make any sort of love to you. So he fucked you. Faster, harder, obeying your whimpered commands like the gentleman he was.
His long fingers found your clit and rolled it hard, drawing you up and up into the orgasm that had drowned everything else out. He stroked you like he had done it hundreds of times, understanding your body implicitly, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your straining neck. He kept up his punishing rhythm as he worked your clit, his thick cock stretching you deliciously, reaching places inside you that had never been touched. The fire inside you reached its peak, and you thought for a terrifying moment that you’d combust right there, burning up underneath him. Somehow, you went up and over the blaze, coming undone with a howl that was lost in the expanse of his chest as he held you close.
You sobbed his name, and it was that, after all the roughness of your coupling, that pushed Kento into his own orgasm. Ever the gentleman, he slipped out of you when he felt his release closing in and came with a broken groan into his fist. Hot spurts of cum spilled from between his fingers, and he stroked your hair desperately with the other hand, his lips at your neck.
Dimly, he realized that you were still wearing his jacket around your shaking shoulders, and he trembled. Fucking hell.
You blinked up at him, coming back to yourself, the aphrodisiac’s fire mercifully quenched. You still felt high on the afterglow of your orgasm, but the realization of the things you said and the way you acted fell into a pit in your stomach. You remembered what Nanami had said about your first time, and the pit grew spikes. “Oh, Kento…”
Nanami looked at you with such relief when your voice sounded like you again, and your heart melted. He wrapped his arms around you tightly, taking your breath away. “Oh god, it worked! Are, are you alright? God, I’m so sorry.” His lip trembled and he tried to steady himself, looking at you with glassy eyes.
“I’m okay, Kento. Really, I am. And don’t apologize,” you hid your face against him. “Thank you.”
His broad shoulders shook, his harness creaking with the effort. It took a moment before you realized that he was crying. “Kento? I’m okay, I swear.” You pulled away to cup his face, lifting his glasses to thumb away the tears pooling on his long lashes. “I needed you and- I’m the one that should be sorry. I told us to split up,” your voice broke as you started to cry too, and you curled up against him.
You and Nanami held each other tight as the adrenaline wept out of your systems. He hiccuped as his crying softened, and the unexpected sound from the stoic man, somehow stranger than his tears, broke the tension. The two of you laughed, the sound like sunlight breaking through clouds. You used your fingers to shape his hair back into his signature part, pressing a kiss to his forehead.
You leaned back just enough to smile crookedly at him. “I think you said something about taking me to dinner…?”
Nanami x Reader ~ Kento's Stress Toy
feat: fluff and smut, established relationship, body writing, rough sex, loving sex, praise, overstimulation, light bondage // wc: 4170 // [ao3]
Nanami was working overtime again. You both hated when it had to happen, and on a Friday after a particularly long week? Your poor husband would be coming home exhausted and cranky.
Not that he was ever mean to you, of course. In fact, sometimes you wished he would be just a little bit meaner. You fantasized about him taking out his frustration on you, using his chiseled body to fuck you like a pretty little toy.
It wasn’t your fault that he looked so goddamn sexy when he was mad. His brows would furrow, sharp cheekbones somehow even more prominent as he clenched his jaw. His broad hands, always so gentle with you, would curl into fists, and you couldn’t help imagining what it would feel like to have that fist in your hair, yanking your head back as he railed you…
Heat pooled in your belly as you indulged in the fantasy for the hundredth time. You wanted to see that side of Nanami, wanted to feel it. After all, he kept things so bottled up. It would do your husband good to work out some tension, right?
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Nanami was exhausted and beyond tense when he finally came home. He couldn’t shed his work stress at the door as he usually did, his broad shoulders still hunched around his ears as he slowly loosened his tie and toed off his dress shoes.
“Honey, I’m home,” he called as he made his way through the kitchen, smiling tiredly as he saw that you’d put the kettle on for the two of you.
“I’m in here, Ken!” You called from the bathroom, frantically scribbling the last letters of your surprise in eyeliner. You eyed yourself approvingly in the mirror before slipping your clothes back on and heading out to meet him with a kiss.
“I missed you so much,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms. He relaxed just a fraction as he inhaled your scent, tucking his face into your neck. “I’ve had the longest day.”
You hummed. “I’m listening, baby. Tell me all about it.” He followed you into the kitchen, leaning against the counter as he watched you make tea. You pushed a mug into his hands before hopping onto the counter opposite him.
Nanami closed his eyes appreciatively as he sipped his tea. “Perfect as always, my dear.” He sighed, running a hand over his face. “I don’t know what they want from me at that damn office. Actually, I do know, and it’s ridiculous. The sales goals are impossible to meet for anyone with a conscience.”
“Oh?” You had heard this before, but sometimes marriage meant letting your husband repeat himself. And if he worked himself up, so much the better for your little plan.
“Yes. They are. And my boss berated me in front of the whole team for trying to be honest with a new hire about the way things work.” He shook his head, gaining steam. “It’s completely unfair. The whole goddamn system.” Nanami scowled into his mug.
“I’m so sorry, my love. That sounds awful.”
Nanami moved closer to you, nestling himself between your legs and leaning against your chest. Atop the kitchen counter was one of the few places you could be taller than your mountain of a husband, and you never wasted the opportunity. You ran your hand through his hair, scratching gently at his undercut.
“It’s the weekend, my love,” you murmured. “You don’t have to think about those bastards again for a few days. It’s just you and me.”
He softened a bit. “Just you and me, hm? Forgive me, dear. You know I hate bringing work home.”
“Nothing to forgive.” You bit your lip. This is where you’d make your move. “I just wish there was something I could do to help relax you.”
He had been with you long enough to recognize the suggestive lilt in your voice. “Oh, do you? You’re sweet, love. But there’s nothing to be done.”
“Nothing at all?” You ask, tugging at the buttons on his collar.
He tilted his head, wordlessly allowing you access to begin undoing them. You smooth your fingertips over the freckles at his neck, the collarbone constellations you love so much.
You’re halfway down his chest when he catches your wrists in one hand, an apologetic smile on his lips. “I adore you, but I don’t think I’m exactly in the mood to make love. I don’t want any thoughts of work to distract me from you.”
“Who said we had to make love?” You lean back to look him in the eyes as you offer the challenge, relishing the flush that crawls up his cheeks.
“Angel…”
“I mean it, Kento. I want you to use me.” Heat pools in your stomach at the vulnerable words. “Use me to fuck out all your tension, all the work bullshit. I’m all yours.”
Nanami’s wide eyes drink you in, his heart pounding. He couldn’t hide how much your words affected him, least of all how painfully hard he suddenly was, cock jumping against his slacks.
You pressed your hand against his growing bulge with a soft smile. You knew all his weaknesses. “Please, baby. I wanna make you feel good.”
He pressed his forehead against yours with a ragged sigh. “You undo me, you know that?”
You guided his hands to your waist, lifting your hips so he could pull off your shorts. He huffed a laugh against your neck. “Eager, are we?”
You bit your lip, hardly able to contain your excitement as he grew closer to unveiling your surprise. “Yes, take them off already…”
You felt him smile against your skin as he finally stripped them off, rubbing teasing circles against your cunt through your damp panties.
“Those too,” you whined, bucking your hips against his hand.
“Such a needy little thing,” he murmured, gently teasing as he slid them off. You watched his face, rewarded with the sight of your stoic husband’s mouth falling open. His fingers dug into your hips unconsciously, hard enough to bruise, and you loved it.
“M-my love,” he breathed, eyes locked on what you’d written in black eyeliner just above your cunt.
Kento’s Stress Toy.
He released one of your hips to trace the words with shaky fingers, his touch almost reverent. “What is this?”
You smiled up at him, cheeks burning with exhilaration. “It’s the truth. I’m your stress toy tonight, Ken.”
He closed his eyes and swore under his breath. “I…I don’t want to disrespect you, angel.”
“But I want you to,” you whispered. You pulled him closer by the speckled tie that still hung loose around his neck. “I know you love me. And I love you…all of you.” You let your hungry gaze fall on his tense muscles, the way his shirt strained at his shoulders. “I want to feel all of you. If you’ll give it to me.”
He watched as you slowly lifted your shirt, letting your breasts fall out. One was adorned with the word “fuck”, and the other with “doll”, your handwriting curling along the top of each tit.
Nanami groaned , the sound going straight to your aching cunt. He roughly palmed your breasts, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. “Oh, my dear …”
“Your doll ,” you correct, gently tugging his lip free with a smirk. “Will you play with me?”
“God yes.” Nanami scooped you off the counter and into his arms, heading straight for the bedroom as you clung to him and giggled.
You hadn’t even made it through the doorway when he crashed his lips into yours, rough and needy. His tongue swiped against your bottom lip impatiently, pushing into your mouth. “You taste perfect, my love,” he breathed, “but I need more…”
He crossed the room and dropped you onto the bed, shoving a pillow underneath your hips as he rolled you onto your stomach. He settled himself behind you, his weight sagging the mattress so you were pulled even closer to him. He surveyed you with a low groan, drinking in the lewd sight of your ass up and your dripping, exposed cunt.
“May I?” He always asked before he tasted you, but his voice was strained tonight, eyes locked on your glistening pussy.
“ Please, ” you sighed, hardly able to draw a breath before Nanami was devouring you. He was messy , dragging his nose against your slit as he lapped up the slick that was already spiderwebbing between your thighs. When you tensed your legs reflexively he pulled away with a pout.
“Said you were gonna be my toy , hm love?” He held your thighs in a bruising grip and pried your legs apart. “Need to relieve my stress, right?” Your face was pressed against the bed but you could still feel the weight of his stare. He was practically panting for you, and you suddenly wondered if you’d be able to handle what you’d be wanting so badly.
With your legs held out of the way he dove back in, flattening his tongue against your lips in long, languid strokes before licking into your sopping cunt. “Be a good girl and keep these open,” he murmured as he gave your thigh a light smack, grinning as you trembled from the impact.
He brushed the back of his hand against your lips, spreading them open and dipping his knuckles into you as he kept his tongue working.
“Oh please, baby, fill me,” you babbled, but he was already there, sliding two thick fingers into your cunt effortlessly. He pulled his face away to look up at you adoringly.
“Look how good you are for me. Needed me that bad?” His lips were glossed in your essence, a string of slick still connecting them to you as he pumped his fingers with a wet smacking sound.
“Yes, hah-fuck- needed you…wan’ you to use me, angel…”
“I know love, I know.” He added a third finger, grinning at the gasp it tore from you as he sucked your clit into his mouth. “And I will, soon as you come on my face, okay?”
“This is…s’posed to be about you ,” you protested weakly, finding it hard to argue when he had you melting underneath him.
“I know, my darling. So sweet of you to offer yourself as a pretty little present for me. My naughty little wife, knowing I had such a long, hard day…” his eyes darkened, wanting to rail into you right then and there, but he caught himself with the superhuman restraint you so hated and admired. “But first I have to get you ready to take me, don’t I? Want you all warmed up so I can fuck you exactly how I want.”
He pressed sloppy kisses to your cunt, sucking at your clit as he stretched your needy hole around his fingers. Scissoring them in and out of you, heavy-lidded eyes on the way you coated him with your arousal. He reached up to press his dripping fingers to your lips, shoving them against your tongue. “Clean your mess.”
You sucked at him eagerly, ignoring the strain in your neck as you twisted back to face him. He dragged his sharp jaw between your thighs, suckling and nipping at the sensitive skin.
“Come for me, beautiful. Come so I can fuck my toy,” he purred, flicking his tongue against your clit faster and faster in the rhythm he knew you loved.
“Ken, don’t stop, please, I’m…!!” You saw stars as you crumpled into the bed, your orgasm washing over you like a tidal wave. Your legs shook at the force of it, but Nanami didn’t slow his assault, still rolling his tongue over you as you bucked into his mouth.
“ Ugh it’s too much, I can’t,” you protested weakly, struggling to your knees as you tried to crawl away from his greedy tongue.
“Ah ah, beautiful. You’re all mine, remember?” He locked his strong forearms around your thighs, holding you down. “You’re not going anywhere.” He buried his face between your legs again, licking up higher and higher, lapping up every drop of your release.
He pulled you tighter against him, your ass practically smothering him as you were forced to arch your back harder, grateful for the pillow he’d balanced you on. “Mmmm that’s it baby, grind on my tongue.”
Your face burned at the words, but he was already lifting you effortlessly, rocking you back against his face in a steady rhythm that had his tongue slipping deep into your cunt.
You hardly had a chance to breathe before your second orgasm was creeping up on you, an overwhelming intensity that you were helpless to escape from as Nanami held you to himself. He kept going even as you shuddered into another peak, his hands kneading into the fat of your hips and ass.
Your vision went fuzzy as you scrabbled at the bedsheets, desperately trying to cling to something, anything to ground you. Overstimulated tears pooled in your eyes, every nerve ending on fire with the intensity of your pleasure.
Hoarse, fucked-out moans were all you could manage in response to Nanami’s stream of praises, telling you how good you were, how pretty you looked gushing for him. He finally pulled away with one last soft kiss to your hole, making it clench around nothing.
“You’re so perfect, love,” he sighed, smoothing his hands over your hair, your back, brushing his lips over your neck. “You’re not done yet, are you?” He pulled off his tie in one smooth motion, trailing the fabric down your spine to watch you squirm. “I’ve had such a very long day. I’ve been so tense , my dear.”
“Not done,” you panted, turning onto your back and reaching up to cup his cheek. He leaned into your touch, closing his eyes. You pulled his hand down to trace the words you had written on your skin again, reminding him of what you were. All his.
“That’s my girl,” he murmured. He slipped his tie around your wrists, pulling them together in a loose hold. He slowly stretched your arms above your head, pinning your wrists easily with one hand. He trailed his mouth back down your arms, gentle kisses and nips at the soft skin until his face hovered over yours.
“Are you ready, darling? I’m going to take you up on your very generous offer.” Your husband’s soft eyes glinted with something sharp as he freed himself from his slacks.
You nodded, feeling your wrecked cunt start to throb again at the sight of his cock, achingly hard and drooling pre already. As much as he’d already done to you, though, you still had a few cards to play.
You wriggled your wrists out of his grip, still bound by his tie, and reached down to stroke his cock. Lightly at first, watching through your eyelashes as he threw his head back, throat bared and jaw clenched. You gently pulled him closer, slotting his swollen head between your folds, just barely letting him press into you.
Nanami hissed through his teeth, dark eyes desperate as you teased him. “My love, don’t, hah - don’t be mean , I need you too badly…”
Electricity surged up your spine at his neediness. This was exactly where you’d wanted him. “I won’t be mean, baby, that’s your job tonight. Why don’t you tell me about your day?”
“My day,” he huffed an impatient laugh. “You know how it was. It was shit.” He bucked his hips against you, trying to get deeper, but you held him back, still stroking his tip and nothing more. You were lying in a pool of your own slick now, torturing yourself as much as him.
“Oh?” You rocked your hips forward suddenly, forcing his whole head into you, then went still again.
Nanami whimpered . “What do you want me to say? Work is shit .” His hands were trembling, clenching and unclenching at his sides as he watched where you dragged him against yourself.
“That’s it, baby. Aren’t you frustrated? Don’t you want to let your fuck doll make it all better?” Your words were calculated, flung at him with the most seductive look you had in your arsenal, lips pursed in an empty-headed little pout that you knew he had a guilty weakness for. If you knew your Kento, he wouldn’t be able to resist… there.
Nanami surged forward, pushing your hands out of the way and back above your head, your back arching obscenely as he slammed himself to the hilt in your cunt. “This is what you wanted my dear, isn’t it? This is what you’ve been waiting for,” he growled, not needing an answer. He kneaded your tits, the fuck doll label smearing under his touch.
He shoved your knees up to your ears, nearly folding you in half as he rutted into you with a force you’d never felt, hips smacking against yours with bruising strength.
“Work.” “Was.” “Shit.”
He punctuated each word with a sharp spank to your ass. He roughly palmed the reddening skin, swallowing your cries with a messy, open-mouthed kiss. He buried his face in your neck as he kept up a punishing rhythm, heavy balls slapping against you with each mean thrust.
“All fucking day I have to listen to idiots tell me what to do. All fucking day I have to sit in a cubicle, ripping people off…” he pulled out slowly, dragging his cock against your walls so you could feel every throbbing vein.
“And you know what I think about all fucking day, my love?” He whispered the pet name into your ear, making you shiver. “What keeps me going?”
“This.”
He slammed into you without warning, every inch bullying into you, the breath ripped from your lungs. When he bottomed out he held you there, grinding against you, making you clench and twitch against the sheer depth of him, filling you impossibly deep.
“I think about this . About coming home to my pretty wife and fucking her senseless .” His whispers were harsh against your neck, his voice ragged. Your mouth was stretched in a scream, sure you’d wake the neighbors if not for your husband’s heavy hand coming down on your mouth.
“You’re always so good for me, always so happy to see me…sometimes I wish I could show those fucks at the office exactly what I come home to, just to watch them burn with jealousy.” His kisses grew rougher, sucking and biting at your neck, laying claim to your skin.
“Wish I could mark you up like this and have you come visit me the next day, wearing some tight, low-cut dress that shows them all exactly how you’re mine. How little anything else could possibly matter to me…” he shudders against you, his fantasy overwhelming. “Maybe have you crawl under my desk and take care of me right there, since you wanna be my little stress toy, hm?”
Your mind is scattered, trying desperately to focus on his words and the increasingly difficult act of staying sane as he fucks you into oblivion. Your eyes roll back as another orgasm builds, his cock reaching a secret spot deep inside of you, sending you over the edge again.
The new height of pleasure makes you stupid, babbling into his chest as he fucks you through it, gasping for air from the press of him folding you in half. “Yes, please Ken, I’d do it, wanna be your fuck doll, need this, need you, need… nnghhh! ”
“That’s it gorgeous, my beautiful toy, my perfect love, come on my cock, come from me using you like this…” Nanami’s brows are knit together, his face twisted with concentration as he pumps into you again and again and again, his rhythm never faltering, he’s nothing if not consistent, ramming into your sweet spot over and over until you’re not sure where you start and he ends.
The base of his cock is decorated with a soft white ring of the cream that’s still leaking out of you, and he moans at the sight. “God you’re such a mess for me, I don’t think I’ve ever felt you this wet, darling…” He smiles down at you, looking angelic even as he tries to break the bed in half. “And from writing such filthy things on your perfect body…you were soaked just waiting for me to come home and see this, weren’t you? Naughty little thing.”
You moan helplessly in answer, unable to deny it. This was everything you’d wanted and more. Your eyes slide shut of their own volition, and he gently taps your cheek. “Oh no, my dear, not yet. Don’t worry, I won't break my toy.” He slows, just barely, letting you breathe.
He traces his fingertips over the words between your hips again, reverent. “What does this say again, angel? What are you?”
“Kento’s stress toy…” you murmur.
“Mmm, that’s right. And you’re being such a good one,” he praised. “My brilliant wife, with such wonderful ideas.” He kisses you softly on the lips, the tenderness almost shocking. “Can you be a good toy for a little bit longer?”
You nod your head eagerly, though you don’t think you can move much else. Your arms and legs feel like (well-fucked) jello, the tie around your wrists almost forgotten in the sea of other, stronger sensations.
Nanami seems to remember it at the same moment, tsking apologetically as he slips it off of you and rubs your arms. “Are your wrists okay, my love?”
You almost laugh at the sudden return of soft, protective Kento. “Yes, they’re fine. It’s all fine. I feel amazing.”
“You are amazing,” he soothes. “In that case, can you hold on to me?” He drapes your arms over his neck, holding himself steady against your hips.
“Just like that.” And he’s fucking you again, in the way only he can, fast and hard and precise. You’re grateful for the grip around his neck as he pulls you up and over his lap, lifting and dropping you onto his cock like you’re weightless.
“Kento ohhhh!!” You dig your nails into his back instinctively, biting back a scream as you feel his cock jump inside of you in response. You don’t need to be told twice, raking your nails over his back as he uses you mercilessly.
He’s back to muttered praises, his honey-silk voice adoring as his cock splits you in half. You’re drunk on the dichotomy, dizzy with lust and love for the man beneath you.
He leans forward and tips you back onto the bed, his muscled arms caging you in as he continues pistoning into you. Sweat drips from his face to yours, and you dart your tongue out to lick the droplets away. Somehow, that of all things makes him blush, dark red dusting his cheeks as he watches the act.
You reach a shaky hand up to brush back the strands of hair that have fallen into his eyes, and he catches your arm to press greedy kisses to the inside of your wrist.
“Ken- Kento, I love you,” you moan, every stroke of his cock sending electricity down your limbs, your whole body tuned to him, undone and rewired in ecstasy.
“I love you,” he groans, pressing his face into the crook of your neck, his powerful thrusts finally, finally stuttering as he nears his peak. “I love you, I love you, I love you, fuck I love you…”
Nanami came with a broken cry, his cock pumping what seemed like an endless stream of hot, thick seed into the deepest part of you, his arms shaking from the effort of keeping himself up. You pulled him down onto you, stroking at his hair as he shuddered in the aftermath of his orgasm.
You lay there in blissful quiet, sweat and slick sticking your skin together, feeling each other’s wild heartbeats begin to slow. Nanami reluctantly pulled out of you with an over-sensitive groan and curled into your side, his head on your chest. You ran your hands over his hair, his neck, his back, proud to feel the tension slowly leave his tired body.
“Do you feel better, Kento?” You asked, happily exhausted.
He laughed out loud, wrapping his arms around you and shifting to curl you into his side. “I’ve never been more relaxed in my life, my love. I can’t even remember what I do for work.” He kissed the top of your head and sighed contentedly. “You were incredible. Thank you, darling.” He pulled you closer. “I think I might be out sick on Monday, for that matter…”
You pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I’ll always be your stress relief, my love.”
“And I’ll be yours,” he smiled. “What did you use to write this, anyway?”
“Oh it’s an old eyeliner!” Your laugh turned into a yawn.
“Mm, good to know. For when I return the favor,” Nanami said, but you were already fast asleep in his arms.
❝ 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ❞ ‣ 𝐊. 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈
❝synopsis❞ ‣ nanami kento, a man of little words. a man who keeps to himself. a man who doesn't have crushes. well, he didn't until he saw you waltz through the door without a care in the world. he wants to learn more about you, finds himself wishing there was a way he could connect with you.
・❥・PAIRING(S) › nanami kento x female!reader ・❥・GENRE(S) › fluff/(little)angst ・❥・WORD(S) › 1.7k+ ・❥・WARNING(S) › infidelity (disguised as a open relationship), reader has a girlfriend, pan!reader, sunshine!reader, and just nanami being down bad. ・❥・POST DATE › 04.13.24 ・❥・SONG PLAYING › never be the same by camila cabello ・❥・A/N › nothing really, I'm so down bad for Nanami though and I stand on the hill that he deserved better, gege! So I'm going to give him better lol. anyway, enjoy!
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who sees you for the first time when he’s leaving to pick up his lunch. He notes you’re delivering food but in ‘civilian’ clothes. (Some short shorts, an off-the-shoulder tee, and gladiator sandals) so he knows you don’t belong to a company. So maybe Doordash? UberEats? He doesn’t know but the moment you smile at him, he knows he’s a goner.
Have you ever seen a grown man blush? No? Well, you waltz right by him without a care in the world as his cheeks heat up like he’s cooking in a sauna.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who can’t stop thinking about you. He wonders who you are, where you’ve been his whole life, and how he can find you. He wants to get to know you (if you’ll let him of course).
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who eventually stops leaving to get food and instead orders through DoorDash, UberEats, and any other app he knows of in hopes of being able to see you again. Yes, it costs more but he honestly doesn’t care. Is it dumb?
Probably, but what else does he have to lose?
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who promises he’s not stalking you, he only wants to talk to you! (Is what he tells himself to make himself feel better) because who goes through all this trouble to converse with someone? Honestly... Nanami Kento apparently (ha).
And well, it takes about two weeks for you to walk through the doors again and Nanami couldn’t be happier. Until he realizes you’re not carrying the food he ordered. You’re carrying someone else's. That doesn’t stop him from talking to you though.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who finally gets you as his delivery woman a couple of days later. Excitement buzzes as he bows and thanks you. You mention you've never delivered to him before but he tells you he's growing too busy to head out for lunch.
Simple explanation, right?
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTOwho continues using UberEats when you tell him it lets you keep most of the money you earned for the day. He ends up finding himself ordering lunch every day, just in the off chance he gets to see you again.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who loves making small talk with you whenever he does get to see you. Asking how your day is going, and what you have planned for the day. As you talk about taking your niece to the park, the spark in your eyes makes him smile from ear to ear.
He knows he's down bad.
You're simply being nice but damn, you don't understand how much he's yearning for you.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who decides on week four to try his luck and ask you on a date after so long of chatting. He’s even bought you a single red rose as he sees you walk through the rotating door. He can't help the smile that takes over as you skip his way, nerves on a hundred at the thought of even asking you out.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who takes you to the side and away from everyone because what if you do reject him? He won’t be able to handle his colleagues making fun of him (not about this).
That would be embarrassing.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who’s day has a rain cloud washed over it when you tell him you’re flattered but are in a relationship (a girlfriend to be specific). Of course, he apologizes for overstepping as you try your best to cheer him up but it's no use.
“If you weren't with your girlfriend would you have gone?” Nanami asks, still handing you the red rose. You try to hand it back to him but it's no use, shaking his head as if to tell you he doesn't want it. His eyes are downcast. You feel bad and don’t want to pour more salt into the wound. “I think you're amazing. You're nice to me unlike some of the people-” “Just… Yes or no?” Nanami sighs, not wanting to hear excuses. It's a simple answer. “Yes. I would have.” Your smile breaks his heart even more.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who stops ordering through the app, decides to get food from his workplace cafeteria instead or if he wants to eat out, he goes back to going to the restaurants. He's not mad at the revelation, just the outcome.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who still sees you from time to time when you deliver for his colleagues. He sees you scan the given badge for people who deliver and moving through the building without a care in the world. It’s not your fault he developed a crush on you, he just hates that you’re not emotionally available, at the moment.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who knows he doesn’t have the right to feel the way he does but he can’t help it. He allowed himself to get his hopes up only for them to be crushed in the end. Of course, you have a significant other. Someone as beautiful and kind-hearted as you. He can’t think of a reason for someone not to take a liking to you.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who tries to come to terms with the outcome of the situation but fails miserably.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who doesn’t see you again for a while. Maybe you stopped delivering? He hopes nothing bad has happened! Although, he’s also glad you’ve (unknowingly) given him a reprieve from his feelings for you.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who sees you one random morning (almost a month later) while going on a coffee run for some of his colleagues. You don’t look as cheery as you usually would and it makes him wonder why. Although, he knows it’s not in his place to ask. It’s not like you consider him a friend. You’ve only made small talk in passing and had one failed attempt at asking you out.
That’s hardly a friend.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who planned to leave you alone until he heard you faintly call his name. He doesn’t have the heart to ignore you so he smiles and tries to school his expressions. You ask him how he has been since the last time you saw each other and he’s trying so hard not to make it noticeable but he feels as if his heart has stopped the moment you acknowledged him.
All he can do is gaze at you (lovingly) while you’re talking his ear off. He doesn’t mind though, you’re too cute for your own good.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who steers the topic toward your girlfriend and finds out you’re (unfortunately) still with her. His heart plummeted. He hoped he had a chance but when you reveal she asked you to open your relationship, it left Nanami confused but intrigued.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who realizes sees some people waving you down as they try to get your attention. He doesn’t want to leave the conversation like this but he also has somewhere he needs to be too.
It isn’t until you ask him for his number that he knocks the shock from his body.
Of course, you can have his number, sweetheart!
And of course, he calls himself so he doesn’t have to wait for you to text or call him first for him to have it.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who leaves the coffee shop in a hurry because ‘oh shit the meeting started twenty minutes ago!’ but immediately texts you an apology once he gets to the office for having to rush out! He wanted to stay and continue chatting but it was an important meeting for an important client.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who is in his meeting now but doesn't truly listen to what's happening because you're texting him! His stomach is doing knots as the conversation goes on and eventually, the topic of your girlfriend comes up again and Nanami wants to say something but he doesn’t know how you’ll take it. So he decided against it.
[02:36pm] Princess🌸: I don’t know why she wanted to open the relationship😔
Is all you say but Nanami has a feeling that it wasn’t what you wanted it and it doesn’t stop him from asking.
[02:45pm] Ken🎔: Is that not what you want?
You don’t answer back and it leaves Nanami to realize that maybe he overstepped his boundaries. Shit! Maybe he shouldn’t have asked…
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who is home now and washing dishes when he hears his phone chime from his living room. He’s hoping it’s you (and knowing it is because who else is texting him?). He wants to apologize for yesterday. He realizes it’s not in his place to ask about your love life like that. You’re still getting to know each other. He doesn’t have the right.
Also, his mind was reeling at the possibility of you blocking him or not talking to him anymore.
Especially when he hasn’t even had a chance to take you out.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who answers your call a second too fast when his phone rings but he doesn’t care. You sound distraught. He can hear the sniffling and the hiccuping as he inquires what’s bothering you. Consoling you when you tell him how your girlfriend has been blowing you off for someone else. You had an inkling she was cheating before you were guilted into agreeing to open the relationship.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who feels so bad that he’s happy it’s not working out with her.
He knows it will probably take time but he’s willing to wait until you’re ready to start anew. Or hell, he’s ready to be whatever you need him to be right now.
A friend. A lover. A confidant.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who gets you to calm down enough to fall asleep.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who stays on the phone until it’s close to midnight. He notes he has to work in the morning, reluctantly hanging up when he can hear your soft snores.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who tries to fall asleep too but generally can’t. He finds himself lying down and staring at the ceiling and thinking.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who doesn’t register his phone going off until it lights up causing him to look at it.
[01:16pm] Princess🌸: I know this forward [01:20pm] Princess🌸: Can I call you again?
Nanami wastes no time in calling you instead. Unsure of what's wrong, he hopes nothing bad has happened in the short time after he hung up. The phone rings about two more times as you pick it up on the third.
"I-I'm sorry to bother you again so late at night..." He hates that you sound so tired and unsure.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who listens to you stumbling over your words as you sound so much different from when he first met you. He wonders what has you so jittery?
"Are you okay, sweeth-" "N-No." He hears you whimper, hiccupping as you try to find your voice again. "Is that why you're up again? I thought you fell asleep?" "I-I did... I just-" You pause the moment you hear a faint moan from the other room. "S-She’s here with someone and I don’t want to be here. Could I possibly crash at yours? It’s just for the night! Just until I figure out something-"
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who heart skips a beat at the thought of you spending the night at his place. He shouldn't be this happy. You're miserable, he knows this- he can hear it in your voice but damn, why was everything happening in his favor?
"K-Kento?"
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who loves the way his name falls from your lips with the whine that accompanies it. He shouldn't be feeling this way when you're stuck in a endless loop of misery right now.
"I'm here." Nanami smiles, he's sure you can hear it in his voice. "You can crash at my place for as long as you need, Honey."
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who knows you barely know each other but that won't stop him. You can get to know each other while you're with him.
"A-Are you sure? I don't want to intrude in your space... I’ll figure something else out if it's a-" "It's not a problem. Do I need to come get you?" "Please..." "Okay. Is there somewhere you can go until I get there? Text me your address."
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who hears shuffling on your end, knowing you're throwing things into bag as he's throwing on some sweats and t-shirt on, grabbing his keys and wallet off the table. He gets your text minutes later and starts off on his way to get to you.
୨୧───CORPORATE MAN!KENTO who realizes he's definitely not going to get any sleep tonight but he's okay with that.
Work will be fine without him for a day.
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⤿ Better To You » corporateman ╰› SYNOPSIS ⤿ nanami kento, a man of little words. a man who keeps to himself. a man who doesn't have crushes. well, he didn't until he saw you waltz through the door without a care in the world. he wants to learn more about you, and finds himself wishing there was a way he could connect with you. ⌜AU: SLICE OF LIFE | R: 🔞⌟
⤿ activities with S/O's ╰› SYNOPSIS ⤿ jjk men favorite activities to do with their significant other (either before bed or just in general). ⌜AU: SLICE OF LIFE | R: 🔞⌟
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So happy for your 300 followers! For your event, can I please request Nanami. The song is Mine by The Chainsmokers. Genre, maybe keep it cute and fluffy, domestic romance?
WC: 4.1k (holy shit i have no idea how that happened)
CW: reader is called a girl once, angst to fluff, lovers to strangers to lovers, marriage proposal, a ton of sappy dialogue, light swearing, if the readers emotions make no sense because they're all over the place it's because reader is me coded (as always lmao)
a/n: hi vee tysm!!! this somehow became not very cute and fluffy, but i hope the ending makes up for it :') special shout out to @not-enough-homestuck-upinthis @hcdwigs @valentiraa + @yeshnn for help with headcannons for teenage nanami!!!
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You had known Nanami since before your days at Jujutsu Tech, your friendship spanning all the way back to middle school when you moved in next door. In high school, the two of you dated, falling deeply in love only for your relationship to end suddenly with the death of Haibara.
One day you were dating your best friend who you knew better than you knew yourself. You knew that he was a bit of a dork who had My Chemical Romance paraphernalia hidden around his room.
You knew that he was shy, and that he placed so much importance on doing the right thing. You knew that when he was thirteen he wanted to learn to play the stylophone and electric guitar so he could start his own band. That he unironically spoke in an old fashioned manner for a few months because he wanted to be “proper.”
You knew that he always brought extra pens in case you forgot yours; his favorite type of bread, and why he loved it so much. You knew that blue was his favorite color because it reminded him of the ocean, that he wanted to go to Malaysia so he can experience true peace without the chaos of the jujutsu world around him.
You knew everything about him, from the bigger aspects to the small quirks that made him him, then you didn’t. After Haibara’s death the boy you knew and loved just…disappeared. He withdrew into himself, stopped talking to you, didn’t show up for your date, unresponsive when you reached out to him. Then after graduation, he just left. He didn’t break up with you, didn’t even say goodbye. He left a note informing you that he was leaving the jujutsu world, and that was it.
So when you bumped into him outside the gates of Jujutsu Tech, to say you were surprised was an understatement. Honestly, you had given up hope of meeting him again a long time ago, resigning yourself to remain in this weird limbo where you had no closure but no means of getting it either.
But there he was, completely different from the man you used to know. The lankiness of his teenage day had long been outgrown, replaced instead with sheer muscle and power. His long hair had been cut neatly into a practical style that was low maintenance and kept it out of his face. His shyness had morphed into reserved stoicism.
Locking eyes with him, the two of you stared in silence for some time, neither sure where to even begin speaking. All you knew was you felt like you were looking at a stranger. Not the boy you had once loved.
I look at you and you look at me Like nothing but strangers now
Despite both of you being so different, falling back in love with Nanami Kento was so simple, like slipping into the familiar warmth of a well used hoodie, because you had never truly fallen out of love with him.
It had only been weeks since you had seen him again outside of the school gates, but you were already back to the way you had been a decade ago; young and in love. It was like nothing had ever happened. Like the past ten years never happened.
The two of you left work together every night and walked over to the food stall you visited every day in high school for dinner. You checked in on each other before and after missions, made sure the other was drinking enough water and taking care of themselves. It wasn’t until Shoko pulled you aside and mentioned it that you realized you had never actually addressed the slight awkwardness in your relationship due to his leaving.
And maybe it was stupid, or selfish, but you didn’t want to talk about it with him. You had missed him so much you just wanted to enjoy spending time with him now that he was back. Your hearts seemed to be the same as they were then, young and burning with the force of your love, so why would you do anything that could potentially jeopardize that? Was it really so bad that you didn’t want to risk extinguishing the passion that seemed to still exist?
Two kids with their hearts on fire Don't let it burn us out
Eventually you realized how much you needed to have the conversation with him. You couldn’t pretend that nothing had happened. For the last ten years you had lived in a weird existence in which he hadn’t broken up with you, so you were technically still together, but he had abandoned you without even a proper goodbye.
Now he was back and the two of you had fallen back into your old relationship without addressing the massive elephant in the room. Up until now you had convinced yourself that you were fine with that, the only thing that mattered was that he had returned. But as the weeks went by you began to realize that you were lying to yourself.
Of course you weren’t okay with what happened. You were angry. You wanted answers. How dare he just disappear one day, then waltz back into your life one random day almost a decade later?! Amping yourself up, you gather the courage to bring up the topic you had spent so much time and energy avoiding.
Which brought you to your current predicament, sitting across from him as you ate dinner together, hyping yourself up for the conversation ahead of you. Clearing your throat awkwardly, you got his attention, setting your chopsticks down in your bowl.
“Listen, I know we’ve both been trying to avoid this conversation, but I’ve been thinking about it lately and I realized some things.” He looks at you intently, something strange crossing his expression before disappearing. Taking his attention as agreement, you take a shaky breath then continue. You can do this. Just like you practiced in your head. Easy as pie.
“I’m not okay with this!” All prior thinking and planning goes flying out the window as the words burst from you, and once the dam broke there was no going back, the words flowing from your mouth as irreversible as a floodgate breaking.
“I’m really not okay with this. I mean, I don’t even know you now! I can’t keep doing this. I can’t allow you to waltz back into my life and my heart when I don’t even know why you returned! Or even why you left! You said you came back because of your morals. That you couldn’t live with yourself if you sat by as innocent people suffered. But if that’s the only reason you returned, and I’m only a side perk that comes with being part of the jujutsu world, I'm not going to be part of your life at all.”
You take a moment to catch your breath, feeling like a weight has been lifted off your chest as you lay down your ultimatum. You were nearly giddy, woozy with relief. It was up to him now, and what he said next. You didn’t have to worry about this any longer. It was all up to him.
“So. Tell me. Do you need me in your life? Am I important? Or am I going to walk out of here tonight and never see you again?”
Think about what you believe in now Am I someone you cannot live without?
In the aftermath of the line you drew in the sand, a boundary you constructed to protect yourself, you find yourself holding your breath. As liberating as it felt to pass the burden onto him, your fears only intensified because it was truly up to him now.
As much as you talk the big talk, you’re not sure how you’re going to survive if he tells you he doesn’t need you. Because even after ten years, you still don’t know how to live without him. And you really don’t want to learn now.
'Cause I know I don't wanna live without you, yeah
He sat perfectly still for a moment, and you waited for his reaction, your inability to see past his stoic mask just another reminder of everything the two of you had lost. Awkward silence permeates the air, coiling its oily tentacles around your throat and making it hard to breathe.
You can’t do this. You have to get out of here. Screw standing up for yourself and protecting your heart. You’re not brave enough to sit here and look him in the face as he tells you he doesn’t need you.
Just as you go to push your chair back and flee, his voice cuts through your panic, its familiar warmth pulling you out of your panic. “I’m sorry.”
Bring it all back to the bar downtown When you wouldn’t let me walk out on you, yeah
You almost break your neck with how fast you meet his eyes, stunned as you notice him fidgeting with the edge of his napkin. You had forgotten that he did that when he was anxious or uncomfortable. Suddenly anger bubbles in your gut, and you explode, unable to hold back any longer.
“What does that even mean at this point?!” Your voice is sharper than you intended, and you see him flinch slightly. “You walked out on me! You disappeared! You didn’t even say goodbye. Nanami I-”
“Kento.” He interrupts you, looking at you oddly. Was he…hurt? You make a vague sound of confusion, too distracted by the pain and guilt in his eyes to formulate a proper response.
“That’s my name. Kento. I’ve put up with you using my family name these past few weeks, but I can’t tolerate it any longer. To you I am Kento. Never Nanami.”
Slight vulnerability shines in his eyes, the first real emotion he’s let you see all night. But you can’t bring yourself to care, too caught up in your own anger and rage. “You know what, Nanami?” You place emphasis on his family name, not caring how petty it was.
“I only call people I’m close to and know well by their first names. And unfortunately for you, I no longer consider you someone I’m close to. You’re a stranger to me now. I don’t know why I’ve been pretending otherwise these past few weeks.”
Sighing, you lower your voice, suddenly exhausted. “Yeah…I have no idea why I’ve been pretending you’re anything more than somebody I used to know. Please, let’s just forget these last couple weeks and go back to the way things were before, each of us leading separate lives.”
You grab your purse and take out your wallet, hoping to pay the bill and get out of there as soon as possible. You went into this night a mess of emotions, willing to let bygones be bygones as long as he told you he still cared. Only for you to realize that you weren’t okay with that, and he’s hurt you too badly for your relationship to recover.
In the wake of your rapid emotional development, you’re left feeling dull and empty, which probably accounts for why you didn’t realize he was even speaking to you until he reached out across the table and grabbed your wrist.
Distantly you hear him saying your name, but you’re so out of it you don’t look up until he stands and rounds the table, dropping to one knee in front of you as he gently tilts your chin up and takes your hands.
Nanami Kento, all crisp ironed lines and strict discipline, knelt on the ground before you, dirtying the knees of his pristine slacks as he grovels. People around you are staring, and while some distant part of your brain is embarrassed, the vast majority of it is occupied by the feel of his hands holding yours.
You hated yourself. You hated your traitorous hands for seeking the warmth of his, your stomach for filling with butterflies against your heart. You hated your heart and mouth for staging a mutiny against all common sense, hardly believing the words that left your lips.
“I’m sorry.” You blink down at him. “I missed all of that. Do you want to go somewhere quieter to talk?”
Unfettered relief filled his face and within seconds he was flagging down the server and paying the bill, not even allowing you to open your purse. He zipped you up into your coat, making sure he had all of your belongings and was ushering you out of the restaurant in two minutes flat, as if he was convinced that if he gave you any longer you would change your mind.
Which he wasn’t entirely wrong about. You were already feeling your apprehensiveness creeping back in. Who in their right mind would consider taking someone back just because they knelt on the ground and took your hands. Apparently you, although you didn’t feel like you were in your right mind at the moment (you never were when he was involved).
The two of you loitered awkwardly on the sidewalk, neither of you sure where to go before you finally mustered up your courage and spoke. “There’s a bench in a park around here that I like to go sit on a lot. And it’s fairly secluded, although I doubt many people will be in the park at this time of night.” He just nodded, and the two of you set off for the proposed destination, you leading the way.
Which is how you found yourself perched next to him on your bench, the quiet practically screaming at you. Say something!!! You screeched telepathically at him, hoping he got the message. Please don’t make me regret this. Prove to me that I’m not an idiot for giving you this chance. Please just-
“Listen I-” He cleared his throat, cutting off your attempts at sending him your thoughts. “I know that what I did was unforgivable, and I will spend the rest of my life regretting the hurt I caused you by leaving.”
His shoulders drooped, and you could practically feel the remorse emanating off of him. “Trust me. If there was any way I could go back and time and punch myself in the face I would. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do to change my poor decisions.”
“But you can’t.”
“I know that.”
“Can you at least tell me why you did it?” Your voice cracks slightly, and he graciously ignores it. “Can you at least tell me what was going through your mind? What led you to abandoning me without a word? You say you loved me, but if you did, why did you leave?”
“I left because I loved you.” His deep voice is full of regret, and you pause, incredulous. “Kento, that makes no sense.”
“I know that.” He takes a deep breath and holds it for a second before letting it out in a great whoosh of air. “After Haibara died, I realized how powerless I truly was. I was right there, yet I couldn’t save my best friend. Hell, I could barely save myself. The only reason I made it out alive was because reinforcements arrived.”
The desolation in his voice hurt you, so against your better judgment you reached out and took his hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. He squeezed back, and continued, this time with tears hanging on his water line.
“And if I can’t trust myself to keep myself safe how can I trust myself to keep you safe? And you-you’re just better than me. You’re braver and stronger. I knew that no matter what I said you wouldn’t leave the jujutsu world because you weren’t a coward like me. So I convinced myself that the best option was for me to leave.”
“Kento I-” You start speaking, suddenly flooded with guilt. You had had no idea he was struggling that much. But he simply squeezes your hand and gives you a look that asks you to allow him to continue, so you shut your mouth.
“I thought I wouldn’t be able to survive losing you. That I wouldn’t be able to live knowing that every time you left I might never see you again. And since I wasn’t strong enough to protect you, I decided I needed to leave the jujutsu world. At least then there was a chance you would leave the jujutsu world to follow me. And if you didn’t, you could be with someone who wasn’t such a selfish coward. Someone who deserves you.”
At this point he was crying, and you were too. Your anger fades away, and in its place comes sorrow and…relief. Sorrow for all the years you lost, but relief because he didn’t leave because he stopped loving you. Relief because he still loved you even after all these years, he hadn’t stopped loving you once.
“Hey.” You brush his tears away, your own tears spilling down your cheeks. “You’re a dumbass, you know that?”
“I know. I spent every day for the last ten years regretting the decision I made. I’m so sorry that it took me so long to work up the courage to come back to you. But I need you to hear this.” His face grew serious, and he held your face in his warm palms as he looked at you intently.
“I will stay in your life as long as you permit me to, and spend that time repairing the damage I have inflicted. If that is only a week, then that will be the most cherished week of my life. If it is only a month, then I will use every second of it. And if it is the rest of your life, then I will spend the rest of mine loving you.”
He paused, cheeks reddening slightly. “The latter would be my preference. As long as what you plan to do with your life has space for me, I will occupy it gladly. I do not care if that means you leave me in a year, two years, three. I just-”
For the first time since he had reappeared in your life you laughed. And laughed. And laughed some more. Clutching your stomach and wiping a tear from the corner of your eye, you looked at him, eyes shining.
“Kento.” Your voice was soft, despite the traces of mirth still lingering in it. “I appreciate your confidence in me, but I don’t even know what I’m doing for the rest of tonight, let alone for the rest of my life. Why don’t we just take it one day at a time, okay?”
He slumped forwards in relief and wrapped his arms around you.
“Thank you. Thank you. That sounds much more than okay sweetheart. Sounds perfect, actually.”
You said, "Hey, whatcha doing for the rest of your life?" And I said, "I don't even know what I'm doing tonight"
Time went by, and you relearned everything about the man named Nanami Kento. You learned that he still wanted to go to Malaysia, and that he moped around for a month after his favorite bakery closed down. You learned that he had tried to take up painting as a hobby in his early twenties only to discover he was extremely bad at it and quit, and that he pretends to be reading when Gojo is around so he has an excuse to ignore him.
You noticed that he was less open with his emotions than he used to be, but that didn’t stop him from expressing his affection in other ways. Be it always greeting you with your favorite pastry and a coffee in the mornings, or going out of his way to profess his feelings towards you, he made sure that you never had another reason to doubt his love for you.
It took time, and while it never fully went away, the hurt and anger faded until it was unnoticeable. When he left you had been in love with the eighteen year old version of him, and you got to experience falling in love with him all over again, this time with his twenty-seven year old self.
Fast forward two years, and the two of you are taking a nighttime walk in the park from two years ago, holding hands as you enjoy the peaceful night air when he suddenly speaks, startling you.
“Love.” You jolt looking up at him. “Yes? What’s…”
Part of you relished in the fact that you could see past his stoic facade straight to what was in his heart again, but tonight the intensity of the emotions swirling in his warm brown eyes caused you to trail off.
They weren’t bad emotions, in fact, they were far from it. He was looking at you like you were his whole world, like he could spend the rest of your life gazing into your eyes and still not have enough of your face. A little flustered under his full attention, you spluttered, then became deathly still.
Maintaining eye contact the entire time, your boyfriend got down on one knee just like he did all those years ago in that restaurant when he was begging for another chance. Except this time he reached into his suit jacket and pulled out a velvet ring box. And suddenly a simple, yet elegant diamond was twinkling up at you from where it was nestled in the plush velvet.
You looked at me and I looked at you Like we'd never look away
Your hand flies up, covering your mouth as tears fill your eyes. “Ken are you…?” He smiles tenderly up at you, and the sweetness of the moment absolutely nearly gives you heart palpitations.
“Y/N.” He looks at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes on with so much conviction that you can’t help but believe him. “The first time I met you I knew you were the one for me. I-”
“Hold up.” You hold a hand out, cutting him off with a watery giggle. “The first time you met me I was laughing so hard about a dick joke Shoko made that I shot soda out of my nose. That’s what sealed the deal for you?”
He chuckled dryly. “What can I say, I saw a beautiful girl who was unafraid of expressing her joy to the fullest extent. When I heard your laugh, it literally gave me butterflies. It was beautiful, unrestrained and full of joy, just like you are.”
Taking a deep breath, his expression sombered slightly and he continued. “I know that I hurt you when I left. I will never forgive myself for that. And I will never stop being grateful to you for giving me another chance to prove my love to you. I won’t be as bold as to ask you to be mine; I know I don’t deserve that”
At this point you were openly crying, the moonlight glimmering off the unshed tears in his eyes as well.
“But, if you would give me the honor of being yours, of becoming your husband, I promise you won’t regret it. I promise that you will always be supported and valued. I promise that I will stay by your side and love you through thick and thin. So, would you give me the honor of being yours? Of staying by your side and loving you for the rest of our lives?”
You fling yourself at him and wrap your arms around his neck, crying into his shoulder. “Save the vows for the wedding loverboy, what are you going to say when we get married now that you’ve already made all of your promises to me? Huh?”
“When we get married?” His arms wrap around you as his voice trembles. “So, is that a yes?”
You lean back the salt from your tears mixing as you plant a sweet kiss on his lips.
“Of course it is. You’re mine. That’s something that’s never going to change. However, Mr. Nanami Kento, would you give me the honor of being yours?”
He throws his head back and laughs. “Of course I will. Is that even a question you have to ask?”
And as he slips the ring onto your finger (it fits perfectly, of course) you know that being his is the one decision you will never regret.
And you said, "I never regretted the day that I called you mine" So I call you mine
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“your old room looks pretty cute,” nanami notes, a small smile playing in his lips as he watches you make the bed opposite to the one he’s sitting on, your sibling’s bed that has been empty for a while now that they moved out.
yours was pretty empty too, but at least the sheets were still on since you tend to visit your parents a little more often than your sibling, and one thing nanami observed about your bed is that there is a certain scent that is rooted in it, and it can’t be described better than just you. he saves that thought in his brain.
you finish preparing the bed and step closer to him, plopping down beside him with a bright beam on your lips. “you look so silly on my bed.”
nanami’s arm wraps around your shoulders, tugging you to lean against him as he stares at you intensely, lips curling a little further as he sees the adoration from his own gaze mirrored into yours.
he places a soft kiss on your jaw, nose gliding across your cheek smoothly as he sighs in contentment, “is that so?”
“yeah, all huge and wearing dark on my pink sheets,” you make yourself comfortable on his lap, back against his arm and thighs, big eyes staring up at him and pretty lips parted invitingly. “i made your bed if you wanna sleep already, i know you’re tired.”
“thank you, my darling.” kento mutters, aiming a kiss to your forehead before he pulls back to look into your eyes sincerely. you shift in his arms, tensing as you await whatever he has to say.
“could i sleep in your bed tonight?”
that wasn’t what you expected, he can tell. you give him a questioning look, a little bit of worry sprinkled in the ranging depth of your eyes.
“i think i’d sleep better with pillow and sheets smelling like you and all.”
your eyes widen at his words, face flushing instantly as you make a quick work of burrowing it into his stomach with an embarrassed sound leaving your throat. the quiet giggles that come out of his throat make you whine further as you feel your cheeks heating up.
“nanami~”
“yes?”
“don’t say things like that! my heart is already weak enough because of you.” you say with a distressed tone, voice muffled by the fabric of his sweater. and then barely audible, “and yes, you can sleep on my bed.”
nanami only chuckles in response, ruffling your hair gently as he continues gazing at you with eyes full of love and fondness. later that night you both are all tangled limbs and shared breaths as you hold onto each other tightly to not fall of the bed, barely fitting in its small frame.
𝝑𝝔 an: it’s been a looong time and i wanted to start from 0 so hey everyone!! enjoy this, and don’t forget to reblog if you do!
when nanami opens his eyes it takes a few seconds for him to properly understand where is he located, the sleepy haze still trying to tug him back into closing his heavy lids.
he blinks rapidly, recognising the neutral ceiling of his living room, the setting sun’s rays scattered around the room through the curtain covered windows and the soft cushions of the couch under his body. he also remembers how he was so tired that even changing out of his clothes was out of question as he just plopped down onto the first horizontal surface he found available, the thought of dozing off too inviting to ignore.
kento groans lightly, feeling his sore limbs ache as he tries to move them, but the sound is stuck in his throat when he turns his head to find you right by his side.
breath fanning lightly of the side of his face, your cheek smushed against the side of the pillow and your forearms as you kneel on the floor beside the couch, sleeping peacefully like you always do in his presence. he feels guilty when he imagines you coming back home to find him like this as you’re still in your work clothes, and the pain in your neck and back, from sitting like that for so long.
he sits up on the couch as quietly as he can, face cringing at the cracking of his joints. nanami’s eyes focus on your once again as he lets his touch startle you, fingers gliding over your hairline and eyebrows, the slope of your nose, your pouting lips and your relaxed jaw. expression so calm and etheral he almost feels jealous at how comfortable you look sleeping on the floor in a slumped sitting position.
you stir and bury your face in your forearms before inhaling rapidly and lifting your head.
the sleepy smile that stretches over your lips spreads warmth through his ribcage, his heart feeling it particularly well.
kento crouches down by your side, hand now cupping your cheek affectionately, “what are you doing here, my darling?”
“just wanted to sleep with you, ‘nami,” you mutter, barely understandable but nanami always knows what you mean, as you nuzzle deeper into his palm, clearly half asleep and ready to switch off again.
“‘should have woken me up, you know i’d never say no to a nap with you.”
you shuffle closer to him, raising your hands as a sign for him to hug you, but nanami opts on grabbing you under your shoulders and knees and lifting you up. as he hugs you to his chest, nanami feels flowers blooming inside everywhere you touch him, where your hands rest on him.
so sweet, so considerate, so lovely you are, making him smile just by existing by his side and being so good to him. he changes you out of clothes and does the same for himself, leaving the other things from your routine for later to not let the sleepiness get away.
and nanami holds you a bit tighter that evening, the corners of his lips upturned at all times when he’s with you.
𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 — 𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 ♡
when your family finds out about the romance between you and the stable boy, they arrange a marriage with the wealthy earl, nanami kento.
status: ongoing
overall contents. fem!reader, sfw & nsfw, arranged marriage, eventual romance, regency era (1800s) au, slow burn, resentment to love, mutual pining, complicated relationships, historical inaccuracies, nobility, some angst, more tba —
notes. this is the fic that won the wip poll, and i am so so very excited to share it !! <3 since i'm already working on a long fic, i decided to break this up into a series. be sure to read contents for each part for more specific warnings!
♕ of broken hearts. after you find about the marriage arranged between you and nanami kento, you have to find a way to break the news to your lover.
♕ the earl. you remember nanami from the balls you attended in your youth; he's just as unapproachable as he was then.
♕ guilded promises. despite his seriousness, nanami is far more agreeable than you'd anticipated.
♕ novelties. in his attempt to make you feel more at home, kento shows you his favorite room in the estate.
♕ a night at the opera. though you often feel like a nuisance to the busy man, he proves himself to be a good listener.
♕ liaisons. weeks have passed without a word, but satoru finally meets your husband.
♕ rose petals. over a cup of afternoon tea in the garden, you realize something that you hadn't before.
♕ scarlet opulence. your first ball with kento as his wife feels like the first time you've seen him clearly.
♕ portrait of a gentleman. kento admits he doesn't like the way other men look at you.
♕ confessions. a fight with kento leads to words that you'd been too shy to share.
♕ luxury of affections. somehow, you failed to see how lucky you were, to have met nanami kento at all.
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𝐢. 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 — 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
after you find out about the marriage arranged between you and nanami kento, you have to find a way to break the news to your lover.
contents . . . sfw, breakups, light angst, f!reader, arguing, gojo x reader, masterlist linked above for more series contents — 2.3k
notes . . . hi everyone !! i'm so so excited to finally share this series, i've been having so much fun with it hehe. in case you haven't seen the masterlist, this is a nanami series, but this first part is gojo x reader... so idk how to tag it lol.
Twigs snapped beneath you as you ran through the garden, barely holding onto the last strain of composure that you had. It was nearing sundown, but you ignored that, reaching the edge of your family’s estate and approaching the creek, careless to any dangers. The sounds of the water grew louder and louder in your ears as you drew closer, turning from a faint trickle to a roar.
The look on your parent’s face when they’d delivered the news was still burned into your irises, replaying in your mind as you landed one foot in front of the other. How unexpressive they’d been, straight to business — as if they didn’t care at all. It was your future they were messing with, but it seemed they didn’t mind throwing away your happiness.
You arrived at the creek much faster than anticipated, your breaths heaving as you headed down the hill.
Satoru was already there, as you’d expected, running his hands through the murky water. His blue eyes shot over from the sound of the leaves crunching, an easy smile on his face, revealing sharp canines.
“What took you so long?” Satoru asked, looking over his shoulder with his typical, lopsided grin. Though, as soon as he saw the tears that were welling in your eyes, his face fell, giving way to a gloomy expression. “Hey, hey, hey. My darling…” he cooed, the tone of his voice so tender. “What’s the matter?”
You’d been doing a wonderful job at holding back your tears until then, but they began to spill down your cheeks, hot and heavy, dripping off your chin. Your nose began to burn. “I—” you started, then choked on a sob, burying your face in your hands, unable to continue.
The sound of the creek, rushing through the woods, at least spared you some embarrassment, as it blocked out your cries.
Satoru was quick to scramble to his feet and make his way over to you, not even thinking before he’d wrapped you up in a warm embrace. He smelled vaguely of the stables, still, as well as the outside, a thick air of sweat lingering on his skin.
“Take a breath,” Satoru said soothingly, rubbing your spine as you cried into his shoulder, coating his tunic with the weight of your tears.
“I’m sorry,” you said, squeezing your fingers into his top. The cloth wound up between them, wrinkling the fabric. “I’m so sorry, Satoru.”
“Whatever are you sorry for, my sweet?” Satoru didn’t draw away, but you could tell that he wanted to… He wanted to question what it was that had made you cry, when he’d seen you earlier in such a jovial state, so thrilled for your rendezvous as the sun bled into the evening.
The conversation with your parents still lingered at the forefront of your mind, laced with a tinge of distaste and betrayal.
How desperately you wished you could escape your responsibilities, run from them without guilt. But even now, already a few years into your adulthood, you still felt the burning need to please your family.
You pressed your eyes shut, deeply inhaling Satoru’s sweet aroma, in case it were the last you ever got of it. “My family has known this whole time. They knew, and they never intended to let me marry you.”
You’ve spent far too long with the stable boy, dear, and we’ve let you have your fun. Don’t think that we haven’t known, all these years, that he’s the reason you’re pushing all your suitors away.
Those were words you’d certainly never forget.
Satoru drew away, his eyes narrowed as he scanned your face. Still, there was no sense of panic, his icy irises as steadfast and confident as ever. “Is that it?” he asked, kissing your forehead, your cheeks, soaking up the tears with his lips. “Well, we’ll just have to do without their permission, won’t we? I know your family is very dear to you, but—”
Your face screwed up tighter, watery eyes blurring your vision. “It is not as easy as you make it out to be, Satoru. Despite what you may think, I do not wish for them to hate me. Not to mention, your livelihood depends on their employment. They will not pay my dowry if you are my husband. They will not employ you any longer, and I’ll—”
“That doesn’t matter,” Satoru said, insistent, his optimism succumbing to irritation as you argued. “We can surely find other means to survive.”
“Survive?” you frowned, features contorting as the tears, momentarily, restrained. “I do not wish to live a life where we have to fight to get by. Besides—”
But Satoru spoke over you, spilling words of grandeur, in a world where things worked out exactly as planned. But your outlook had never been as positive, and his dreams seemed no more than that, in the face of reality.
“Satoru.” You raised your voice, ever so slightly, and pushed him away, as if to finally make him hear your words. “You’re not listening to me. Even if we could, even if everything you’re saying happened like you want it to, they’ve already found me another husband.”
Silence. It was enough to hear the wind slipping through the trees, swaying the branches. Leaves fell at your feet, swirling around your ankles, a breeze suddenly picking up, as if aware of your quarrel.
The two of you stared at each other, basked in the last golden rays of the evening. For the first time in decades, it seemed, you were unsure what to say to one another.
Satoru scanned your face, his lips parting, jaw working as he fought for words. “Another husband.”
“Yes.” Your exhale came out heavy as you blinked away from him, glancing over his shoulder, so as not to face the intensity of his irises. “I’m getting older; men will not be so willing to take me as their bride. So my parents worked something out with a friend of my father’s. His son is a few years older than me,” you sniffed. “He’s been unwilling to get married, but now that his mother is sick…” you shrugged, confused and defeated, as you wrung your hands together. “I’ve been told her final wish is to see her son married.”
“What a wish,” Satoru rolled his eyes, scoffing, “to see your child in a loveless relationship.”
You said nothing. Satoru wouldn’t understand the ways of the nobility, wouldn’t understand the responsibility that you felt. He’d never met his parents, and never had the chance to care about them.
He huffed instead, running his hands through his snowy hair as he paced close to the water’s edge. It soaked the soles of his shoes, ruining the leather, but he didn’t seem to mind, too deep in his thoughts.
“You have no say in the matter?” Satoru finally asked, his shoulders slumping, as he turned back to face you once again. “You’re just going to let them tell you how to live your life, submit yourself to a man who might be cruel to you?”
“Satoru…” you began, considering defending yourself, before you conceded. “I’m sorry. I care for you, I do, but you must understand.”
“Oh, I understand just fine. You surprised me, is all. I thought you’d put love over things like that.”
You swallowed, shoving away the engulfing sadness as he paced back toward you, his wet shoes creating muddy footprints in the ground.
“You can’t honestly have thought that all our silly dreams would come to fruition. You knew all along that this was just a fleeting fancy, didn’t you?”
“On the contrary, I thought this was serious.” To your surprise, Satoru dug through his pocket, throwing a ring at you, one that was nothing close to extravagant, but beautiful all the same. “I’ve carried this for weeks now… just waiting. There was never a good time to propose, but I really did want to marry you. How’s that for fleeting?”
Your jaw fell slack. A fresh wave of tears began as you bent down, soiling your pastel gown in the grass and mud to pick up the ring. It was a simple gold band, shiny and smooth — probably months worth of his salary.
Nausea rose up in you as you dusted off the fine piece of jewelry, staring at it with affection. “Dear lord,” you said, not even bothering to wipe the snot that ran in a smooth stream from you nose, just like your tears. “Why did you have to tell me this?”
“I won’t spare you the kindness of ignorance. I want you to know exactly what you’re throwing away.”
“That’s not—” you shook your head, eyes glued to the ring. “I don’t want you out of my life. I love you, Satoru. I want to be with you, I just can't… But, perhaps, we can still see each other?”
Your lover stared, blinking once, then again, his white eyelashes fanning over pale cheeks. Then, a loud laugh escaped from him, deep from his chest, as if in horror. “You want me to be your whore?” he asked, aghast, infiltrating your space as he backed you into a tree.
You glanced up at him, eyes wide, pressing your hands to the smooth expanse of his chest. “I—”
“I love you. I love you, and I’d dedicate my life to supporting you,” his voice was pained, cracking on the vowels. “But that means nothing to you, does it? You’re so selfish.”
The word felt like a slap to the face — the same that your family had called you, when they’d admitted they knew of your dalliance. Either way, you would lose. You were selfish for bringing such disgrace to your family’s respectable lineage, or you were selfish for choosing your responsibility over your lover.
“i just don’t know what to do.” Your voice felt small; the weakness of it softened Satoru’s expression, if only by a fraction.
He exhaled. “Well, I know. Go back home, tell your parents to fuck whoever wants your hand, and run away with me. Be with me,” Satoru pressed his forehead to your own, desperate. “Please. I love you, I adore you, I’ll worship you. What more do you want?”
You swallowed, squeezing your eyes shut. “Satoru…” His hands went still on your waist. “I’m sorry. I don’t think I can.”
For the first time in all your years together, since the moment you’d met him as an infant, you felt a distance crack between you, breaking into a cavern. Satoru had been your best friend, your constant companion, the person you’d always thought would be a part of your life. Now, the risk you’d taken by falling in love with him had finally come to pass. You weren’t sure that your relationship could ever be remedied, after such a poor conclusion.
“You’re a coward,” Satoru finally said, spitting your name like it was a curse, and you flinched, dipping your chin to your collarbone. There was no love in those words, no gentleness; they were meant to hurt. “You think you’re different than all the other women of nobility, but you’re not. You want to be spoon-fed like the rest of them, waited on hand and foot, reliant on the money of your family and your husband.”
You sniffled, hands shaking as you clenched your jaw. Satoru had a sharp tongue — he always had — but it’d never been used against you. For the first time, you knew what it was like to be looked at by Gojo Satoru with disdain, and it was awful.
“That’s cruel… Don’t you understand what you’re asking me to do? You’re asking me to leave behind my family, my life, my security. You want me to leave everything with no plan at all?”
“I understand well enough.” He stepped away, backing up until you could no longer smell the sweat that clung to his sleeves, until you could no longer see the contrasts of blues in his irises. “Truthfully, I don’t believe I know you like I thought I did. I never assumed you’d be so hesitant to leave.”
Despite your tear-filled eyes, you stood taller, trying to keep some semblance of dignity. Like the noble woman you were, you refused to be seen as weak in the face of your emotions. If you were to leave Satoru, you would leave him confident that you were making the right decision. “Perhaps not, then,” you said. “You may have been taken into our home with love and care, but we are not as similar as you were raised to believe.”
Satoru licked his lips, then clicked his tongue, speechless, before he turned around for good. “Right,” he said, shaking his head. “I should’ve known that the spoiled girl you’d been would turn you into a spoiled woman. I’ve been a fool. Enjoy your sham of a marriage.” He began to walk away, slowly, before gradually picking up his pace, his back as taut as the bow of a violin.
“Is this really how you wish to end things?” you asked, shouting through the wind at his retreating form. “On such a vile note?”
“You’re the one that ended things,” Satoru said, and though you hoped that he would glance over his shoulder, spare you one last glimpse before you parted ways forever, he never did. “I only wanted to love you.”
You opened your mouth, words lingering on your tongue, before you shut it, and let him go.
Tomorrow, you would regret it. You would long for his warm embrace, his arms, so strong from riding and tending to the horses. You would long for his kiss, gently brushed against your hairline, a smile growing on his lips as you told him about the book you’d read. You would long for a time when you passed him in the hallways and received a grin, instead of a sneer.
But, for now, thrumming with guilt and grief and rage, you watched him walk away, hands balled at your fist. Maybe he didn’t deserve you anyway.
Maybe you didn’t deserve him.
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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ my girl — nanami kento
summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?
contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k
under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.
he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy.
across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips.
ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.
of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.
kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife.
and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get.
you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable.
kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him.
your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming.
as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.
while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.
it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of.
“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."
ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat.
“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.”
you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.
anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.
“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants
ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.
“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong.
“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.”
“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.
kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you.
“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”
you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more.
ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty.
the two of you go inside.
“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”
“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“
“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.
his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”
your whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.
“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.”
“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?”
the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.”
“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.”
“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“
“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.”
“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you.
but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.”
you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”
“louder.”
“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.
but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle.
finally, he smiles at you, softly.
“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.”
you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to.
you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him.
he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.
you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you.
“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock.
a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body.
“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing your sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.”
“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."
you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.”
his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.
kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spills into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warms seed settles deep within you.
he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,”
“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.”
already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror.
you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket.
“kento—”
“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.”
you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.
your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably.
“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband.
kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”
i need him to fuck me so bad