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lavanderlovesmahogany · 10 months

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Hi!💕

I was thinking about angst for Miguel. Like Miguel being in love with her since he first met her. But he wholeheartedly believes she only sees him as an friend (which maybe or maybe not be true depending on how you want it to go for Miguel) especially when he sees her happy and smiling with another man. I want to hurt but also want a good ending. Thank you ☺️

Thank you for the ask! I hope you like it 💖

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Lost time

He pushed a doodle he had made towards you. You were seated next to him, helping him with sorting through the influx of data that had gathered from the various universes.

You took the small piece of paper to inspect it, a smile spreading across your face. It was a little sketch of you staring at the screens, with a sentence scribbled beneath it.

Don’t become like me :(

He didn’t know why he was a spider in the first place. He had spent years hating himself for it, for becoming like this. But in moments like these, moments were he too had hidden sketches of you, or when he joked just so he could hear your laugh. It made him believe that he was always meant to be spiderman or atleast he shared a few qualities with the other. It eased the voice of the critic in his head.

But as days went by, he had gone from observing you just because you were the only one he found interesting to never being able to look at anything else because he had fallen in love. That caused the self hatred within him to grow.

How can someone like you? Who lit up every room can be with someone like him.

A mutated monster that could never quite go back to who he once was. The humanness in him fading with every passing day.

He could never hold you close, his claws would get in the way.

He could never kiss you, his fangs would cut you.

And one moment he would be happy, then the next his eyes would narrow down on you like you were a threat.

So him yearning for love was as good as believing in fantasy.

You held him at a certain distance, he felt it, you would be around him long enough to thaw his heart and then flit back to the world you had come from. He watched you relax around other Peter parkers, to pull them into hugs or kiss their cheeks.

He only knew to sulk on that pedestal he built for himself, because if he just pretended to be a statue then his hurt would be left alone, frozen in time.

So he did the same now, push the paper away because if he held onto it, he’d want to frame it. The smile on your face soon becoming the highlight of his day as he sunk back into his chair.

You felt him pull away again. That was how it had been ever since you started being around him. You held the small piece of paper as though it was priceless, another great artefact that he bestowed on you, one you would take home to keep safe. Because as much as he believed he was this creature, these little gifts actually only reinstated how human he was.

You turned to look at him, to catch his eyes for a brief second before he looked away clearing his throat as though he had been caught admiring you. And you did, catch him often looking at you with dreamy eyes, it was only that you wished he would admit it to you, so then you didn’t have to pretend like you didn’t see him.

You saw him. All of him. His happiness, his sadness, his past, his present and the man he had once been, choosing to shine through the cracks now and then.

“Why do you hide it?”, it slipped out your mouth before you could hold it back. His eyes shot to you and you froze.

“Hide what?”, he asked as if you had uncovered his deepest secret.

But now it was out, now you needed to know.

“You.”, you smiled furrowing your brows because you couldn’t understand, why he kept his heart locked up.

He looked away, avoiding your gaze might help him think of a way to escape without giving you an answer but as his eyes found yours again. There was a part of him that didn’t want to shy away.

“There’s nothing great to share.”, he shrugged his shoulders but it made your smile disappear and he hated himself for it.

“Miguel.”, you said his name with a gentleness that you were sure he had not heard of before, you put away the paper to reach for his hand and you felt his fingers twitch upon your contact.

“Stop being hard on yourself.”, he heard you say and it stung him. He pulled away from your touch as though you had wounded him and the surprise on your face made him want to scream out because he had been yearning for your touch. Now he couldn’t even go after what he wanted. What he dreamed.

“There’s a reason as to why I am.”, he disguised the anguish with anger.

“Because of who you are?”, you question and he pushed away from his seat.

“Because of what I am.”, he quipped immediately, his eyes staying glued to yours as you finally saw the sadness behind his statement.

You pushed away to reach out for him, to pull him in, to confess that you loved him just as he was but he held his hands up in defense.

He began to break and it broke you, he mumbled all the reasons you should stay away.

“I could hurt you.”, he stepped back but you stepped forward.

“You deserve better.”, he was trying to convince you but instead it was the tears that were beginning to glimmer in his eyes that got you to stop.

His back hit the edge of the desk softly and it looked like he had admitted defeat.

“So you don’t want me to be around you?”, you asked softly and his eyes shot to find yours, his lips parting to disagree but instead he said,

“Ay dios. I want you. I need you.”, he stopped as he said it in a fit. The truth ebbing out his mouth as he saw you look at him with shock. You made him forget that his life had changed.

“As a friend, as a friend because that’s what we are.”, he held his hands up to ease you to then run his fingers through his hair as though he had messed up this connection between you and him.

But all you’ve been wanting was to know how he truly felt and now there was no need to pretend.

“That’s all we are?”, you asked him. Anxious that there was no room to be more.

“Yes.”, he said slowly.

“Nothing more?”, you stepped towards him as though you were stepping on thin ice.

He didn’t answer and it filled you with anger that he was ready to throw this away. That he wasn’t even going to take a chance.

“Just tell me never liked me and I can move on.”, you demanded and he pursed his lips.

“Tell me.”, you pushed forward, your face now in front of his.

But when his eyes found yours, it burned with passion. It burned as he took your hand. It sizzled as his eyes fell to your lips.

“Nunca.”, he whispered and you wanted to wriggle your hand out of his hold to march away but he didn’t let you.

“I could never imagine my life without you in it.”, he tugged you to him.

“If you had only let me know I had a chance, I would not have waited for so long.”, he said quietly, his eyes roaming over your face as his hand caressed your cheek.

“You’ve always had a chance, Miguel. You never took it.”, you placed your palms on his chest, not wanting to pull away from his arms.

“What are you going to do with this one?”, you asked as you were in this moment, your voice turning raspy when his breath cascaded over your lips.

He waited for a second, but there was nothing to think about. He pulled you to him entirely, his hands cradling your hips so you could wrap your legs around his waist. His lips catching yours with a hunger that matched yours. He moaned with delight as your fingers got lost in his hair.

He didn’t break away but he pushed away from the desk to turn and put you on it. He pinned you down as his hands caged you in, his kisses now traveling down your neck before he returned to your lips.

He pulled away to catch his breath and you couldn’t help but laugh as you were in a state of joy, his eyes softened as he joined you. You pushed yourself up and he held your waist steady, his eyes lost in yours as if he couldn’t make sense if this was real or not.

He leaned forward, to place his forehead on yours as he breathed slowly and before you knew it, you were breathing in sync with him.

“You like me as I am?”, he asked.

“I love you as you are.”, you replied and felt his hands tighten around you.

You nudged his nose with yours to get him to look at you and when he did,

“I love you, Miguel. I always have.”, you repeated it just so he knew you were not going to take it back.

His eyes glistened as he took your hand to kiss your palm as though a broken part of him had healed. He then began to place kisses on your wrist and worked his way down your arm as though his words could never convey the depth of his love. You slowly leaned back to lie down on the table as you pulled him close.

“We might be here for a while at this rate.”, he laughed and you smiled.

“Hmm we can make up for lost time.”, you chuckled.

“Oh I see.”, he said it with a mischievous tone, taunting you as his lips hovered over yours.

“Just shut up and kiss me.”, you laughed as you pulled him by the collar of his suit to kiss him again. His laugh against your lips put the world on hold for a while.

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 11 months

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One Inch at a Time

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, first time (with Miguel), size kink, cockwarming, gentle sex, nipple, cock riding, affirmation, porn without plot

Word count: 1k

A/N: I think Miguel has a real gentle side to him when having sex cause of his size.

“Wait, wait, wait.” Miguel hissed as he watched you position yourself on top of him. Normally he would be on top but he figured since you commented on never having someone as big as him before it would be best to let you ride his cock at your own pace. He couldn’t stop his big hands from shaking as he grabbed hold of your hips, lifting you up, the tip of his cock brushing against your clit and your slick dripping down on it and down his length, “Oh fuck.” His cock pulsed with need.

He couldn’t just bury himself inside of you, he needed to wait, for your sake.

“Miguel. What’s wrong? You said I could ride you.” He’d been fingering you and eating your pussy for the past hour or so, leaving it slobbering wet, “If I’m not wet enough now I don’t think I’ll ever be.” There was also his cock, with the head sticky with pre-cum, looking so tasty. You knew well how tasty he was, you spend many nights fucking your fingers and toys while he fucked your mouth, but now was finally your pussy’s turn.

Eagerness aside you knew he would be a lot for you to take, most your toys paled in comparison to his size and thickness. It was a little scary when you saw him for the first time but you sucked on his cock like your life depended on it and have only gotten better at it since.

One of your favorite ways to suck him off was while he was in his chair, your knees propped up on his shoulders and his hands holding your ass cheeks firmly, his tongue poking, licking and prodding at your pussy, your tongue vibrating against his cock from the mutual pleasure. You watched him fuck many if his toys from the videos you sent each other too, imagining it was your pussy instead. “Gonna fuck you just like this sweetheart, just like this.” Miguel would promise as he would unload into the toy, showing you how much flowed out after.

“I did say that, and you can ride me. I... don’t want to see you hurt yourself. I know I’m a lot and there no need to take all of me.” He was always mindful of his larger size in comparison to you. The fact that he could toss you around like a ragdoll, or use you like a fuckdoll in this case made him mind go places he was scared to bring you along for. “If I hurt you... I wouldn’t forgive myself. This is supposed to be pleasurable for us both.”

“And when have you denied me my pleasure, Miguel? Did I ever tell you I was unhappy with your performance? Were you with mine?” You teased as you tried to break free from his hands, only riling him up further.

“You know I’m happy. Promise me to go slow.” This felt like something you should be asking him, he’s the one with the massive cock. When you smiled and nodded, batting your lashes at him you felt his grip let up, not leave but ease a little. With a deep breath and an encouraging smile you stretched yourself around the tip, “You have no idea how much I want to go all in. I’ve been thinking about fucking that pussy for months now.”

Shit, you thought you could take him easier. Your dildos don’t do him justice at all, and after this you know for sure that they won’t. “I wanted your cock so many times Miguel, on so many nights. When I’d see you walk back I wanted to drop down and suck you off so bad. You drive me crazy, not having your cock drives me crazy.”

“How do you think I feel?” Miguel’s eyes roamed your body, taking in all the hickies he left so far, going all the way down to your clit, “With a body like that it’s a miracle you haven’t brought me to the brink of insanity yet. Every time I see you my cock gets hard, its impossible not to think about fucking you day and night. Although I don’t think your body can handle that.” He had such a smug aura about him as he gloated about his stamina. Cocky, for good reason too.

“You let me worry about what I can or can’t take okay? You stay hard for me hm?” Yeah, like you needed to tell him that, he had the opposite problem. “You... feel... so... good... inside... me.” With every word you sunk down a little more, your whimpering painful and a big distraction for Miguel.

“Stop if you can’t-”

“I can!” You persist, taking more before you have to stop, your pussy clamping down around his cock, your nails scratching down his abs, leaving marks you didn’t mean to leave. “S-Shit. Sorry. Let me try again.” You gave him a small smile, your body trembling above his.

Miguel bit his lip and tried to soothe you by massaging your thighs. His contact was reassuring, as was the warm way his eyes looked at you. Maybe you didn’t have to take him but you wanted to, more then anything you wanted to feel his cock fully sheathed inside you and... “Fuck! Oh my god... yes...! Finally where you belong.” You almost felt dizzy, orgasming as soon as he was inside, “N-Not yet.”

“Oh. Hey. Look at me.” You let tears of frustration run down your cheeks when he cupped your face, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m really, really proud of you okay? You’ve a good girl for me, taking me all the way like this.” Miguel beconed you closer for a sweet, comforting kiss, “Rest. My cock will stay hard for you when you’re ready to go again.”

No one had a boyfriend more understanding then you, in any universe. You snuggled against Miguel’s strong, soft chest, your walls pulsing and trembling around his cock, feeling little squirts of cum pumping inside of you but for all that Miguel didn’t move, he wasn’t tense but fully relaxed underneath you, his knees bent just a little as his hands explored your bare back, shushing an comforting you. You gave him your all, which is more then he ever dared to ask, he couldn’t be happier.

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 11 months

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Miguel w/ a Petite S/O

Warnings: Implications of Smut, Protective Miguel, Flirting, Fluff, FLUFF, Size Difference, Petite Reader, Implied Size Kink, No Pronouns used for Reader Except ‘You’.

Miguel LIVES to make you flustered.

He jumps at the opportunity to trap you against a wall or in a corner, using his height and his frame to block you in, his arm leaned above your head, his eyes red, bearing down on you.

He towers over you, his shadow encompassing your smaller frame as he tells you what he plans on doing to you once you get home.

He used to be really insecure about his body – namely his shoulders – because he thought he looked disproportionate. Wrong.

But, after you showed him love, compassion, and unconditional appreciation for all that he is, he learns to love them. And all because you always tell him how wide and handsome he is, how safe you feel whenever he’s around.

He adores how small you are; he feels like he can keep you safe just by wrapping himself around you.

Yes, he is the big spoon (most of the time). This is non-negotiable.

He just curls around you like a shell and holds your back to his chest, revelling in how small you feel in his arms, how you snuggle into him and make him feel warm. Alive.

Miguel melts whenever you get up onto his shoulders – it makes him feel strong and useful. Especially if it’s to reach something that's just too far away to reach.

Admittedly, he does like to tease you about your height.

He’ll hold whatever coveted item you’re questing for above his head, his chest fluttering at the feeling of you leaning into him, frantic in your reach for your conquest.

“Hmm…I may be able to help you out here,” he says, looking down at you, eyes gleaming with an idea.

“But, it’s gonna cost you.”

You sigh, clamber down from him and cross your arms. You huff. “Fine,” you say. “What?”

Miguel gives you a look – the look – an eyebrow cocked, his lips pouted ever so slightly.

You can’t hide your smile and oblige his silent request.

As you press a soft kiss to his lips, you both know where this is going. Especially when he’s pressing his lips to yours with a feverish fervour, his front to yours, something catching your hip.

And, as your favourite mug lays abandoned on the kitchen counter, you and Miguel continue your little game – your compromise – in the bedroom.

Miguel loves having you up on his shoulders and will look for any given chance to do so.

“Aww, did you miss me, or are you just missing the feeling of my thighs around your face?” you say. Joking, of course. The crinkle around your eyes says it all.

Miguel smiles. Smirks. His hands come to rest on your waist.

“Oh, I don’t need an excuse for that.” He squeezes you, lowering his head until his mouth is to your ear. “Not when you begged me to do it last night. Bet you can still see the marks where I had to hold you down all night long–”

He’s also scared of how fragile you look, though.

If you even seem to be in the slightest danger of being knocked or pushed, he’s around you like a cloak, blocking any and all hazards from coming into contact with you.

One may call Miguel overbearing. But you just call him protective.

Then again, you don’t see the way his eyes gleam over your shoulder at whoever – or whatever – has nearly hurt you. Nor do you see them again, either.

Initially, when you were intimate for the first time, Miguel was terrified of hurting you – that he wouldn’t fit. Though, when he felt how tight you were, he almost lost every sensibility he had and nearly finished right there and then (as ashamed as he is to admit it). Now, he secretly gets off on how you whine when he stretches you out, telling him he’s “Too big – it hurts,”

It makes his chest swell and his ego bloat.

He also knows you enjoy it, too. You’ve never been very good at hiding your smiles at inopportune moments.

You have names that only you are allowed to call each other.

You call him your “Big Boy” and he calls you his “Little One”.

Anyone who has heard these nicknames – or dares use them – does not retain their hearing ability for much longer.

To Miguel, your petnames are sacred – an insignia of your relationship; of your ownership of each other.

And he exercises this sentiment over you frequently. Literally.

You fit nicely beneath Miguel when he’s working out, so whenever he’s doing press-ups he lays you beneath him and kisses you whenever he descends. And it’s you that has to tell him to keep going with the push-ups when you feel him becoming a little too invested in the kiss.

Whenever you ask him why he does this with you – especially when he can be easily distracted – he gives you a smile.

“Because you’re the only thing that can motivate me to do better. Be stronger.”

His eyes crinkle as he smiles, his fangs peaking out beneath his drawn lip.

“After all, I am your Big Boy.”

There is nothing in this universe – or any universe – that can hurt you. Not while Miguel is alive, your shadow.

And everyone knows this, too.

Though, you may just think the crowd you’re currently wading through is parting simply out of respect rather than fear.

And it is Miguel who affords you this luxury, this constant protection and adoration for whom it is you he holds. And only you.

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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Fuego

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Pairing: Miguel o'hara x female reader

Warning: mostly none, a little sensual tension

Word count: 900

Content: he's had enough of your games, hidden alcove kiss 😩

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As much as he's soft, he's irresistible for a reason 🥵

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You felt the seconds slip by, your eyes fixed on your one desire. The hallways were filled with spider people but you still stayed on track, following his footsteps. But he threw you a look over his shoulder, his eyes finding you as he gave you a sly grin. He knew how to keep you on your toes and you knew how to get what you want.

Now you caught up to him, close enough to trail your finger over his Apollo’s belt. Your eyes catching a glimpse of him through your lashes when the burning gaze he set on you made you return a smile before turning into the crowd.

The odds of the game were in your favor, you had won this round. So knowing you had gotten under his skin, you pushed back your shoulders to walk a little confidently. But as you passed by a dark corridor you felt a slight tug around your waist. Looking down, you knew this was a counter move.

A strong string of his web had been twined around you, so you stood still knowing all too well that in a second he was going tug you towards him to hold you down. Which was what happened. You were pulled into a hidden alcove, his hand gently holding the length of your neck as he enclosed you within his arms. There was no room to escape now. He knew the stakes of your game and played accordingly.

“Senorita, sabes que estas jugando con fuego?”, he dipped low to place his nose into the crook of your neck to breathe in your perfume, you inhaled sharply, wanting to forget this game, to let him trace your silhouette. He dragged the tip of his nose up the edge of your neck till his lips touched the outer rim of your ear.

“dime.”, he whispered.

You swallowed, the tight space now turning a little too sultry as your body temperature rose as his hands dug into your waist.

“You get burned.”, you said as his hand slipped from your throat to feel the contour of your body, his eyes heavy lidded as his lips hovered over yours.

He let out a low chuckle. Everyone in this universe was so oblivious to what was going on between you and him. So you caught his wandering hand to lean closer to him, to give him the illusion of a kiss, to watch him breathe you in and his eyes flutter to a close.

You chuckled, the power you held over him was evident. The most notorious man in the multiverse and here he was melting at your touch as you slipped out of his hold, if he was fire then you were gasoline about to set his mind ablaze.

“Just let me kiss you.”, he spoke, half plea, half demand as you walked him back, till his back rested on the wall.

“Me vuelves loco, bebé.”, he reached out to you as though he had been starved for your touch. He pulled you up, getting you to wrap your legs around his waist as if only then he knew peace, when you were on him. Your hand tracing down his jawline till you caught the ends of his hair.

“Stop teasing me and burn me through.”, he grumbled, as he rested his hands over the top of your thighs.

“A dangerous solution.”, you responded, your eyes taking in all his features.

“Because once I give in, I can’t give you up.”, you tilted your head to the side, all your hair cascading over to the left as he cupped the back of your neck.

“tú eres mi chica.”, he grinned, his eyes a deep swirl of longing, hunger and mysterious myrrh.

“I’m not letting you go anywhere.”, he said it in a faint whisper that sent shivers down your spine.

All these secret moments in crowded rooms with him had a way of making the world feel surreal. Because when you knew all there was to know with the multiverse and what not, no one knew about this.

There was no need to keep him waiting any longer.

“Since you asked so kindly.”, you held the sides of his face, to kiss him and for a second you could feel his body loosen under you only to come back with a ferocious groan, as though this wasn’t enough.

He pushed away from the wall, to turn and pin you up against it as he still held down your legs against his waist, to press your chest into his. His tongue slipping through your lips to deepen the kiss, all your words muffled as he moaned with satisfaction. You couldn’t feel your knees anymore, you were sure you had transcended into a different realm. You tugged on his hair as he pulled away to breathe, your nails scraping against his skin, his chest rising and falling in a heavy rhythm when his eyes could only focus on you. His pupils turning shades of pink and purple. You could tell you were both thinking the same thing, so you tilted his chin,

“You undo the secrets in my heart.”, he spoke first, his eyes boarding into yours. Taking a second to confide his secret to you.

“I only want to be yours.”, his gaze turned to the shape of your lips again, his thumb tracing your pulse as though he needed proof this was real.

“and I think I might be falling in love with you.”, you confided yours having known he was feeling the same.

“Might?”, he furrowed his brows.

“That’s no good.", he tilted his head as a slow grin spread across his face.

"Let me change that.”, he nudged his head towards you as he pulled you close again to kiss you blind, to remind you that there can be no other alternative to him, to his touch.

That warmth of his love was well capable to feed the fire in your soul.

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ୨୧ : ꒰ 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 ꒱ ♡ ˚₊‧

⌗ synopsis : some nsfw and sfw miguel headcanons.

⌗ cw : both fluff and smut. swearing, use of yn like once (I'm sorry), some angst, reader is said to be miguel's wife. thigh riding, titty fucking, size kink, mentions of crying and pain kink, breeding kink and cum play.

⌗ notes : this is slightly longer than usual so I apologize for that.

✰ miguel o'hara makes you watch him work out because he knows how flustered you get when he's sweaty and shirtless. he'll also make you sit on his back while he's doing push-ups, exaggerating every move just to tease you.

✰ when he's not in his spiderman suit, he sometimes likes to wear the tightest shirts around you, he knows those shirts do his arms justice.

✰ the only person he's scared of is you. if you don't want him to do something, he won't do it. end of story.

✰ you occasionally like to tease him by randomly slapping his ass or saying things like:

"how are your tits bigger than mine?"

"teach me your workout routine"

"damn, that ass looks good"

"you definitely have a big dick"

✰ you are the only person who can make miguel o'hara flustered.

✰ you love to kiss him every time he pouts, it's the cutest thing ever.

✰ when you guys are in public he shows little to no pda, but he smiles a lot more than usual.

✰ he may never admit it, but he loves cuddles :)) he loves to cage you in his arms and place kisses wherever he can reach. it's very soothing and helps him fall asleep.

✰ loves to watch you cook while hugging you from behind.

✰ playfully pretends to bite you every now and then, he looks all big and scary but he does have a soft side.

✰ remember the scene with lyla and miguel where she made him say please before calling for backup? yeah imagine that with you.

"yn, go call for backup now."

"excuse me? is this how you talk to your wife?" you huff glaring at him.

"I don't have time for this right now, just do it, okay?" he grumbles.

"not until you say it." "no-"

"fine, no backup then." you start walking away from him ready to leave, until -

"okay, okay. baby, will you p-please call for backup?" he whispers.

"louderr"

"baby, will you please call for backup?"

"yeah I already did, but I enjoyed that"

✰ slowly learns to open up to you about his trauma, it takes some time but once he's ready you guys spend hours talking to each other.

✰ he can never stay mad at you for too long, most of the time he's the first to apologize.

✰ if you cry because of him he'll do anything to make it up to you. he'll make you your favorite meal to cheer you up and then later hold you tightly against him apologizing over and over again.

✰ everyone teases him for being so soft around you, sometimes you join in as well.

"yeah, miggy, did I turn you into a giant soft teddy bear, hm?

"dear god, please shut up."

୨୧　:　꒰ nsfw ahead ꒱　　♡

✰ this man is the king of aftercare, cuddling with you and whispering how good you were. he'll even run you a bath afterward and shower you with affection.

✰ makes you get off on his thigh because he knows how much you love riding it, he loves how wet it gets with your arousal, making you clean it up afterwards.

✰ definitely is into fucking your tities, he has no control and starts to rut his hips like an animal. he admires how pretty your tits and face look afterwards covered in his cum.

✰ is addicted to eating you out, thrusting his tongue into your hole for hours and hours, he's addicted to your taste. miguel also conveniences you to ride his face and use him as you please, all he wants is to be suffocated between your thighs.

✰ he can usually smell when you're horny for him, if he's at work and this happens then it's an awkward situation, because he desperately wants to fucking rail you in the nearest empty room. oh, and he also has to hide his boner from everyone.

✰ uses his strength to hold you up against the wall and fuck you hard and fast.

✰ he knows how big he is and mocks you about how you won't be able to fit him in your tiny pussy.

"are you sure it'll fit, mami?"

"your pussy is so tiny, mama. I don't think you'll be able to take it"

✰ winds you up by rubbing his cock up and down your pussy without putting it in, he barely has any patience himself, seeing his cock glisten with your wetness makes him lose his mind.

✰ miguel will slap your cunt as a punishment until you're clenching around nothing and crying while begging him to fuck you.

✰ leaves love bites everywhere as a reminder that you are his and his only.

✰ you'll wear his favorite shade of lipstick before sucking him off, leaving the lipstick's imprint on his dick.

✰ breeds you like an animal, fucking you raw for hours and filling you up in every position. nothing will leak out on his watch and if it does, then he'll shove it back in using his fingers. he will lick up everything from your overestimated cunt ignoring your soft whimpers of "papi, it hurts."

✰ ties you up with his webbing and uses you as his personal toy.

✰ loves to take you from behind, smacking your ass and leaving handprints, because he's mezmeriozed by the way it jiggles every time. while he's hitting it from behind he's so rough and messy, coating you with his seed all over your ass and back, filling you up to the brim, and making sure you don't walk the next day.

✰ talking back to him will only lead to him rubbing your clit and edging you till your clit is red and engorged to the point where the throbbing has become unbearable. he might take pity and finally fuck your weeping hole.

"finally learned your lesson, mama?"

✰ soft sex is also a yes!! he may be rough and all but he loves to dot on you, whispering praises into your ear while holding you oh so delicately against his body.

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

Kento Nanami x f! reader

warnings: fluff, NSFW, MINORS DNI, college student! reader

A/N#1: Back at it with a good old Nanami brainrot.

𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

Ahh, Nanami my beloved. If there is a man in the whole JJK fandom that makes great husband material, that is Mr. Nanami over here.

He likes taking things one step at a time, to make sure he's making the right decisions, and he doesn't like rushing you in any kind of way.

you two are literally the dark academia couple everyone is trying to be

takes a lot of time to warm up to you, but trust me, once he does get attached to you, it's worth it

Nanami is a very organized man, so he arranges his schedule to have more time to spend with you

he is such a gentleman, he always holds doors open for you and closes them once you are inside

loves having you in his lap while he's doing paperwork or is typing away at his laptop

Nanami: *concentrated on his work*

You: *spread on his lap, arms wrapped around his torso, legs dangling off the chair and head snuggled in his neck, drunk from his cologne*

Nanami is a well-educated man, so his gestures and his behavior are always top-notch

buys you flowers at least once a week

helps you with homework and studying, but he never gives you the complete answers, only some hints so you could figure it out by yourself

and that method is even more effective than your old studying ways

early mornings spent together watching the sunrise and late nights out in the city

your parents adore him, he is so mannered and so well behaved that they trusted him immediately

yeah, your dad (if you have one) invites Nanami to go fishing with him or just grab a coffee from time to time

spending time together, but also giving each other space to do your own things

he doesn't like showing it, but he is a jealous man. Hates it when Gojo comes around his apartment and starts flirting with you

you dismiss Gojo's advantages, ofc, but that doesn't stop Kento from glaring daggers at the albino rat

will probably kick Gojo out and lock the door

has the cutest nicknames for you, like, my darling, beloved, precious, and princess😊

it surprised you at first, but Nanami is so caring and so kind, he just doesn't let it show all the time.

acts like a worried mother hen when you get sick lol

"I'm out!" you announce your boyfriend and close the door behind you

"Don't forget your jacket!" he yells and starts chasing after you down the halls of the apartment building

for a man that has been single for a while, his house is always clean and organized, nothing is out of place and everything is spotless

yes, he does put a headband and an apron on when he cleans around

paternal head pats

loving forehead kisses

loves praising you, sexually or not

"You did such a good job, Y/N. I'm so proud of you"

he loves seeing your face light up at those encouraging words, your eyes shine, and your cute smile

he has such a good style, you're never ashamed of his outfits when going out with him

so careful and so gentle when you're on your period, makes sure you have everything you need and you're taken care of well

offers you massages and relaxing baths when the cramps are too much to handle

lets you use him as a heater bc the man is always so warm

goes out and buys tampons/pads/menstrual cups with no shame

this man always knows how to handle your mood swings and emotional outbursts

yes, he apologizes even tho it's not his fault

makes sure your candy stocks are full

when he's out grocery shopping, he always buys all of your favorite food

you two own a cat. her name is Berry

he is an early riser, so he will make sure to not make too much noise before the time you wake up

keeps a picture of you in his wallet

such a light sleeper, he will immediately wake up when you squirm too much in bed bc of nightmares

prefers being the big spoon, but he won't say no to being babied and cuddled by you

kisses your hands, your shoulders, your palms, and your fingers as a sign of affection and devotion

rarely posts on his social media, but when he does, he puts pictures with the two of you and comments on your posts all the time

yes, your college friends are jealous you found such a good man

picks you up from school and drops you there in the morning

brings you snacks and beverages there

your first time was with him, and he was so gentle and so patient

moved as slow as you needed him to and always made sure he didn't hurt you with his fat, juicy co-

Kento Nanami does not fuck, he makes love to you.

But, be assured that when you need a lesson, the daddy makes sure to give you what you need and teach you a lesson

breeding kink you ask? yes

loves having you in a mating press so he could look at your reddened cheeks and tearing eyes while he drills into you

he likes seeing you in light-colored lingerie, and he buys it for you when something really catches his eye

holds your hips when you make out with him on his lap

Nanami is a gentleman, so he will wash his hands before fingering you

morning quickies? yes

shower sex

he rails you on his desk

"Have you been a good girl, angel?"

sex with him is so different each time you two get at it, it's either completely railing you until you can't no more, or slow, sentimental sex

amazing at aftercare. runs hot baths, gives you massages, cooks whatever food you'd like, and cuddles with you

doesn't mind the teddy bears you keep in the bed but is slowly trying to make you feel safe enough on your own, to be able to sleep without them

making out to slowed songs in the shower

hugs you from behind and holds you to his warm chest

keeps his hand on your thigh while driving

making out in the car

gives you his coat without you asking for it

so protective of you, no one ever dares to bat an eye at you

pins your hands above your head

yes he does put his fingers in your mouth

this man loves satisfying any fantasy or kink you have

the house chores are spread between the both of you, so everything is easier

sends you short tets when he's at work, or just sends you pictures of what he's doing

he once sent you a picture of Yuji and him smiling, with the caption "He keeps calling me his dad"

"I love you" from him, comes from gestures, small touches, eye contact, and small, loving kisses

Overall analysis:

Do you really need reasoning? Just marry him already hoe

Overall grade: infinite/10 husband material, 100% would marry

A/N#2: If you liked this one, try reading DATING TOJI FUSHIGURO NEXT <3

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Nanami Kento and his obsession to see your morning hair and see you wearing his dress shirt after a night long love making. His thoughts would be like, "I did that."

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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Strangers in Love

Chapter 4

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: You and Nanami have a much needed discussion.

Genre: Divorce AU

Story Warnings: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Divorce, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Arguments, Ex-Husband Nanami Kento

Nanami is standing with you outside your door, his eyes locked on your hand gripping his arm. You asked him to stay. You wanted him to stay. Nanami’s not sure how he got here with you as the night went to complete shit due to his lack of emotional control. The way he acted like a petulant child whose favorite toy had to be shared with someone else - it was mortifying. But he couldn’t help feeling that way when it came to you. He misses you. He still loves you. It had to be so damn obvious to you - as obvious as it was to him in this moment where you’re looking up at him with big pleading eyes. You have to know. He can’t deny it. And despite the sour turn of events, it all brought him here with you, where you asked him to stay .

He takes your hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze before he nods.

In the foyer of your apartment, you both slip your shoes off in silence. You reach over to flip the lights on and it’s all too familiar to Nanami, though slightly uncomfortable now. He ignores the way his heart beats against his rib cage rapidly as you hang up his jacket for him and he follows you to the living room. He takes in your surroundings. Your taste in decor has certainly changed, he notes. It’s more mature now, full of little things that make the space more…yours. You have photographs neatly placed on your side table and bookshelves. None that Nanami recognizes and he feels a sudden pang of guilt and sadness that these are memories you created without him.

Your voice pulls him out of his pity party to ask if he’d like a glass of wine.

“Merlot?” he asks. A wide grin spreads across your face and Nanami’s heart beats even faster if possible. He hasn’t seen that grin in some time. He missed it.

“Merlot”, you answer. “Make yourself at home. I’ll be right back with the good stuff.”

He watches as you turn to make your way to the kitchen before he goes back to surveying his surroundings. There’s a picture on your bookshelf of you and your family on a trip to what appears to be somewhere outside of Japan. He’s not sure where, but it looks beautiful and it looks fun. He continues exploring, finding a picture of you and Gojo at a bar. He’s got his arm slung around your shoulders, pulling you against him with his head thrown back laughing. You’re sipping your drink, the camera capturing the exact moment you rolled your eyes. Despite the annoyed expression you wear, it’s clear to Nanami that you were having a great time. Again, he wonders how many nights out you’ve had with Gojo and if it ever led to anything more than a platonic outing.

He lets his jealousy wash over him for the briefest of seconds before he lets it go. He has no room to be upset about anything you’ve done in the time you haven’t seen each other, or even now for that matter. You taught Nanami that lesson the hard way just an hour ago.

He moves across the space to take a seat on your couch. Your apartment is cozy and comfortable. Nanami imagines you curled up on the couch reading a book or watching your favorite shows like you used to do in the apartment you shared years ago. He loved coming home to find you asleep on the couch, though now that he thinks back you probably only did that because you were waiting up for him to get back from work.

Your approaching footsteps from down the hall bring him back to the present and he smiles up at you as you hand him a glass of merlot. You’ve changed out of your dress and into a cute t-shirt with some anime character he’s positive he’s never heard of and some shorts.

“Sorry, I had to get out of that dress”, you apologize. He’s not sure why you do. He doesn’t care that you’ve changed your clothes, but he nods, ignoring the thought that he would have also liked to get you out of that dress. He can’t help it. You’re as beautiful as he remembers.

“Don’t worry about it. I think you look great in anything”, he tells you and he tries to hide the blush he’s sure is spreading across his cheeks when you giggle. It sounds exactly how he remembers - bubbly, cute, music to his ears .

“Thank you for having me over”, he says as he sips his wine. The merlot is delicious - dry, but with big fruit flavors. It’s similar to the bottle he ordered at the restaurant. He inwardly celebrates a win at still knowing what wine you enjoyed. You take a seat on the couch across from him, crossing one leg under you and Nanami tries not to pay too much attention to the way your shorts ride up your thighs.

You’re smiling at him, your fingers tapping your glass. “I didn’t want the night to end just yet”, your voice is small with your confession.

“Me neither”, he agrees just as quietly.

You’re both sitting in comfortable silence, sipping your wine and simply enjoying each other’s presence. After a moment, you speak up.

“I owe you an apology.”

Nanami raises an eyebrow, “what for?”

“For the way I spoke to you tonight. For the things I said to you at dinner.”

He shakes his head. “You don’t have to apologize for that. It was the truth and…I needed to hear it. It was sobering.”

You nod and return to silence though it’s clear to him that you want to keep talking. He hopes he doesn’t hit a sore spot bringing this up but–

“Why did you say I didn’t fight for you?” He asks. Your eyes meet his and you purse your lips together in a thin line.

“Because you didn’t”, you state simply.

“The day you left and for days following, I called you so many times. I bombarded you with text messages and all were unanswered.”

Your shoulders rise with a shrug. “It was too late by then, Nanami. And that’s not when you should have fought. For a long time I asked you to do things that would have helped save our marriage, things that would have made me feel less alone and you didn’t.” You paused to take a sip of your wine before continuing. “I spent a lot of nights waiting for a text that you were okay when you weren’t home yet and they never came. Or a call saying you’d be home late for dinner. They never came. Any conversation I tried to have with you was quickly shut down because you were too tired and just wanted peace and quiet. When I left, I blocked your number for a while because I knew I would go back if you asked me to…and nothing would change.”

Nanami stared down into his glass of wine as you continued to list off the ways he put no effort into fighting for your marriage. At the time, all he worried about was working to save enough money for Malaysia - a dream he now realizes he let take everything from him. You deserved more from him. He let his own dream consume him and it destroyed you in the process.

“Did you know I suspected you were having an affair?” You confessed. Nanami shook his head, watching your expression.

“Yeah”, you laughed humorlessly. “I even went through your things while you showered once. I was so convinced you were cheating. That that was the reason it seemed you couldn’t stand me anymore - couldn’t stand my touch, when I spoke to you.” He watched as you turned your head away from him, quickly swiping your cheek and he knew you were trying to hide that you were crying. He felt his stomach twist.

When you turned your head back, Nanami held his hand out to you. You watched his open hand, hesitating for just a moment before you took it.

“I’m so sorry”, he whispers, his thumb rubbing across your knuckles softly and you nod, acknowledging the apology but you don’t continue. Nanami takes a deep breath, steeling himself. “I never cheated on you, I would never cheat on you.”

He leans forward to place his wine glass down on the coffee table in front of him before he scoots closer to you and reaches over to take your glass as well. He holds out his other hand for you to take, which you do.

“I should have been so much better to you. I failed you as a husband and I truly can’t apologize to you enough. I let my own dreams cloud my judgment. I assumed you’d always be there no matter what while I took advantage of the love and trust you had in me.”

With both hands now held in Nanami’s, the tears rolled freely down your cheeks. It hurts him to see, but Nanami pushes forward.

“My greatest mistake was not fighting for you, for our marriage, for us . I wish I could express how incredibly sorry I am. You suffered because of me and you didn’t deserve it. I was an idiot, a fucking idiot. I’m sorry.”

You choke back a sob, pulling a hand away to wipe at your eyes and Nanami can’t stop himself from cupping your face between both his hands, his thumbs gently wiping away your tears. Your hands come up to hold his wrists and it feels like you’re both in the elevator again. The room feels like it’s shrinking in on you and Nanami realizes it’s because your faces are slowly drifting closer. Your eyes drop down to his lips so quickly he would have missed it if his own eyes weren’t locked on yours. He leans even closer and you meet him halfway, noses brushing against each other the way they did just hours prior.

Your eyes flutter closed as you breathe out, “I never asked because I was scared but are you seeing anyone? Married?”

“No,” he answers immediately. He runs the tip of his nose along the bridge of yours, his lips ghosting over your own and you sigh. Nanami bites back the groan that threatens to escape as your hands slide up his arms to land on his chest. The room is so quiet, save for both your increasingly rapid breaths as your noses continue touching.

“Good”, you purr.

“And you?” Nanami asks as he brings a hand to rest on the back of your neck. “You’re not dating Gojo, but is there anyone else? Married?”

“No”, you answer just as quickly.

“Good. Because I only saw red simply thinking about you dating Gojo. I might have actually combusted if I had found out you were married.”

His confession elicits a moan from you and he has to resist kissing you right then and there. Instead, he continues laying his heart out before you. “I’ve missed you”, he says. “I miss you. Present tense.”

You nod, “I miss you too.”

It’s quiet again, your hands now curled into the material of his shirt hanging on for dear life while you and Nanami continue to caress each other’s noses, too scared to move further until Nanami finally does. A desperate sigh rushes past his lips and he pulls slightly away from you, bringing his thumb down to trace your bottom lip.

You’re staring up at him, eyes rimmed red from crying, cheeks flushed and he wants you more than he ever has in his entire life right now. He leans back down, pressing his forehead to yours. “Can I kiss you?” he asks quietly. His answer is met with silence from you, the only sound being your breathing and nothing else. “ Please. ”

Please say yes. He thinks he’ll die if you say no. But if you do say no, he’ll accept it. He’ll accept that though you both miss each other, there’s nothing remaining between you two. He’ll be heartbroken, but he’ll have deserved it. He’ll–

“ Kento ”, you whisper his name and he knows what’s next. You’ll let him down as easily as you can, maybe tell him it may be best for him to go. He closes his eyes, waiting for the blow. Your hands tug the fabric of his shirt, pulling him towards you as you tilt your head up, your lips hovering just over his, “ Kiss me ”.

It’s all he needs to hear before his lips are crashing into yours in a desperate, searing kiss. Nanami kisses you hard, fervently, like he’s a dying man and the only thing that can save him is a kiss from you. He runs his tongue along your lip, begging for entrance and you grant it to him easily, sighing into his mouth. Nanami presses his tongue against yours and he can’t stop the deep guttural groan that escapes him as he revels in this familiar taste that he’s missed so fucking much .

Your fingers move to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one until his shirt falls open. You break the kiss almost reluctantly to pull back and take him in. Nanami is sure he looks wrecked, pupils blown, hair mussed, lips red and swollen from kissing. You don’t seem to care though, your fingers reaching forward to his exposed chest. You press your hands against his bare skin and Nanami whimpers softly, his face coming down to hide in the crook of your neck. He’s so touch starved for you, he doesn’t care how desperate it makes him look. He is desperate - for you .

Your fingers graze down his chest, over his nipples and he shivers at your touch. He wraps his arms around your waist as he leans back and pulls you into his lap to straddle him.

“Is this okay?” He whispers as he presses a kiss to your neck.

“Yes, Kento.” You breathe, tilting your head to the side to give him more access as he kisses that sensitive spot right underneath your jaw. Your hands continue their journey down, now grazing over his abdomen and you moan softly as his muscles flex underneath your touch. “You’re even more fit than before.”

He chuckles lightly. “I had to blow off steam somehow the last five years.”

Nanami brings one hand around to press against the small of your back as he trails the other up along your spine. He remembers you liking that and apparently you still do because your hands shoot up to grab onto his shoulders tightly as you whimper loudly. Nanami feels his cock twitch, straining against his slacks but he doesn’t have time to calm himself down as you bring your hips down to meet his.

The sensation shocks Nanami for a moment, then his hips come up to meet yours as his eyes roll back briefly at the feeling of your warmth against him. He wants nothing more than to be inside you, to connect with you again, not just on a physical level but an emotional one as well. But he also wants to take his time with you. He wants to remind you that he still knows how to make you come undone with just his touch. That despite what you may think - be it he stopped caring, stopped being attracted to you, stopped loving you - none of it was true.

“ Fuck ,” you moan, “Kento, I need you. Please, I need you so badly right now.”

You roll your hips against his again, harder this time and Nanami has to break away from kissing your neck to groan. He’s trying to catch his breath, but goddamnit you’re making it so hard for him - literally.

“Can I take your shirt off,” he gasps out. You nod, raising your arms above your head and Nanami pulls your shirt off and tosses it somewhere behind the couch.

You’re not wearing a bra.

His eyes roam over you hungrily, drinking in the sight before him. The draft in the room already has your nipples hardening. He leans forward, taking your right nipple into his mouth while his hand comes up to caress your left breast. You cry out, hands finding purchase in his hair and he doesn’t care in the least that you’re pulling him closer to your chest by the roots. His mouth works your nipple, tongue lapping, lips sucking until he switches to the other and repeats the motions. You’re keening over him, hips grinding down on him and it’s taking all his willpower to not throw you onto the floor and take you right there.

You push him back, climbing off of his lap to lay back on the couch, pulling Nanami on top of you as you make quick work of undoing his belt. As you work to get his pants off, Nanami pulls your shorts down only after you nod with approval. He tosses your shorts off to the side, not caring where they land as he takes in the sight of you in only your panties.

You pull his pants down, leaving him in his boxer briefs. His stare must make you uncomfortable because you bring your thighs together to hide yourself. He smiles gently down at you as he caresses your hips, dragging his hands up your legs until they rest on your knees.

“You’re beautiful”, he murmurs. He presses his hands against your knees softly. “Open your legs for me, my love.”

And you do.

Nanami watches as you spread your thighs and he imagines this must be what it’s like to watch the gates of heaven open.

There’s a wet spot at the center of your panties, evidence of your arousal. He’s glad he’s not alone in this because he can feel the dampness of his precum soaking through his own undergarments. He watches your chest rise and fall rapidly in anticipation and he can’t wait anymore. He reaches forward, pressing his thumb against your center, mouth falling open slightly when your back arches as you gasp.

You sit up, lips slamming into his as you push his shirt off his shoulders and pull him down on top of you. “I want you. I need you”, you breathe against his lips. Your hands find the waistband of his briefs and Nanami’s find the waistband of your panties, both tugging the articles of clothing down. He throws your panties to the side, but you only get his briefs halfway down his thighs before he’s moving your hand.

He wraps his hand around his throbbing dick, pumping himself as your eyes watch ardently. Your tongue darts out to lick your lips and Nanami hums in appreciation.

“You don’t know how many nights I’ve gone thinking about you”, he mutters, eyes locked on you. He’s still pumping himself as he speaks. “So many nights with my hand wrapped around my cock just like this–” he squeezes himself, dragging his hand up his length and grunting as he watches the precum drip slowly from his tip onto your soaked cunt. “I’ve missed you every single day for the last five years. I won’t deny it. I can’t.”

Your hips come up to seek friction and Nanami places a hand on your thigh to hold you down. “Kento…” you murmur.

“I know, my love. We’ll get there, but I need to tell you this.”

He leans over you, pressing a quick kiss to your lips as he slides the tip of his cock up and down your slick folds. You whine at the sensation, back arching to press your chest against his. “I always wondered if I’d ever see you again. If I’d ever have you like this again. I had given up hope. I was ready to let you just live your life and forget about me even if I couldn’t forget about you.”

He presses himself against your entrance, not moving and your breath hitches as you stare up at him. He returns your gaze with the same desire, the same intensity. “I’m so glad I ran into you in the bakery that day. It felt like the gods had taken pity on me. And when you agreed to dinner, I didn’t think we’d end up here. It wasn’t my intention, but–” he kisses you again, sweetly. “It’s the perfect opportunity for me to tell you–” he groans loudly as he pushes forward, sliding into you slowly, taking his time, “ I still love you ”, he says through gritted teeth.

Fuck, you feel so good. He remembers sex with you always feeling amazing, but in this moment he worries he might cum right this very second if he moves. He closes his eyes, letting a shudder wrack through his body as your walls squeeze down on him. You’re panting into his shoulder, whispering his name over and over and it’s really not helping the overwhelming desire to cum right now.

Nanami steadies himself, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before he moves, thrusting into you at a slow and steady pace. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer as he pumps into you.

“I–” you gasp, bringing your hips up to meet his and crying out at the way the action makes Nanami hit your cervix deliciously, “I– missed you too. I’ve missed you for so long. How could I ever forget you?” you breathe against him.

He kisses you, brows knitting together as he tries so hard not to cum hearing your confession. He didn’t deserve you. He knows it and despite it all, you still missed him the way he missed you.

He lifts one of your legs to wrap around his waist and he picks up his pace, the loud smack of your bodies meeting over and over again filling the space of your apartment. Your breaths are becoming erratic and Nanami knows you’re as close as he is. He can feel your walls tightening, only making it harder for him to not release himself into you just yet.

He pounds into you harder, faster, relishing the lewd noises he’s pulling from you. You wrap your arms around his back, hand landing on that spot between his shoulder blades that always makes him come undone. He hangs on the best he can, adjusting himself so he can grab the flesh of your ass as he fucks you into the couch.

“Kento, Kento, Kento”, you moan loudly. “Oh, fuck - oh god, I’m close. Baby, I’m so close –”

Nanami grunts in acknowledgment, squeezing your ass hard. “Cum for me, love.”

He feels your walls flutter around him, your body stiffening as your orgasm rips through you. You’re screaming his name as Nanami presses his face into the crook of your neck and thrusts himself into you one, two, three times before his release rips through him, painting your walls white with his cum. He’s not sure he’s ever cum so hard in his life and the feeling has his mind reeling with memories of you.

Him meeting you in high school, late night phone calls when you went your separate ways for college, his first confession of his feelings for you, moving into together, your engagement and wedding. And then the sadness hits him like a train - memories of you trying to hide that you were crying, ignored phone calls and text messages that led to your extreme loneliness, the way he treated you and ultimately lost you.

He’s still pumping into you, his release now dripping out of you and onto the couch when he feels the tears emerge, running down his cheeks and onto your shoulder. He chokes back a quiet sob as he keeps fucking you, muttering whispered I’m so sorrys and I love yous into your neck over and over again.

You loop your arms around his neck, your fingers combing through his hair lovingly as you shush him. Nanami can’t remember the last time he let himself cry. The action felt foreign to him, but as you soothed him through his breakdown, he just couldn’t bring himself to care.

He doesn’t know how long he’s thrusting into you as he apologizes profusely, but when he stops, you only turn your head to kiss his cheek. Nanami slips out of you, you both whimpering at the loss and lays beside you. He folds you into his arms lovingly, kissing the top of your head. You sigh into him as you wrap your arms around him and snuggle closer.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” you mumble, sleep already overtaking you.

“Of course I will, my love.”

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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Nanami strikes me as the type of guy who can keep poker face but his red tinged ears give him away

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lavanderlovesmahogany · 1 year

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ overprotective/jealous nanami on my mind - minors / ageless / blank blogs dni.

nanami kento knows he’s charming his way right into your heart - he knows because he’s putting all his effort into it. he’s already fallen madly in love with you, and what he needs is for you to meet him halfway. time is on his side, he believes it to be true, and eventually you’ll realize just how good he can be for you.

he’s worked so hard for this, so hard for you - of course, he gets jealous whenever other men try to pluck at the delicate seams of your budding relationship. he’ll never unmask this side of him around you. he’s smart enough not to allow his emotions to govern his thinking in that way, and his jealousy would only unravel the blanket of trust that he’s slowly been weaving together with you.

it’s a risk he isn’t willing to take.

he can’t help but feel possessive over you right now. you’re both on a date, for god’s sake, and this asshole is still here chatting away like his presence actually means something. he’s been able to swat away the other suitors, but for whatever reason the guy in front of him remains drawn to you like a moth to a flame.

despite claiming that he’s a bit “overbearing” you still insist that this guy is “a friend”. nanami can see right through his intentions and it boils his blood. while polite word’s may be leaving his lips, in the back of his mind he’s cursing out the guy like a drunken sailor. he lightly rubs his thumb against your waist, maintaining his tempered composure so that you can finish carrying on the rest of this pointless conversation.

he subtly rolls his eyes when you accept the guy’s request to join your table. you’re too sweet, he thinks to himself, too considerate of the bastard’s feelings. he lets the evening play out until he finds a loophole when you excuse yourself to use the restroom. that’s when his face falls immediately - his stone cold expression hardening as he clenches his jaw out of anger. his gaze is hostile, the warmth of all his affection a shadow in line with your footsteps that’s far from the dinner table. he grips onto his whiskey glass with consideration to not shatter it into bits, before curtly telling the guy to fuck right off. nanami knows how intimidating he can be, which is why he isn’t at all surprised when the guy hastily scrambles to his feet.

you return to find a spot vacant on the table but nanami’s handsome smile fills the void. you slide into the booth feeling the comfort of his strong arm circle around you once more. you don’t even seem to care that your “friend” left without saying goodbye, as a matter of fact nanami might even think that you look relieved to find him gone.

you still take a moment to apologize to him for allowing the guy to interrupt your date. nanami leans in, placing the softest, most sweetest kiss on the corner of your mouth. “it’s fine, my darling,” he murmurs, noting the way your pupils dilate at the tender pet name.

you carry on with your evening like nothing even happened, ordering a dessert to share then clearing the bill. he walks you back to your apartment and kisses you goodnight with the intention of reminding you that you are his girl. it’s a kiss that makes you feel like that ground might swallow you whole, that has your fingers tangling into his hair as your lungs work hard to circulate the oxygen to your brain. everything around you is spinning, except for the gorgeous man in front of you who remained perfectly still. your desire lights up your pretty irises, and making you ask him in a lovestruck daze if he would like to come inside.

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I think Nanami would have thing for scents, like he'll be outside and the wind will carry scent of specific flowers and he is instantly reminded of you. You'll be away for work maybe and he'll put your sweater up to his nose (101% will be hugging your pillow to sleep, it still smells of you and shampoo you use). ALSO coming home after overtime one day, hugging you and smelling his body wash on you, he always loved to give you his clothes to wear but something about the body wash drives him crazy

Oh this is some really sweet imagery anon, and I definitely agree.

It’s a comfort thing at its core. The scent of you ingrained in his mind, almost able to conjure it without you even around and it soothes him in moments of stress. Kento hates being parted from you during the working day, but when that extends to nights apart as well, he’s really not a happy bunny. He tends to sleep on your side of the bed on those occasions, his nose buried in your pillow and wrapped in sheets where your scent lingers the most. Whilst he continues to miss you with all his heart, at least he can find sleep when you’re gone.

As for when he smells his body wash on your skin… oh, that’s special and Kento will bury his nose in the sweet crook of your neck and along the curve of your shoulder. The rumble of satisfaction from deep in his chest sounding like the purring of a big cat, the comparison not far off being accurate as he practically rubs against you, scent-marking you with his cheek. He can smell you beneath the layer of body wash, the aroma of your unique scent hiding behind the musk of his own and he takes his time to strip you off the scent that you’ve placed on your skin.

Kissing and licking over your bare flesh, rolling with you the sheets where your combined scent mingle in a happy coexistence. Marking you as his whilst losing himself in your essence, consuming your honeyed slick and nosing at your pert clit filled with blood.

“You smell divine, my beloved, let me bathe in your scent and preserve it in my mind forever.”

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Stargazing with Nanami (Ft a proposal)

Nanami who has loved you since the moment he met you, he remembers it clear as day, your eyes gliding over him with a smile playing on your lips. He never really considered himself a romantic, sure, he wanted to settle down, please his family with some grandchildren and live a content life. But when he met you? All of that was thrown out the window, it was love at first sight and he wouldn't have it any other way.

Nanami who finally asked you out, after months of trying to build up the confidence to do so, for some coffee. You immediately hit it off, it was like he has been a part of your life since the beginning like life had no meaning before meeting him. It was as if you were built for him and him you. He had been dating you for a year exactly, and it is your anniversary, he wanted to do something special for you. To go above and beyond.

Nanami who spent months picking out the perfect ring, stalking your Pinterest board and trying to match your taste exactly, so you are happy. He has been overthinking the ring since he bought it, he wants perfection for you, you are perfect in his eyes so of course he would settle for no less for your ring.

Nanami who asks for permission from your parents a week before, and meets up with your best friend to discuss the plan. They work together to get you proposal ready, getting your nails, hair and makeup perfect for the date.

Nanami who books an observatory, he buys picnic foods like chocolate strawberries, wine, sandwiches and other snacks. He gets your favourite flowers and makes a bouquet himself for you.

Nanami who picks you up in his car, holding your hand the entire time and telling you how beautiful you are. Even more so than usual.

Nanami who loves seeing your bright smile at what he's spent all week working on and thinking about for the better half of six months. You have been blown away by how attentive he has been and thoughtful his idea was, you really do love him and you know that no man could ever incite such a swell of the heart. He looked up at the stars, and you note that it's beautiful, he looks down at you, "It really is."

Nanami who takes a deep breath and gets on one knee, the words "Will you make me the happiest man alive and accept my hand in marriage?"

Nanami who has never smiled that wide when you said yes, pressed his lips to yours, the moment quickly changing from sweet and romantic to steamy and heated. He picked you up and placed you on the mound of blankets and pillows surrounded by fairy lights and candles. Kissing you even harder, he starts to unzip your dress, his cold hands making you shiver in pleasure, "I'm going to fuck some babies into you, you know, get ahead of the family planning."

Nanami who cleans you up after you came all over his dick more times than you can count, his cum running down your thighs sending you shivers down your spine and goosebumps. He gets you a change of clothes and you both spend the night watching the stars, you spot a shooting star and you ask him what his wish was, and he replies with "To spend every day with you, loving you and worshipping your body."

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The Perfect Remedy

Pairing: husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit - MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.4k

cw: established relationship, smut - fingering, cunnilingus, spit play, vaginal sex, use of pet names (baby, princess, sweetie, honey)

Summary: Nanami knows the perfect remedy for when you have a bad day.

Notes: Another week, another Nanami piece written purely out of horniness for this man. Enjoy! Reblogs, likes, and/or comments are ALWAYS appreciated! Thanks for reading! Tagging @liliorsstuff-blog, here’s another one for our husband! 😘

Nanami absolutely dotes on you when you’re having a bad day.

It’s Sunday, almost noon, and you’re still in bed, not wanting to get up. Your husband wastes no time in trying to make you feel better. And since this is hardly the first time you’ve been like this, he knows exactly what he needs to do.

He walks in, still in his pajamas, carrying a small tray with a hot plate of your favorite breakfast. Next to it is a thin glass vase with a single red rose. There’s a gentle expression on his face as soon as he sees you awake. “How’s my sweetheart feeling?” he asks, setting the tray at the end of the bed, placing the flower on the nightstand beside you.

“Already better because of you,” you smile, reaching an arm out to touch him. “Thank you.”

He sits at the edge, taking your hand in his, lifting it up to his lips, kissing at your knuckles. “Are you hungry?”

“Starving.”

He props the tray up in front of you, watching you dig in, happy to see you delighting in his cooking. You feed him a few bites, which he accepts, grinning fondly at you. He does most of the talking, which is unusual for him. But at times like this, he pulls out all of the stops, aware that you’re in the mood to listen to his soothing voice, chatting away about current events he read in this morning’s paper.

When you’re done, he takes the tray away, giving you a smooch on the forehead before walking out of the bedroom. Shortly after, he returns with a steaming mug of your favorite hot beverage, handing it to you. You stay sitting up, letting the pleasant warmth of the cup radiate to your surrounding hands, sipping at it slowly. It’s perfect, exactly the way you like it. That’s just one of many things you love about Nanami; his attention to detail.

While you remain in bed, he tidies up the room, picking up a few pieces of littered laundry from the floor, folding clothes, reorganizing products on the shared vanity. He takes his time doing these mundane tasks, wanting to stay near you in case you need anything. You watch him affectionately, always in awe about how lucky you are to have him. It’s ordinary moments like this that remind you how special the life you built with him is.

With every chore complete, he sits next to you on the edge of the bed, cupping your cheek. “Shall we take a bath?”

Minutes later, the bathtub is filled with hot water. Three lit candles are set around it, the subtle scent relaxing as he helps you undress, large fingers grazing across your skin slowly. He’s already naked behind you, body pressed closed to yours, grazing his lips along your neck and shoulders. Completely bare now, he tilts your chin towards him, kissing you passionately, his other hand caressing your belly. He lets out a small, satisfied hum, his cock hardening against you. He gets into the bath first, settling in comfortably, holding his hand out to help you next. You sit in front of him, cozy in the tub, relaxed in his arms. The two of you stay like this for a while, basking in the pleasant heat of the water and your bodies surrounding each other.

Eventually, his hands start to roam, first at your chest, squeezing your breasts softly, pinching at the nipples until they’re plump between his fingers. You crane your neck to kiss him, sucking at his lower lip, quiet moans escaping your mouth. He trails further down between your thighs, fingers searching for your clit, one hand still firm on your tit. You melt into him, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he pleasures you, circling your bud underwater.

“Ah, Kento,” you whimper, reaching to play with his hair, turning to kiss him on the neck.

“Just enjoy it, princess. Let me take care of you,” he whispers, rubbing your clit faster. Waves start to splash with each rapid movement he makes, some of it spilling over the sides of the tub. He doesn’t stop even after you climax, knowing you can still take it. It’s only when you’re twitching, puffy bud too sensitive from stimulation, that you grab at his wrist to pause him. You giggle, shifting around to wrap your arms around his neck. “Too much, sweetie,” you say, nuzzling your face to his. “I want you inside me now.”

Soon, you’re back on the bed after hastily drying yourselves off. He hovers over you, skin still damp, beads of water dripping from the tips of his hair. The way he gazes at you, as if you’re the most marvelous sight, always puts a swell in your chest. You’re everything to him, just as he is to you.

He positions his face between your legs, spreading your thighs wide, licking his lips before he dives in. Still sensitive from earlier, you curse as soon as his tongue swipes over your clit. He eats you out sloppily, mouth open, drooling, tongue flicking relentlessly against your bud. His middle finger teases your entrance before slipping in entirely, pussy already wet and ready for him. With an added finger, he fucks you slowly, curling at just the right spot.

A high-pitched whine escapes your mouth, fists clenching tightly to the bed sheets below you. He hums in response, surrounding you with lips and tongue, fingers deep inside you, the tips toying with your G-spot. Again, he doesn’t stop when you orgasm on his face. Your husband is relentless when it comes to pleasuring you. You have to physically restrain him to put a halt to his efforts, sitting up to pull him towards you to kiss him, mouth sloppy from saliva and arousal. He loves it when you taste yourself on him, licking along his lips and down to his chin, collecting it on your tongue. Hand behind your neck, he pulls you close, sucking on your tongue, then spitting into your mouth. He watches you swallow, opening again for him to repeat the process.

Satisfied, he rolls you on top of him, planting his feet on the bed. “I’m going to take care of you, okay? All you have to do is take it. Can you do that for me, honey?” He reaches for the drawer next to the bed for the lube, prepping himself.

You nod against him, face buried in the crook of his neck, arms tight around him. He uses his knees to spread your legs wide, hands on your hips, guiding his erect cock inside you. It slides in smoothly, slick from lubricant, your multiple orgasms, and his saliva. Once he bottoms out, he starts thrusting. “Does this feel good, princess?” he murmurs, increasing the pace.

“Fuck, it feels so good,” you breathe out.

“You take it so well. We were made for each other.” He glides his hands to your ass. “I get to fuck this perfect pussy for the rest of our lives, don’t I?”

“Yes, baby. Forever and ever,” you moan, trying to ride him.

He chuckles. “You can’t help yourself, can you, honey? Always want to ride this cock. I told you; I’ll take care of you.” He holds you steadily, pumping his cock in and out of you, fucking your sweet spot once more. “So let me do all the work.”

You relax, relinquishing all control to him. Letting him fuck you until your brain is empty, until your pussy is drenched, until you’re so fucked out that you can’t move a single bone in your spent body. Ecstasy consumes you, all thoughts focused on him and nothing else. His tender touch as he nuzzles his nose to yours, whispering sweet nothings in your ear. The rough jerk of his hips, pumping his hard cock into your wet pussy, determined and eager for more of your cum. Desperate to make every part of you feel good.

When he’s finally pushed over the edge, he grunts in your ear, releasing his hot load inside you. He cradles you in his arms, kissing you softly, whispering, “I love you,”, sensing you’re on the verge of sleep. He rolls you to the side, sliding out of you, admiring the way his cum leaks out of your fluttering slit. Quietly, he hops out of bed, retrieving baby wipes from the bathroom, cleaning you up. All finished, he slips his arm around your waist, spooning you from behind. Half-asleep, you slot your fingers between his, snuggling in closer to him, smiling.

You can always count on your wonderful husband to turn a bad day into a good one.

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Imagine slow, tender sex with him induced by the storm outside, the water battering the roof, windows shuddering under the wind and walls shaking, thunder cracking every couple seconds, your moans a sharp rival to the sky as he repeatedly coaxed such noises from you, reaching parts of your body you didn’t think possible.

His hands would be cradling your head or clasping your own fingers, maybe grasping your ankles on his shoulders, or even pushing your thighs to your chest as he rocked into you. It would be so intimate, the ruthless weather outside heavily contrasted to the deep connection the two of you shared.

His forehead would rest upon yours, heavy breaths followed by cooed ‘I love you’s’ and caring words, your mouths occasionally meeting in desperate kisses. Your bodies would be pressed so close it felt as if you were one, your frame completely engulfed by his own, chests breathing in tandem as each of your heartbeats racked your chests.

The room would be shrouded in darkness, maybe a candle somewhere glowing orange, the lightning outside occasionally lighting up the two of your bodies. The storm would make the atmosphere even more passionate, the only sounds heard being the thunder outside and the soft gasps coming from your bedroom, hushed whispers covered by the hurling rain, the world outside forgotten as you succumbed to the pleasure in each other’s arms.

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EREN YEAGER, Jean Kirstein, Levi Ackerman, Reiner Braun, Getou Suguru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushiguro, Trafalgar Law, Red Haired Shanks, Kyojuro Rengoku, Akaza, Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Adrian Tepes, KENZO TENMA

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A Bento for Kento

Epilogue: A Street Food Festival

Pairing: Nanami x f!reader

Word Count: ~4.1k

cw: fluff and it gets suggestive, but still pretty tame!

Summary: You and Ren invite Nanami to a street food festival.

Notes: Please enjoy the very last chapter of A Bento for Kento! I used this cool list if you want to look at any of the street foods I referenced: Japanese Festival Food You Will Love. Thank you all for reading and showing love for this series! This is very near and dear to my heart, so I’m so happy to share this with you! Reblog, comments, and/or likes are always appreciated!

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A Bento for Kento Masterlist

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One week after their last lesson together, Nanami receives a call from Ren.

“Hello, mentor!” His cheery voice rings through the phone.

“Nakamura, is everything alright?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“Because I told you to only call me in an emergency.”

“Is that what you said? Oops, sorry,” he replies, not sounding sorry at all. “Did I catch you at a bad time?”

Nanami glances down at his bare chest, towel wrapped around his waist, steam filling up the bathroom from the hot shower that’s already running. “I was just about to hop in the shower, so yes.”

Ren snickers. “Oh oops, that is bad timing! Sorry to catch you while you’re naked.” He emphasizes that last word in particular.

In the background, Nanami hears a woman’s voice yell, “Ren! Stop!”

It’s her. Is he blushing or is it the steam from the hot water? Either way, his cheeks are warm all of a sudden. He clears his throat nervously. “Nakamura, what is this about?”

Ren calms down from his fit of laughter. “Well, my sister wants to ask you out –”

There are sounds of shuffling on the other end now, as if someone is yanking the phone away from Ren. “Hello, Nanami?” Her voice is clear this time as she speaks directly to him.

His breath hitches before he manages to say her name in return.

“What Ren meant to say is that we would like to invite you to go to a street food festival with us. Tomorrow night.”

There’s a flutter in his belly. A food festival. With her. It’s a dream come true. He doesn’t respond right away, too giddy to formulate coherent sentences.

“Hello? Nanami? Are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m here. I would love to go.”

This time, he hears her breath catch. Is she smiling? He imagines her smiling, glorious and bright, just as he remembers from the last time they met. “Okay! I’ll have Ren send you the address to my house. We can meet here tomorrow at 6:00 and walk there together.”

“Sounds good. I really have to go now. My shower is running and I’m still very naked.”

She giggles. “Okay! Well, I hope you and your naked body have a great shower, see you tomorrow, bye!” Before the line clicks, he hears Ren groan in the background, yelling, “Gross!”

Even after she hangs up, Nanami still holds the phone against his ear, shocked. Did that really just happen? He finally sets it down and hops into the shower, processing this recent turn of events. She invited him to a street food festival. She’s giving him the address to her home. And she’s thinking of his naked body…

He smiles, letting the water trickle down his face.

It’s a date.

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You chuck a pillow at Ren’s face as he stifles his laughter. “I can’t believe you said that!”

“He told me he was very naked! I didn’t know what else to say!” you exclaim, embarrassed.

He grimaces. “Ugh, can we please just stop saying the word naked? I admit, I started it, but I didn’t think it would lead us here.”

“Agreed.”

You sit on the couch next to him, leaning your head back, remembering the most recent encounter with Nanami from last week. After you had your moment with Nanami, Ren let out a huge burp that quickly brought you back to reality. You watched as Nanami devoured your food happily, giving you compliments from time to time about each dish.

The chicken is fried to perfection and it’s so flavorful.

Tuna mayo rice balls are my favorite.

I thought my tamagoyaki was good, but yours is far superior.

Then, Ren suggested you get a crash course on Jujutsu Sorcery from none other than Nanami himself, which you reluctantly agreed to, at first. When he started lecturing you about cursed energy, using the whiteboard to jot down notes and little sketches, you couldn’t help but fantasize about him being your professor and you being his naughty student…

Since that day, you couldn’t stop thinking about him.

Ren always mentions how serious and boring he is, but those are the last words you’d use to describe him. He is passionate. Passionate about helping others. Passionate about teaching. Passionate about food. He is captivating. His smile, the way he speaks, the way he looks at you like you’re the only person in the room. What is he like when he’s not at a desk? Or when he’s not dressed in a suit with a briefcase in hand? What are his interests, his hobbies, his pet peeves, his favorite foods?

You’re determined to know more. You hope he’s willing to show you.

That Saturday, Ren suggests you bake chocolate chip cookies as a small treat before heading to the festival. Being the doting big sister you are, you oblige. You pop them into the oven as you get ready in your room. The outfit you choose to wear is a simple one: A boho style floral dress with matching sandals. You study yourself in the mirror, confident and comfortable in your attire.

Ren approaches you in the kitchen after you finish getting changed. “Okay sis. I think it’s time I have the big brother talk with you.”

Confused, and slightly amused, you say, “I don’t think that’s how this works, bud.”

He grabs your shoulders with both hands, expression serious. “No, I need you to listen to me for the next minute, okay?” Concerned now, you nod at him.

“I say this with all my heart. You are one of the best people I know. You deserve the world. No, you deserve the universe. And as much as I like Nanami, if he so much as hurts you or makes you feel inferior in any way, I will track him down and teach him a lesson, if you catch my drift.”

You face relaxes. “Sure, pal, whatever you say.”

“I’m serious!”

You pinch his cheek. “You really are the sweetest, Ren. But you have nothing to worry about! Nanami and I aren’t dating. We’re all just going to a festival together. Nothing is happening between us.”

“Oh please, I see the way he looks at you. There’s tension. It’s only a matter of time before he confesses his undying love for you,” he says, tongue sticking out in disgust.

“He won’t. Someone like Nanami would never fall for someone like me.”

“Oh please, Nanami would be so lucky to be with you! And besides, as gross as it is to see you two weirdos flirt with each other, I think you and him would make a great couple, a power couple! Like cookies and milk! You’re the cookies because you’re sweet and he’s the milk because he’s basic.” He chuckles at his own joke.

Grinning, you say, “Thanks for the pep talk, booger. I love you.”

He squeezes your shoulders. “I love you too, sis.”

The alarm for your cookies goes off at 5:45, fifteen minutes before the time you told Nanami to meet. You take the cookies out of the oven, letting them cool, waiting for his anticipated arrival.

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Nanami checks his phone. 5:58 PM. He stands outside a quaint house, stalling. Tonight, he decides to wear a dark blue polo shirt with khaki shorts, no glasses. It’s his casual outfit, at least for his standards.

Two minutes later, 6:00 on the dot, he knocks on the front door. He hears movement on the other side, someone scrambling to put their shoes on. Then, Ren yell out, “Hey sis, he’s here! Hurry up!”

The door opens, a bright grin plastered on Ren’s face. “Mentor!”

Nanami greets him with an equally polite expression. “Hello, Nakamura.”

He motions for him to come in. As soon as he walks through the door, a delectable scent fills his nostrils. The whole house is brimming with this mouth-watering smell.

“My sister is just putting the cookies on a plate; she’ll be ready to go soon.”

Nanami looks around until his eyes land on the kitchen. It’s like a scene from a movie. Sunlight streams through the kitchen window and shines on her like a spotlight. She’s holding a plate of freshly baked chocolate chip cookies in one hand, waving at him with the other. The floral dress she wears makes her look celestial. And there’s that smile. That gorgeous, stunning smile. The one that sets his heart racing, his cheeks burning, his skin tingling.

She’s basically a princess. Maybe even an angel. Has he died and gone to heaven?

“I hope you like cookies, Nanami! It’s our pregame before the main event,” she giggles. It’s music to his ears.

“It smells wonderful,” he comments, smiling.

“Here, try one.” She passes a hot cookie to him. He’s tempted to eat it directly from her hand, as if she’s feeding him, but he exercises all his willpower to resist doing that.

It’s still warm, the chocolate chips melting lusciously against his fingertips. He takes a bite and it’s exactly how he expects it to be: perfect. Chewy, buttery, chocolatey perfection. He really is in heaven. “Wow,” is all he can say.

She grins proudly. “That good, huh? I’m happy you like it.” He wants to make her smile like this all the time.

He savors the rest of the cookie in silence, licking his fingers clean when he’s finished. He catches her watching him with a vague look on her face. Gazing at her, he flirtatiously tilts his head to the side. “All done.”

He revels in the expression she's giving him now. Is she nervous? Apprehensive? Turned on? Whatever it is, there's electricity in the air between them. And Nanami is all in.

Ren clears his throat and says, in an irritated tone, “Okay, okay, enough. Let’s go.” He grabs three cookies from the plate and leads the way out the door, the other two following close behind.

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The street food festival is only a ten-minute walk from your home, the same one you and Ren attended the night he told you all about Jujutsu Sorcery. Your brother walks slightly ahead, munching on the treats as he listens to his music through his headphones. Nanami is beside you, his body so close that he brushes against your elbow with every swing of his arms.

“What kind of food are you looking forward to trying tonight?” you ask.

“I like Takoyaki and Yakisoba. And Taiyaki, of course. Ren told me that you also like that?”

“Yes! I love it! The last time we went, they were selling it with soft serve, but we were too full to try. We should definitely get it tonight! They also sell Yakisoba-pan. I’m sure you’d like that.”

“How do you know I would like that?” He nudges you, playfully.

“Because of your addiction to bread.”

“And how do you know about that?”

“Okay, don’t make fun of me, but I looked you up on the Internet.”

Nanami eyes you, curious, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Before you make any assumptions, this was before Ren told me all about you, I needed to make sure you weren’t sketchy!”

Amused, he asks, “So what did you find out about me?”

“You used to work as a stockbroker at this finance company I always forget the name of.”

“That is correct. And the name isn’t important,” he comments with a wave of his hand.

“You like cooking and reading.”

“Don’t forget eating. And drinking,” he smirks. “What else?”

You think for a few seconds before answering, “You like helping others. That’s what your bio said. But I see that myself because of how you are with Ren. You helped him so much this summer. He really looks up to you.”

There’s a serious expression on his face as he replies, “He shouldn’t look up to me. I’m just doing my job.”

You lean towards him to give him a little tap. “You’re too humble. You are a good person, Nanami.”

He stops walking and turns to face you, staring directly into your eyes, gaze intense. “You don’t really know me yet. I can be bad when I want to be.” One side of his mouth curves up into a devious grin.

Your throat is dry all of a sudden. There’s a tingling below your belly. You like this. This is much different than the first time you met him. He barely spoke a word to you then, and now he’s being so bold. So brazen.

“I think we can all be a little bad sometimes,” you say, quietly.

“I disagree. I don’t think you have a bad bone in your body.”

“You don’t really know me yet, Nanami. I can be bad when I want to be.” You give him a wink as you recite his words back to him, turning away to catch up to Ren.

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She’s driving him crazy.

His intention is to flirt with her; to be bold and make her flustered. Behind his serious demeanor is charm and wit when the situation calls for it. He does not expect her to reciprocate it, though. He likes it. He enjoys this coy banter they have going on.

He likes her.

They arrive at the festival, air filled with the smokey scent of delicious food cooking. There’s a variety of vendors and festival games scattered throughout. The first stall they encounter sells yakitori. She buys two chicken skewers for Ren and one meatball skewer for herself. Nanami buys a chicken and leek skewer.

“Oh, Jiro just texted me that he’s here at the festival too! He’s getting okonomiyaki. I’ll go find him,” Ren says, grabbing the two chicken skewers from his sister. “Thanks for the yakitori, sis!”

Before he leaves, he looks at Nanami and his sister with a brow raised. “You two kids better behave yourselves!”

“Well, I guess it’s just us two now, Nanami,” she says, smiling. She eats a meatball off her skewer.

“I don’t mind. It gives me a chance to get to know you better.” He takes a bite of his chicken skewer. It’s yummy, perfect balance of umami flavor from the meat and leek, then a touch of sweetness from the glaze.

“Would you like to trade?” she offers, holding up her skewer.

She wants to share food with him?! This is the greatest day of his life.

“Yes,” he responds, passing her his yakitori. An indirect kiss, he thinks, blushing.

She takes a bite, not bothered by the fact that he just ate from the same spot. “Ooohh, it’s tasty! Good choice.”

Nanami tastes the meatball, also delicious. “This is pretty good too. But I will say, your chicken meatballs from a few weeks ago are better.”

She laughs. “You’re just being nice. I can’t compete with professionals.”

“I mean it. Yours are special.” He takes another bite, handing it to her to trade once more. She doesn’t say anything else as she observes him, slowly chewing her food. What is she thinking in that pretty head of hers? She finally breaks the silence, suggesting, “Should we try something else now?”

He nods, letting her lead the way, curious.

For the next two hours, they stroll through the festival, sharing different treats with each other: Takoyaki, Yakisoba-pan that she correctly predicted he would like, chicken wings, giant grilled squid, grilled corn.

As they eat together, they talk about each other’s lives. Nanami finds out she works from home for a local company. He tells her how he didn’t particularly like his job as a stockbroker and how he dislikes being a Jujutsu Sorcerer only slightly less. He recommends a few novels he thinks she would enjoy, and she suggests a list of movies she expects he would like.

They describe to each other what their “perfect day” would be. Nanami’s starts with an entire loaf of freshly baked bread paired with butter and jam, then a long hike somewhere up high with a nice view and a ham and cheese sandwich for lunch. For dinner, he’d go to his favorite Italian restaurant, then he’d end the night stargazing. When she shares hers, he imagines himself spending that perfect day with her, just as he wishes she would do with him.

They talk about their favorite foods, pet peeves, hobbies. There is no shortage of topics, each conversation leading to another, and another. It’s effortless. It feels natural.

Besides confirming that she is, in fact, a sweetheart, he also learns that she is smart, a good listener, and funny. Everything he assumed about her based on the bentos, the notes, and Ren’s constant praise of his big sister is correct. She’s wonderful in every possible way.

It feels like a proper date. Sharing food together, learning more about each other, exchanging flirtatious glances and touches. At one point, she blows on a Takoyaki piece to cool it down and feeds it to him, which he happily accepts. In another moment, he wipes a smudge of sauce from her cheek with his thumb and proceeds to lick it. She responds with a giggle and a bashful, “Thank you.”

After eating savory foods, they move onto dessert. Nanami gets Taiyaki filled with red bean paste and topped with matcha soft serve. She gets the same, except with black sesame ice cream. They sit down at a small picnic table, enjoying their fish-shaped desserts in a comfortable silence.

They haven’t seen Ren since his abrupt departure, and Nanami considers if this was his student’s plan all along. Is he trying to play matchmaker for him and his sister? And does he approve of if? Although he’s an adult who doesn’t need permission from a child to date another adult, he respects Ren and wouldn’t want to do anything that might make him uncomfortable.

As if she read his mind, she says, “Ren said we’d be good together.”

Nanami chokes on the last piece of his pastry. “What?”

Avoiding his gaze, she hides her face by turning to the side. “Sorry to be so forward. I just think it’s worth mentioning. In case you feel the same way as I do.”

His mind is racing. She likes him. He’s speechless. his brain short-circuiting from excitement and glee.

“Oh no, do you not feel the same way? I just thought we were having a good time, but maybe I misread things. Just forget I said anything." She buries her face in her hands, groaning.

He does feel the same way. She hasn’t misread anything. He has to do something to show her that. He scoots close to her, knee brushing hers underneath the floral dress. He’s blushing excessively, he can’t even look her in the eyes without combusting. He whispers her name, staring down at the ground. “I like you. I want us to keep seeing each other. I want more days like this.”

He finally finds the courage to meet her gaze. “I can’t remember a time I’ve ever felt this way about anyone.”

~~~

Your heart is beating so fast you’re afraid it might burst any second. It doesn’t help that you have been eating non-stop this whole night. But it was definitely Nanami’s confession that has you on the verge of cardiac arrest.

He wants to keep seeing you. He likes you.

His arm rests on the edge of the picnic table behind you, his other hand placed on your thigh. He caresses his thumb against the fabric of your dress, leaning closer to you. Dark brown eyes meet yours, seeking permission. Waiting. You can feel his shallow breaths tickle your skin, sending shivers along your spine. You smile, closing the gap. Lips brush yours gently, sweetness lingering from the dessert. He kisses you softly, carefully, with eyes closed. His arm behind you moves and suddenly you feel his palm on your face, thumb brushing ever so slightly against the skin of your cheekbone. The cacophony of festival sounds fades into the background. The only noise you hear now is your own heartbeat. Or is it his? Maybe it’s both.

He's holding back, which excites you. The way he’s touching you, as if you’re his fragile toy that he doesn’t want to break, so delicate and tender. You want so badly to give in, but you realize you’re still in public. Worst of all, Ren is roaming around here somewhere. The last thing your poor baby brother needs to see is his sister and mentor going at it on a picnic table.

Reluctantly, you slowly pull away and open your eyes. He’s already looking at you with a dazed expression. You lay your hand over his, the one resting on your thigh. He entwines his fingers with yours and holds you in a firm grip. You let out a small huff and giggle, foreheads touching, both of you in a state of bliss.

“Don’t laugh like that,” he breathes out, shutting his eyes again.

“Why not?”

“I won’t be able to control myself if you keep doing that.” He clenches his jaw, restraining himself from whatever wicked desires are running through his mind. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

God, he is hot. Why did you stop?!

Your phone starts ringing, startling you. Letting go of his hand, you open your purse to retrieve it. As you rummage through your bag to find it, he leans onto the table with his left elbow, watching you, right palm back on your leg, inching closer to your inner thigh. He’s driving you crazy.

You answer your phone, voice trembling slightly from being flustered. “Hello? Ren?”

“Hey! Jiro left and I’m stuffed. Where are you guys?”

As you speak, you rest your hand on top of Nanami’s. He takes it, lifting it up to his lips, placing soft kisses between your knuckles.

You’re dead, deceased. Sent straight to heaven or whatever afterlife you believe in. This is paradise.

“Umm…we’re just sitting here at the picnic tables! Where, umm, where are you?” you stutter into the phone.

“I just got cotton candy, so I’m walking towards the tables now.”

You let out a small squeal and blurt out, “Okay, okay, see you soon!”. You hang up and quickly pull your hand from Nanami’s lips, which were just pressed to your wrist. He pouts at the sudden loss of touch.

“Ren is on his way,” you tell him, guilty.

Nanami smirks. “Okay.”

You eye him suspiciously. “What? Why are you giving me that look?”

“It’s nothing. Just thinking.”

“You better behave when Ren gets here,” you warn him.

“As long as he’s not a mind reader, we’ll be fine,” he responds, that coy grin still on his face.

All you want to do is pounce on him. You stand up to distance yourself in case he does something else swoon worthy.

Ren arrives, carrying a giant cotton candy shaped like a flower. He’s already bitten through some of the outer layer, mouth is covered in blue food coloring. “Hey guys! Did you eat a lot of tasty treats?”

“Yeah, we’re stuffed!”

Nanami clears his throat, smiling. “Yes. I’m very happy.”

It’s dark now as you start your ten-minute journey home. This time, all three of you walk side by side with each other, Ren to your left, Nanami to your right. Ren chats about all the different foods he tried with his neighborhood friend. You and Nanami listen as your knuckles brush against each other, craving any form of physical contact.

You reach the front door of your home, disappointed that the night is over and it’s time to say goodbye. You turn towards Nanami, commenting, “This was really fun. Thank you for joining us today.”

“It was my pleasure,” he replies, standing there awkwardly. It doesn’t seem like he wants to say farewell yet, either.

“Okay, I get it! I’ll head in first, geez.” Ren grabs the keys jingling in your hands and unlocks the front door, leaving you and Nanami to stare at him, confused. Stepping inside, he turns around with a smug expression on his face. “I guess my plan did work after all. I’m happy for you two.” He gives a final wave before shutting the door closed.

You and Nanami look at each other and laugh. The distance between you closes as you wrap your arms around his neck, his hands sliding around your waist. His eyes linger on your lips before he leans down to kiss you.

~~~

As they kiss, lips soft and sweet, he remembers the first note he received from her, not that long ago. The note that wasn’t meant for him but still meant everything to him. The note that flipped his world upside down. The tightness in his chest, the butterflies in his stomach, the longing he felt to meet this woman. And now she’s here, in his arms, completely captivating every fiber of his being.

The world is a better place with you in it. Always remember that.

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