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✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄ An Intimate Discussion ⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni) ↬･tags: ex husband nanami x reader; angst; nanami has a son; making out; dry humping; mentions of baby making; oral; fingering; mentions anal play; multiple orgasms ↬･ wc: 3,517

↬ notes: finally an update with our favorite ex husband! I'm just letting you all know that requests are still open for this series; I'm not making promises to fulfill all of them but I am responding to requests that fit/suit the story and how it's been progressing x reblogs and comments are always appreciated <3 this is a continuation from part 6, you can find the older parts on my masterlist!

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Kento Nanami appeared in your world unexpectedly. Your love life was in shambles, having parted ways with your ex-boyfriend and then dealing with disappointments from other potential lovers since that relationship crumbled. Your apartment had transformed into your fortress of solitude with the decor screaming that this space was for “me, myself and I”. You were making very little room to welcome anybody else into your bubble, and the days passed seamlessly, carrying through the phases of the waxing and waning moon with a subtle hint of ennui veiling your nights.

Yet, you were indifferent to it all.

That fateful morning at the grocery store changed everything. You were both in the fruit section, blissfully unaware of the other person until you both reached for the same perfectly round peach. Kento's fingers grazed over yours for only a breath of a second, but the moment you both made eye contact it sent little sparks flickering all over your body.

Dating your ex husband was different than any other man you’ve been with. He was a gentleman in the truest sense. The dates consisted of quaint dinners, where you learned that he was a foodie who had quite an adventerous palette. Morning walks in the park where you bore witness to how his initial rigid appearances softened under the blue sky and sun. The first time he cracked a genuine smile in front of you, you found yourself buckling at your knees. He was so incredibly handsome but didn’t seem to realize it himself. You would catch the way his gaze fell to your lips mid-conversation, your heart beating wildly in your chest with anticipation…but Nanami didn’t kiss you until your twelfth date (and yes, you kept count).

The longer he courted you, the more you found yourself spiraling deeper and deeper into the clutches of a blossoming romance.

You were falling for him, and falling terribly hard.

One night after another sucessful date where Nanami had taken you to an art exhibition and then dinner, you found yourself curling into his body as he walked you back your apartment. His arm was resting around your waist, and he smelled of fresh rain settling on pine. Your eyes were glazed in pink, the pavement beneath your feet turning into clouds. You both arrive at your place, but the two of you lingered in front of your door. You could see the heat in his eyes when he kissed you his usual goodnight, paid attention to how his voice dipped and the way his fingers smoothed over the fabric of your dress.

“How about breakfast in the morning?” he asked, but there was a twitch in his jaw that told you that he was hungry for more than just your time and another meal. “I can come over and cook…”

You shivered into him, circling your arms around his neck to draw him into your embrace. “Does it make sense for you to go back to your place then?” you inquired, your voice thick with lust, your fingers stroking the space of his undercut and you noticed how the tips of his cheekbones turned a little red.

That feeling, that same familiar heat that unfurled from within your core the night you invited him inside your apartment when you both made love for the first time, is what is burning through your belly right now with you back pressed against Nanami's bedroom door.

You cradled his jaw in your palms, swiped your tongue over his as you moaned sweetly. This man is your anchor, your sanctuary, your home. His hands were hidden underneath your top, his fingers stroking your soft belly. His kiss was providing the answer to the question that’s been lingering on your mind since he asked.

Were you happy with the circumstances of your relatioship?

“Hmph-ken…” you exhale quietly, as you part away to speak. “I thought we were supposed to be talking…”

He smiles against your mouth, a wandering hand roaming to cup the nape of your neck.

“We are talking…” he replies with a nibble to your bottom lip before slipping his tongue inside once more.

Your spine rumples underneath his weight, the space between your legs throbbing against his erection. You arch your pelvis lightly, roll your hips over his bulge only for him to tighten his grip behind your neck with urgency.

He curses under his breath, your small movement seriously grabbing his attention this time. He touches his forehead to yours, and drops his hands to meet your hips but keeps them pressed against his.

So, so very close.

“I don’t have any condoms,” he confesses, a bitter aftertaste sitting on the tips of his tongue.

You visbly pout, your heart fluttering wildly in your chest along with the dancing butterflies in your stomach. Your disappointment is balanced with a wave of relief when your body visibly sighs from satisfaction as well.

A confirmation that there is nobody else.

Nanami huffs playfully and leans a little closer to peck your cupid’s bow. “Sorry”, he mumurs and your hands fall to the collar of his shirt.

You run your tongue along your lips absentmindedly, “we didn’t use a condom last time,” you whisper quite matter fo factly, revealing the secret that only he knew.

Nanami’s fingers dig into your hips, his eyes heavy as he draws his attention to the point of contact of where he’s presesd up against your clothed cunt.

“Yeah,” he sighs, his deep baritone voice raising goosebumps all over your skin, “but, we weren’t…” he groans, feeling himself twitch against you, “we weren’t really thinking…”

You squeeze his shirt knowingly.

The night of the party was a mistake, and truthfully Hiroki's conception was also a mistake, but the latter is the best one you could have ever asked for.

You and Nanami spoke about the possibility of children in theory, but he was adamant about not being a father while he remained a jujutsu sorcerer. You didn’t even consider the condom breaking until your pregnancy test revealed a positive result. Even then you thought it must have been faulty, and took two seperate tests to confirm the intital result.

When you broke the news to your husband, he picked you up and twirled you around the room in elation and made love to you that night like never before.

You swallowed the tiny lump that formed in your throat, the memories trickling through you in gentle waves.

“You pulled out pretty quickly though,” you defend, but he silences you with you a feverish kiss.

“Don’t tempt me, my love,” he purrs, hooking to fingers into the belt loops of your jeans as he carefully steps backwords. “You and I have a few things to figure out before I accidentally put another baby inside you…”

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You straddle his lap, your swollen lips refusing to leave his as you greedily devour kiss after kiss. Nanami’s fingers undo the small bow adorning your top, then unfastens each individual button. He slides the top over your shoulder, tugging it away from your arms and tossing it onto the ground before taking off your bra next.

You pant when his touch warms your bare skin. When he gropes your breast as he trails his mouth down the column of your neck to suck on your collar bone. “I’ve thought about doing this with you since the party,” he admits, dropping your breasts and watching them bounce slightly. He slides his hands into the back pocket of your jeans so that he can grab your ass instead.

“Me too,” you nod, threading your fingers between his golden strands as you keep him in your embrace, the heat of his breath on your skin forces your thighs to clench around his own.

“I still watch your videos,” he continues, sporadically leaving kisses along your decolettage in between his words, “It’s the closest I’ve been able to get to you…”

You tremble when he nips at your skin, your jeans soaked with your arousal. You’re desperate to feel more of him, so you start reaching for the buttons of his own shirt.

“I listen to your audios,” you confess in return, noticing him pull away to meet your gaze. “Whenever I’m alone, whenever I need you…”

He chuckles dreamily, his smile withering away the painful reality of your situation. Nanami keeps his focus on you as you take off his shirt, your heart skipping lightly as your eyes naturally scan his perfect form. You don’t know why you were searching for an injury or a scar. Anything that would send those alarm bells off to stop you from crossing this line again.

But there was no evidence to deter you this time around. Right now, it was just the two of you relishing in your sheer adoration for one another.

Nothing else matters.

He bites his cheek sheepishly, his fingers working the button of your jeans next. “No help from Matsuda-san?”

Your brows upturn sorrowfully, “Don’t tease me like that. I told you nothing happened. I only agreed because my co-worker was incessant about it…”

A twinge of irritation flickers like a small flame in his brown irises. “I hate that you agreed in the first place. Watching you walk out that door killed me…”

You freeze, your arms circling around his neck and you arch down to leave a remorseful kiss on his brow. “I’m sorry, Kento”

“You’re no longer mine. You have no reason to apologize,” he answers truthfully, but there’s a pain that hits your chest hearing him admit those words. “I should have stopped you from going..."

I should have never let you go in the first place, he thinks mournfully.

You face him once again, your finger drawing tiny circles on his pec. “I hated every second of it, I thought of you the entire time I was there…”

Nanami’s hands cup your waist once more, the sheer intensity of his stare enough to make your head spin. “Why a divorce?” he abruptbly asks, “I told you we could seperate. You were so insistent. You refused every other option. You said that it hurts to love me…”

An uneasiness surrounds you both in a claustrophobic bubble, the air thick with sudden tension. You haven’t spoken about your marriage in this way since Satoru’s New Years Eve party. You both plunged the final nail on the coffin of your marriage with a tender kiss that night, and haven’t appraoched the subject since then.

Your body quivers in frustration, “We had our worst fights after that night when you didn’t come home. I begged you to leave, and you stood there refusing me. Even though you said that you didn’t want to raise a child while you worked as a sorcerer… ”

Your ex-husband’s face softens.

“I stood there pleading for our life together. I tried to explain what you would be missing out on, tried to show you all the precious moments that you could lose and do you know how you responded?” you pressed, the heartbreak tightening between your brows.

Nanami blinks back any rebuttal, there was no need to replay that conversation because it lives in his head in a constant loop.

“I have no regrets,” you mumble, “whatever happens, happens. But I have no regrets.”

He closes his eyes, unaware of how cold those words sounded until you repeated them back.

You shake your head in disbelief, “I didn’t divorce you because I stopped loving you. I divorced you because I feel like I’m the only one fighting for our future, while you’re ready to give it up willingly…”

“That’s not true,” he argues.

Silence hangs over you both, lingering like an open wound that continues to bleed. Your clear throat to gather yourself, “I know more than anybody else how losing Haibara affected you, but sometimes…I wonder if you’re just punishing yourself, that you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you’re not allowed to be happy…”

Your ex-husband eyes widen in surprise at your blunt statement.

“I know that you’ve done so much good as a sorcerer, earned your gratitude from strangers that can fulfill you for a lifetime but…but you’re more to me than a sacrifice for the greater good, Kento…”

It’s rare seeing Nanami reveal his true emotions. He’s naturally guarded them from the rest of the world to protect himself from collapsing underneath the weight that he’s been burdening himself with. Yet, at this moment you caught it, like it was a shooting star briefly lighting up the sky.

“You were my honorable man, my husband and-and I’m sorry for fighting so hard because I wasn’t willing to live through the possibility of losing you. You asked me if I was happy, but the truth is that you are my happiness, Kento. The love I have for you is so…immense, and that’s why it hurts because I feel like I’m the only one whose fighting to keep you here…”

“Well, fuck…” he utters in disbelief, overwhelmed by the magnitude of it all. Muddled between harsh truths and your mutual desire, he finds himself at a loss for words. Instead, he merely simplifies the twisted complications by seeking to kiss you once more.

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Nanami can’t think, that’s how badly he needs you. He helps you out of your jeans and underwear, his eyes burning with lust when it falls to your sex. He wants to take control of the movement, to repent by fulfilling whatever pleasures you need, but instead he’s surrendered himself to your love, and simply gives in as you assist him to get out of his jeans.

You straddle him once again, your arms ribboning around his neck while your exposed cunt presses up against his tented boxers.You grind over him, moving your hips back and forth, it makes him leak through the fabric. His hands reach for your breasts again, and he cups them while using his thumbs to stroke your pert nipples to add to the stimulation.

“Oh..uh…feels nice…” you coo, the tender tone in your words prompting him to thrust his hips upward.

“Anything to make you feel good, baby girl…” Nanami responds huskily.

When you search for another kiss, your ex-husband obliges eagerly. The kiss is deep, slow, and wet…deliberately mirroring the heat emenating off your bodies as you drown under the power of the other’s seduction. Nanami slithers one hand down to your pussy, brushing past the triangle of hair to search for the button of your clit. When his thumb finds the bud, you pull away to gasp for air, a string of saliva connecting between both your lips. Your ex starts to massage circles against the sensitive point, playing around by switching between a soft and firm pressure. He gradually increases his speed, noticing the speed of your hips circling faster to keep up with his pace.

At one point he draws out a moan so loud, he has to quieten you with his mouth instead.

“M’gonna cum, Ken…” you whine out of desperation.

“Shh, my darling,” he coos, “you’ll wake up our boy…”

You bite your bottom lip to keep yourself from screaming. A tight band coiling in your lower belly as your thighs tense. Your hips suddenly buck uncontrollably, your orgasm vibrating through your body in short, electric bursts.

A few minutes pass as you come down from it, but you wriggle yourself out of Nanami’s arms in order to glide down his torso.

There’s a hunger inside you that remains unsatiated.

When he notices that you are attempting to take off his boxers, he adjusts himself in order to help you. Your eyes expand when his cock springs free and slaps against his lower belly. His dick is perfectly thick, with veins running up and down the shaft while the darkened head leaks with cum.

He groans when your mouth suckles on his heavy balls, your tongue dragging upward his shift until your lips circle over the tip. You draw out another moan when you slide your tongue over his slit, and you whimper tasting his cum. You grip his length, keeping your mouth over the tip as you take in another inch while jacking him off.

“E-easy, baby…” he pleads, “M’not gonna be able to last long…fuck, missed that pretty mouth…”

His praise sends tingles between your legs. You release him from your mouth with a pop, sliding your tongue up and down his shaft before returning to swallow him once again. This time you take him entirely, bobbing your head up and down as you allow him to fuck himself between your lips. Nanami groans with pleasure, one hand gathering your hair to keep it away from your face while the other grips onto his bedsheet.

“Shit,” he curses, his voice breaking slightly, “s-shit…”

He shakes, the back of your throat hit with his release, and you lewdly maintain your gaze on him as you swallow every last drop to prove how good you are still for him.

You both continue to make love in various ways. Nanami switches the power dynamics when he keeps you pressed against the mattress with his tongue sucking on your clit, burying himself between your sopping folds until you're practically in tears for him.

Your second orgasm resulted in you soaking his sheets, but once he was done he flipped you over so that he could sink his fingers deep in your cunt while using his thumb to penetrate your second hole. You were seeing stars, feeling full with his fingers buried inside you. Your teeth sink into the pillow as you hold back another cry until you cum all over his fingers, drenching him with your arousal.

He's hard by the time you gather yourself once more. Flat on your back, you can only stare with your lips circled in an "o" shape as he slaps his heavy cock against your extremely sensitive pussy. His eyes are dark with passion, his mind imagining himself fucking your needy cunt raw and filling you up nicely with his release.

Instead, he presses your lips around his shaft, and slides himself up and down, and up and down, until he shoots his load all over your belly.

By the end, when the dust had finally settled, the two of you find yourself staring longingly into the each other's eyes, wondering where you both will stand moving forward.

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"I hate sleeping alone," he whispers in the dark, a streak of moonlight silver shining through the crack of his window.

"I do too," you reply, nuzzling closer into his frame as you play with his earlobe. "I keep falling asleep in front of the t.v. because of it..."

The corner of his lip twitches into a small grin.

Your words are still burning through his brain, making his mind race faster than he would like considering the lateness of the hour. As if you can tell what he's thinking, he feels you smooth out the crease on his forehead.

He instantly relaxes.

"Thank you for tonight, and for staying over," he acknowledges gratefully, "I needed this. I needed you..."

Your heart swoons at his honesty, and you can see the tenderness of his expression through the veil of night.

You respond by hugging him, burying your nose against his neck as you slot yourself into his body like you've done many times before. You remain silent, having revealed far too many vulnerabilities for one night, you can't seem to bring yourself to reassure him that you probably needed this more than he did.

Nanami kisses the top of your head, resting his chin in place. You drift off into a deep slumber while entangled in his arms, catching up on the many sleepless nights when he wasn't around.

Nanami, on the other hand, struggles to stay awake, too busy contemplating the validity of your words.

You were right, and it frightens him how pointed your words were.

He mindlessly strokes your back, the smell of you on his skin making him breathe out soothingly.

He's lived as a sorcerer long enough to be jaded that his life wasn't a guarantee. He's numbed himself to the possibility of death, but didn't realize just how desensitized he was towards sacrificing himself until he saw the brutal pain in your eyes.

He questioned your love for him after the divorce. After the arguments had revealed the ugliest parts of yourselves within your relationship. After you had decided to distance yourself from him. After you had agreed to start seeing other people, even if it was just the one date. After you both accepted the loss of your marriage at Satoru's party.

Nanami was ready to carry on with this arrangement, but your admittance that you still love him is all that he needed to reject that notion. Because now there is an opportunity for him to try and make things right with you, and he isn't going to screw it up for a second time.

After tonight, he is going to win your heart back to where it belongs.

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