#kento nanami drabble

[moonymirah]

watching your beautiful boyfriend stand patiently, a bouquet of roses in his hand as he awaits your arrival.

you can only admire nanami’s handsomeness from across the street; taking in his height and wide shoulders that fit his winter coat perfectly.

his calm expression is immediately adorned with a soft smile as he spots you — taking a hand out of his pocket to wave. rushing to him, you take in his pink cheeks and the tip of his nose which had turned rosy, instantly feeling guilty.

nanami notices the small frown on your lips, his brows beginning to furrow.

“what’s wrong ?”

“i’m so sorry i took so long. you were here in the freezing—“

his low chuckle cuts you off — taking you by surprise — as you mentally capture the heavenly image of the look on his face.

“here.” he’s still smiling as he hands you the stunning bundle of roses and steps closer to press a kiss to your forehead.

“you don���t need to worry one bit about me waiting. i could stand in a blizzard for you.”

nanami can only leave you beaming as he takes his big hands and holds your cheeks.

“have i told you how gorgeous you look ?”

“nanami !” your grin is contagious as he lets out a warm laugh before lightly squeezing on your face with his palms.

[tojis-girl]

husband!kento who goes to the local pub on the weekends, right after work, with his friends. he sips drinks after drinks, getting so drunk he can barely function.

husband!kento who makes sure to get back home at exactly 11:00 every time he goes out but one time he didnt.

husband!kento who got lost when trying to find a taxi to take him home, ending up wandering down some street absolutely pissed.

husband!kento who rings you after a few minutes of mindlessly walking, you pick up in a worried tone.

husband!kento who tells you that he just wants to go home to his wife but he doesnt know where shes went! he also tells you help him find her! silly guy!

husband!kento who then finally gets picked up by you, while you ramble at him saying hes a mess - hes staring at you lovingly. mumbling and sighing about how much he loves you.

husband!kento who passes out soon after but will 100% dream about you!

"love you so mush, my girll - always.."

[ofourlee]

nanami x reader

it’s nearly 3 a.m., and you find yourself waking up alone in bed. with a sigh, you realize nanami must still be working, pouring over those endless papers.

quietly, you slip out from under the covers and tiptoe down the hallway, where you spot the soft glow of his desk lamp spilling out from his office.

peeking around the door, you see him—head bowed, brows knit in concentration, completely lost in his work.

you can see the fatigue in his eyes, the slump in his shoulders, and it tugs at your heart.

without a word, you step inside and walk up behind him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders.

he startles just a little, and then looks up, his expression softening when he realizes it’s you.

“come to bed,” you whisper, brushing your fingers gently across his back. “you’ve done enough for today.”

nanami hesitates, mumbling about the work left to do, but you only smile, guiding him to stand. “shh, it’ll keep until morning.”

back in bed, he nestles into your arms, finally letting his exhaustion take over.

you hold him close, running your fingers through his hair, feeling his breath slow as he drifts to sleep.

and as he settles, resting his head on your chest, you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of his presence, knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

“i love you, darling.” he mumbles.

“i love you more.” you say as you kissed his forehead.

even in his sleepy state, he smiles at the feeling of your kiss on his forehead.

"mmm... no, i love you most. but I'm too tired to argue. we'll settle this in the morning."

[hiraethwrote]

Nanami is more of a listener than a talker, and would happily listen to you ramble on and on about anything that would pop into your mind. And no matter how little it really concerns him, he’ll always pay attention to when you explain something so enthusiastically — even if it’s a silly internet trend or drama.

Nanami is definitely not the guy to have TikTok, but would on occasion lift his attention from his book when you’re both laying in bed to quietly watch along for a few minutes.

Nanami is not the type of guy to really form any defining opinion on said internet controversies — except the videos of grooms disrespecting their brides at the alter in their vows. When you tell him about the men who only spew vulgar statements to their future wives, you witness Nanami get incredibly angry, going on a long and serious tangent about how these boys are immature and have no business getting married at all.

Nanami is the type of guy who would spontaneously pull you out of the chair in the calm hours of the evening to slow dance with you around the living room. Sometimes he’d put on some calm and beautiful melodies to play in the background, but sometimes he would just slow waltz without the music, casual chatter filling the void instead.

Nanami is the type of guy who’d pull your feet in his lap to massage them after a long day, without you asking for it.

Nanami is the type of guy who looooves to cook for you, and he does it as often as he possibly can. And when he does, he loves to feed you small bites during the process for you to taste everything.

Nanami is, of course, a respectable man — meaning he doesn’t engage all that much in pda. But he’ll happily walk beside you with your fingers intertwined with his, or he’ll have a tender hand on the small of your back to guide you when has to let go.

Nanami however, has one physical need and that is kissing the back of your hand, which he will do wherever and whenever. Walking the grocery store; lift your hand to his lips. Meeting up for lunch; lift your hand to his lips. Waiting in line for a restaurant; lift your hand to his lips.

Nanami is the type of guy that would love being a girl’s dad. It would be the highlight of his day to come home from work, only to squeeze into one of her small chairs in her bedroom and would put on the most convincing act of sipping tea from the empty cup, a pretty tiara at the very top of his head.

Nanami is the type of guy who would love planning the wedding along with you. He hates the idea of loading all the responsibility on the bride, because he wants to celebrate your love just as much as you do.

Nanami is the type of guy, who once he falls in love, he’s settled.

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[starmapz]

❝ in which yuji asks kento nanami how he knew you were soulmates ❞ ❦ cw ; gn!reader. fluff. ❦ words ; 744

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You don’t often train the students alongside your boyfriend Kento Nanami, but you can’t refuse him when he requests your help. He insists that the first-years could use a role model outside of Gojo and even himself, someone less ‘grating’, he’d stated in reference to Gojo, and someone less ‘stern’, in reference to himself.

Of course, you’re no stranger to the fact that Kento has taken Yuji in particular under his wing, the newest in the group of first-years to awaken his cursed energy. Though Kento is often hard on him, it comes from a place of care.

Although he tries to be a figure of authority with the kids most of the time, you see the way he softens ever-so-subtly around them, the way his pride leaks through and he finds himself smiling as Yuji looks to him for approval.

Of course, when Yuji approaches him with a question about you while you work independently on Nobara’s training, you feel your heart melt as you hear Kento’s voice soften.

“Nanamin?” Yuji approaches him curiously, somewhat meek in comparison to his usual demeanor. Nanami gives the boy his full attention, recognizing the way the boy’s mannerisms shift as he fiddles with his fingers. “What makes you think you and y/n are soulmates? I mean… How did you know?”

He’s barely within earshot of you, but still your concentration wanes as you strain to hear his response.

“Well,” he begins, sparing a glance up at you. Your back faces him but still he finds himself smiling at the sight of your serenity a small distance from him. “I suppose there’s a multitude of ways I know,” he hums in thought, returning his attention to Yuji. The boy’s eyes are wide, attentively listening to Kento.

“I found my home with y/n,” he explains, eyes flickering down to his student behind the green tint of his glasses. “I want to be around them all the time,” he continues, smiling to himself as even the thought of you relaxes him and his shoulders fall comfortably at his side, his stress momentarily forgotten.

“Let me put it this way. I’m sure you’re familiar with the feeling of going home and allowing yourself time to relax and recharge alone, yes?”

The young boy nods.

“I recharge faster with them around.”

Yuji pauses in thought, bringing a hand up to scratch the back of his head. “That makes sense,” he agrees thoughtfully, though Kento keenly notices he seems to still be deep in thought over something, still uncertain.

“You’re young, you have time to figure this out,” Kento encourages him, though he knows it's these fleeting moments of youth, of truly getting to be young, that weigh the most on the young boy. He’s long come to terms with his destined end as Sukuna’s vessel, much to your and Kento’s dismay, but in moments like these, you’re reminded that he’s still just a kid.

“I know.” His eyes fall to the ground. “What if I’m still not sure, even though I feel that way?”

Kento takes a long pause. Curious, you turn from your training with Nobara and find your eyes meet his. Behind those familiar glasses, mahogany eyes soften.

“Well… if god forbid we ever broke up, I would look for y/n in every single person I meet."

You could melt, your legs threatening to give out. Your heart pounds in your chest just as it did the day of your first kiss. Just as it still does for every kiss.

Your stomach flutters as you smile back at Kento, turning to a full grin as tears brim in your eyes, threatening to spill in pure elation. You don’t need to wonder if he feels the same way, it shows in the crinkles at the corners of his eyes, in the way he relaxes around you even now.

You’ve found your home in a person, just as he has too.

Kento Nanami is a stern man, it’s undeniable. But in the comfort of his home, that’s a side of him you rarely see, replaced with soft and sweet actions, gifts of flowers, and quiet moments together.

“I getcha, thanks Nanamin!” Yuji runs off just as Nobara pulls your attention back to her training. Still, you spare one last glance at your boyfriend.

For a moment, it’s just the two of you sharing a moment of still understanding, no words needed to communicate.

Kento Nanami is your soulmate.

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[karusthings]

.⋆˚࿔ b l o n d e - k. nanami ࿐˚⋆.

ꎫ──[ coworker au ; drabble ]

character dynamicꎫ── coworker!nanami x gn!reader

summaryꎫ── after asking for ages -strictly for work, obviously- you finally get your coworker to have some free time and grab coffee with you. he buys the excuse at first… until your curiosity totally gives you away and you end up embarrassing yourself. luckily, he finds it kind of cute.

content warningsꎫ── kinda fluff, non-relationship, a bit flirty, rainy day.

wordsꎫ── 670.

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"So, since depreciation is an indirect cost," he said, looking at the cash flow chart and the quarterly expense report you brought. "It doesn’t affect real cash flow, but it does impact fiscal balance.”

You weren’t going to lie, your eyes couldn’t look away from his hair. You couldn’t even focus on the rain, as you usually did, because he was simply stunning.

"Are you actually blonde?" Nanami looked up at you as you talked. That could've been the first time someone left him speechless.

"Excuse me, what did you say?" He asked back, trying to focus on what you just said instead of the papers in front of him. He looked so cute, narrowing his eyes. "I… I must have misunderstood you."

"Oh, sorry– I didn’t explain myself properly. I meant, are you naturally blonde? Or do you dye your hair?" And that only seemed to confuse him further.

But he smiled at you anyway, like he always did.

"Oh, it's.. It is natural." And he took a sip of his coffee, letting the moment settle and savoring it calmly before continuing to talk. "I've never used any product to change its colour."

“It looks really good on you.”

Nanami certainly didn’t know how to react. He just nodded softly, murmuring a few words. “It’s… much appreciated. Then…”

But when you saw him glance at the documents again, you knew you had to speak before he could go back to his business talk. So you mentioned, “And your eyes are brown.”

That’s when he seemed to realize this wasn’t going to be a work conversation. He folded the papers and handed them to you. For a moment, you got a little scared, thinking he might leave, but instead, he just looked at you.

“They are.”

You watched his shoulders relax, and with them, so did your heart. His posture eased from its usual stiffness, and he sighed, letting himself sink into the back of the seat.

“You know… if I had known earlier that this was merely a casual meeting rather than a work-related one, I would have gladly accepted any of the previous ten invitations."

You blinked, genuinely surprised, before blurting out, “Oh, would you?” Your voice carried nothing but sincerity. You saw him nod, with his eyes closed. And when you thought he couldn’t look better, he slightly reclined his head back.

"It’s exhausting to always be working, and my schedule is pretty restrictive." The man looked at you again, his lips drawing a calm smile that was almost a part of him by now. "I don’t like working in my free time, but I’m always up for a coffee."

“Sorry about those dumb questions then, Nanami.”

“Kento, please. We’re not working right now.” He drank a bit, looking at your half full cup. “They weren’t dumb, anyway. They were curious.”

The sound outside grew louder, and so did your excitement, as it seemed. Nanami tried to hide the subtle twitch of his mouth as he fought back a grin.

“You really love rain, don’t you?”

“What?” You seemed just as confused as he had been when you had asked about his bright hair.

“You always get so excited when it’s raining. At the office, you look out the window with a big smile, and everything around you just… seems to fade away.” And he was completely right.

“How do you–…”

“Your smile just got wider as the rain started to pour harder. And you began covering your fingers with your sweater, just like you always do.” He explained, his smile never leaving his lips.

Well, only when you’re around, you wanted to say. Only when the only thing better than the rain stands right in front of me. But, of course, you kept quiet.

“You’re pretty expressive.” He concluded.

“And you’re pretty cute.” You said quietly, finishing your coffee as you felt your cheeks flush.

“Well, look who’s talking. I must say, your hair questions are… quite charming.”

Then, the two of you shared a laugh.

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[pupkashi]

I’m bring my polka dot pajamas (71) and my little Nanami plushy along with me 🙏🙏

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hi hi !! thank u for joining i hope u enjoy this sweet lil piece :3 give nanaplush a big hug for me <3

you make sure to be as quiet as possible to wake the blonde asleep next to you, slowly making your way out of his grasp and out of the covers.

“what’s wrong, my love?” he murmurs, brown eyes opening slowly still full of sleep.

“nothing, gonna use the restroom” you lie, kissing his temple softly, making sure his eyes were fully closed before you’re scurrying out the bedroom door and to the kitchen.

you place two little candles on the cake, lighting them before carrying the cake with a smile on your face and opening the bedroom door softly.

“happy birthday to you-” you begin to sing, a bright smile on your face when nanami looks completely blindsided, sitting up with more confusion on his face than happiness.

“happy birthday honey!” you grin, motioning for him to blow out the candles, which he does. promptly after he’s grabbing the cake from your hands and setting it on the nightstand, grabbing you by the hips and pulling you into him.

“thank you dollface” he smiles, kissing your lips before continuing, “but it’s not my birthday.”

your brows are furrowed and you’re practically ripping yourself from his hold, “yes it is? July 3rd? that’s today!” you tell him, “i saw the date last night it said it was July 3rd today” you shake your head, tapping his phone and seeing reading the date off the lockscreen (you can’t help but smile a little when you see its picture of you that he’d taken.)

June 3rd

“oh my god I’m an idiot” you mumble, “i stayed up all night making this cake for nothing” you laugh, letting kento grab you by the waist and pull you back into bed.

“oh darling you really should wear your glasses around the house” he smiles, nuzzling his nose into the crook of your neck and placing a gentle kiss on your collarbone. “I really appreciate it though, very sweet of you.”

you can’t help but smile, content with your lover appreciating your efforts as he hold you closer.

“I’ll call off work today, i need to celebrate my not-birthday with my lover” he whispers, making you grin and press a soft kiss to his lips.

“but for now how about we go back to sleep, im exhausted from staying up baking that cake” you giggle, making your way under the covers and curling up next to kento.

“i love you darling, thank you” he whispers, watching as your eyes shut from him softly running his calloused fingers up and down your back.

[tootiecakes234]

Warning: angst

“Kento?! Kento where are you!?”

You were walking around your house looking for your husband. He’d left you in bed maybe an hour ago and you already missed him.

“In here darling”, you heard his smooth voice coming from his office.

“Oh here you are. Are you busy? I miss you.” You say with a small pout on your lips.

“I was actually just looking at our wedding pictures.” You walk around behind his chair and peek at the pictures he’s going through.

Kento had actually had the pictures printed off and he’d sorted them in a scrapbook. He gave it to you for you one year wedding anniversary. That was almost 2 years ago now.

“You looked perfect coming down that aisle my love.” He spins around in her chair to look at you, “and you’ve looked perfect everyday since.

“Ever the smooth talker Ken.” You say it sarcastically but you are swooning on the inside.

He pulls you by the waist so you’re sitting in his lap.

“Was the best day of my whole life. I’d marry you all over again if I could”, you whisper it into his neck where you’ve nuzzled yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I would too my sweet but we can’t go back now can we? “

You didn’t answer because oh how you wish you could go back. Go back and change everything.

“You’ve got to start living again my love. Moving forward. It’s been months.”

“I- I can’t Kento… I’m trying and I can’t do it.” The tears had started falling, like they always do when he says anything about you letting him go. “Why’d you leave me that night? I as-asked you to stay. I told you something felt off. You left me and you never came back. You promised you’d always come back to me.

He was running his hands up and down your back, trying to comfort you.

“I know and I’m so sorry Y/N. It’s the only promise I made you that I couldn’t keep. I never meant for you to hurt like this.”

He feels so real… smells and sounds so real.

“Come back to me. Please… please… plea-…….”

You were startled awake. Finding yourself again on his side of bed with his pillow soaked through with tears.

5 months… it’s been 5 months since Shibuya, but it felt like it was yesterday. The way your heart ached for him.

Most nights you dream of him and recently every time, he’s telling you to move on. To start living your life again….. but how are you supposed to do that when he took your beating heart to the grave with him…

[samoankpoper21]

Dasher - Kento Nanami

A/N I've stumbled upon a couple posts online where dashers have gotten upset because they weren't tipped enough and I wasn't trying to be part of that narrative ���; I ordered food this week and I felt bad because I didn't have enough to tip the dasher via card so I texted them letting them know hey sorry funds are a bit tight but I can only tip you this much, thankfully they were understanding! To all the dashers y'all are real ones! Enjoy~!!

Nanami stared at his phone blinking once, twice. Tip: $0. His eyebrows scrunched downward when shortly after he got a message:

"Hello! I know you're probably thinking I'm some greedy, ungrateful person that doesn't tip but rest assured I will tip you when you get here! I don't trust the app with tips ^^ Thank you!"

He went back to the order to see that you have selected the "hand to me" option on the app. Shrugging he continued to grab your order making his way to your apartment.

Ringing your doorbell he stepped back scrolling on his phone waiting as your door peeled open. Looking up in time he silently gasped. "Hi!" you gushed. Nanami was taken aback by your plush, brown skin. He stood there admiring your safffron pajama set: the way the spaghetti strap camisole hugged your full breasts and tummy, the shorts stopping short of your thick, full thighs, the silk robe stopping short of your full bottom. He gulped when your sweet voice rang out with, "Nanami yes?" Clearing his throat he confirmed. "Sorry, do you mind holding the door open for me while I grab my purse?" Using his foot as a doorstep he inwardly groaned when you turned around giving him ample view of your robe grazing over the globes of your ass. Rummaging through your purse, with your back towards him you scream out, "Sorry! I know you probably think I have an archaic way of thinking but I don't trust that the app will give you the full amount for tips."

"It's alright."

"It's just that I read online that food delivery services sometimes keep a percentage of the tips to themselves while you guys are left with zilch-ah! Here it is! Bwahahah." Turning around to face him, making your way towards his direction you smiled warmly. "I usually give 20%." Nanami calculated quickly and tried giving the $20 back to you. "Miss this is too much."

"Eh?"

"The total for your meal minus the app and other taxes came out to $35. 20% of 35 is $7, 10 if you round up."

"Smart and handsome." Nanami could feel his face rapidly heating up. "Here," attempting to push the $20 back. "It's too much really."

"Really it's all right. Just think of it as extra pocket change or gas money."

"I can't accept this."

"I insist. Please." Sighing in annoyance at the notifications interrupting his time with you you continue. "Sorry I'm keeping you but seriously take the $20, I don't mind." Wishing he could stay just a bit longer he hands the bag over to you making sure to gently graze your hand feeling a warm zap. Smiling again you thank him when he stops you midway. "I don't think your way of thinking is archaic. I think it's admirable, something different from this generation. Please don't have the dashers hold the door open for you like that again. You may never know their motives."

"If it's any consolation I trust you, trust you enough to hold my door open. You make me feel safe." Clearing his throat trying to hide his blush you ask, "If I may be so bold may I have your number? I would like to get to know you more."

"I'm so glad you asked."

[kentosdoll]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝑁𝑎𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑛 headcanons .ᐟ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ kento x swana gn!reader

content: fluff, non-specific relationship (it can be platonic or romantic) wc: 421

a/n: this is very self-indulgent, though, i tried my best to make it inclusive of all swana folk; hence it's rather general. for those who aren’t aware, swana stands for south west asia and north africa. it’s a more progressive term compared to “middle east”, the latter being rooted in orientalism.

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Fights over which type of rice is better — jasmine or basmati. He insists it's jasmine as it’s easier to cook and softer. You retort, claiming it's basmati as it tastes better with curry and stews than jasmine rice.

Introducing Kento to classic artists like Fairuz, Samira Tawfik, Sabah, and Warda (Al-Jazairia). Sometimes you catch him listening to these artists in his spare time whilst sitting at his home desk. Fingers tapping at the wooden table rhythmically whilst trying to mouth the lyrics.

Kento questions why you get onto your hands and knees, Cinderella-style, with an old t-shirt to mop the tiles. After seeing you do this once, he buys you an actual mop so you never have to bend over (or cause injury to your back).

Slowly building up his tolerance to the sweetness of SWANA desserts. He’s not used to it due to Japanese desserts being subtly sweet. Zalabia is the ultimate final dessert boss. However, his friend Satoru happily gobbles those up whenever he pops by your place for afternoon tea.

Teaching him words, phrases, and idioms in your native tongue or second language. Whilst he had trouble with certain letters or digraphs, you bet he randomly uses certain words around you, even occasionally saying them around his friends and colleagues who have no idea what he’s talking about.

One day, you give him a rundown of your family tree before taking him to his first family gathering. It’s all a bit confusing with everyone being your “cousin”, “aunt”, or “uncle”. Some of these people aren’t even related to you; they’re either your grandparents’ cousins or friends of the family from the homeland.

There’s a social gathering (or wedding) coming up soon, and he's your plus one, so you have to teach him how to dance. The poor man is stiff as a wooden board with two left feet. It takes a while for him to learn [insert dance name], let alone loosen his shoulders, but once he's on the dancefloor, he won't leave.

You best believe this man doesn't understand superstitions and why people still follow them. One day you chastise him for dropping silverware, explaining that now there would be a guest at the door of your apartment. There, in fact, was a guest; it was Satoru.

As Kento learns more from you, he soon understands there is more to the SWANA region, unlike what the world and media have taught him. It gives him a deeper appreciation of your culture and helps him rethink unintentional biases.

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[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― The garage door slams shut with a muffled thud, sealing you both in the dark garage. The car is still warm from the drive home, engine ticking as the leather seats creak under Nanami’s weight. His tie hangs loose around his neck, silk fabric slithering between his fingers as he cages you against the backseat- his knee forcing your legs apart. 

"Seven days…," he grits out, the numbers sharp as his cursed blade… It was rare to hear him talk like that…

"Kento… please don't be mad… w-we ah~," impatient, his large hands shove your dress up your thighs, bunching the fabric around your waist, "We've been so busy with the girls lately." your hands tremble as you run them over the lapels of his jacket.

He catches your wrist and pulls your hand to his mouth. A shiver races up your spine as he kisses your palm, tongue hot and wet as it traces along your skin. His teeth are just as sharp, grazing against your skin in a warning, "I don't want excuses," Nanami growls, the low sound going straight to your cunt, "I want you."

His breath carries hints of bourbon and mint from dinner- restraint absolutely snapped, the kind that’s been simmering all week between packed lunched, overtime with Gojo, and your second grader’s nightmares about how daddy doesn’t come back home from work one day… 

Nanami refuses to waste any more time. Like he said, it’s been seven fucking days. He’s missed having you all to himself. The feeling of your velvety walls wrapped around him- strangling his cock just how he likes it. 

Without hesitation. His thumb hooks into your lace panties, tearing them sideways with a rip that makes you gasp and arch, "F-fuck, Kento-!~"

"Quiet," he growls against your neck, calloused palm smacking your clit once, twice, the crack echoing off the tinted windows, "You've been begging for this all night." The sound of his pants zipper fills the small space, his cock springing free- heavy and angry red with a bead of precum drooling at the tip. "Squirming in your seat. Smirking at me as your heel grazes my thigh."

He doesn't prep you- doesn't need to. Your pussy has been dripping since the appetizers, and he knows, the bastard, smirking as he swipes his tip against your entrance, "Look at you," he taunts, dragging his cock through your slick, coating himself, "So wet for me already. You missed my cock so much, hm?"

Fuck, yesyesyes you missed his cock, missed the stretch and burn and ache when he first plunges into you. A breathless, "Yes~♡ " falls from your lips, followed by a desperate moan as his fat cock rams into your soaked cunt without warning- filling you, stretching you out.

You do your best to choke back a scream. You know better, know to keep your voice down in case your girls and Yuji have fallen asleep- the last thing you need is to wake them. But Nanami is merciless, fucking you open, the squelch of your juices loud enough to drown out any other noise in the confined space, his hips snap up- slamming into you as he fucks you against the leather seats.

"I—fu—I've s'missed you, Kento~"

Nanami's eyes soften then, a small smile forming as his hand cradles your face. The pad of his thumb traces the outline of your lip before pushing in, his gaze darkening at the way your lips part for him so willingly.

His grip on your jaw turns bruising, the way his lips smash against yours- it's painful, but the sting is delicious, "You kept teasing me about wanting another kid," he grunts, sweat dripping off his jaw onto your heaving chest.

His wedding band catches the moonlight streaming through the garage window as he grips your throat, not hard enough to hurt- yet.

"Maybe I will put a third in you tonight. Watch you swell up again…" His voice drops, gravelly and low, "You'd look so beautiful like that, again."

You claw at the part of his chest that's exposed, the fabric wrinkled beyond salvation, and moan, "Y'already... nnf... can't handle two—hah!~"

He slams deeper- hand fisting in your hair cutting you off-  "Try me."

His Mercedes rattles as he flips you onto your knees, face mashed against the fogged window. His palm cracks against your ass, reddening the skin before he yanks your hips back, spearing you in one vicious stroke. Your tits crush against the seat, nipples rubbed raw by the upholstery as he drills into your g-spot.

Somewhere upstairs, he hears a floorboard squeak… The sound traveling easily through the thin wall that connects the garage to the house. Nanami freezes, cock twitching inside you. 

Then, unmistakable in the sudden silence, comes the patter of small feet and excited voices from within the house.

"Daddy and Mommy are home!"

"Shh! Remember what big bro Yuji said? We should be sleeping!"

Nanami’s eyes narrow, "S-shit." He rams home once more, burying his groan in the crook of your neck as he spills, hot and thick, painting your walls white as it floods your womb. His cum leaks down your trembling thighs as he collapses against you, his forehead dropping to your shoulder blade with a defeated thud while muttering, "...they're awake-"

So much for having you to himself the rest of the night…

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Nine months later, Nanami Kento is changing diapers at 3 am, dark circles under his eyes but with a tender smile that lights up the pink nursery.

"Worth it."

⋆｡˚꒰ঌ 𝑀𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓇𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉 ໒꒱˚｡⋆

[reissancesstuff]

“WHO are you?”

sypnosis: you're too drunk to recognize your boyfriend.

warnings: alcohol (reader is drunk), swearing.

featuring: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, fushiguro toji, sukuna ryomen.

Gojo

You are absolutely, unapologetically, undeniably wasted.

You don’t even remember how many drinks you’ve had. All you know is that the room is spinning, your heels are in your hand, and you’re sitting outside the club on the curb with a pout that could kill a man.

“Satoru,” you mumble, squinting at your phone. “Why hasn’t he called me back? That bastard.”

You’re just about to text him for the eighth time (your phone is upside down, for the record) when a familiar voice cuts through the haze.

“There you are,” the voice says, amused. “You’re lucky I’m sexy and patient.”

You blink up, shielding your eyes from the moonlight—or maybe it’s the streetlight, or maybe it's the glowing aura of the man standing in front of you.

He’s tall. White-haired. Wearing a black coat and sunglasses, at night, like a menace.

You frown.

“Who,” you say seriously, “the fuck are you?”

He freezes.

You narrow your eyes further, wobbling to your feet and poking his chest.

“Back off, handsome stranger,” you declare. “I already have a boyfriend.”

He sputters. “Handsome? Wait—”

“He’s the love of my life,” you say proudly. “Six feet of nonsense. White hair. Smug face. He’s so annoying. But like, in a hot way.”

“…That’s literally just me,” he deadpans.

“Nooo,” you slur. “Satoru’s prettier.”

His jaw drops. “Excuse me?! I AM SATORU!”

You gasp. Loudly.

“Oh my god. You’re one of those crazy fans.”

“What???”

You stumble back, dramatically offended. “You wanna be him, don’t you? Is that why you dyed your hair? Is this cosplay?!”

Gojo stares at you, dumbfounded.

You wave your heel in the air like a sword. “Back off! I’m loyal!”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing deeply. “Sweetheart—”

You cut him off, whispering, “Don’t call me that. Only Satoru calls me sweetheart.”

“…I am Satoru!”

A pause. Then, suddenly, you gasp again—like your brain has rebooted.

“Wait… You sound like him,” you say slowly, brows furrowing. “Say something only Satoru would say.”

He leans in, lips grazing your ear.

“I know how you like it when I kiss that one spot on your thigh.”

You shriek, smacking his chest. “Okay you’re him!!”

He laughs—loud, stupid, proud.

“I hate you,” you mumble into his coat as he wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the ground like you weigh nothing.

“You said I was hot,” he hums smugly. “I’m never letting that go.”

“You’re annoying,” you grumble, snuggling into him anyway. “Still prettier in my head.”

He kisses your forehead. “Good thing I’m also prettier in real life.”

---

By the time he gets you home, you’ve fallen asleep in his arms.

You wake up the next morning with a hangover, a glass of water on your nightstand, and a sticky note on your forehead.

"Handsome Stranger says hi. —Your boyfriend 💙"

You groan, burying your face in the pillow.

God, he’s never gonna let this go.

But honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Geto

You’re drunk.

Like, embarrassingly drunk.

Like, sitting outside the izakaya barefoot with your shoes in your lap and a half-eaten skewer in your hand, slurring into your phone like it’s your long-lost best friend.

“Where the hell is Suguru?” you mumble. “I’m cold. And also beautiful. I deserve a ride.”

A shadow falls over you.

You look up—slowly, dramatically—and see a tall, broad figure standing above you, dark hair in a low bun, wearing all black like he’s auditioning to be a villain in a slow-burn romance anime.

“Get up,” he says. Calm. Deep. Familiar.

You squint. “Oh my god.”

He raises a brow. “Yes?”

“You’re hot,” you whisper.

He sighs. “Baby, it’s me.”

“No,” you say, pointing a threatening skewer at him. “My boyfriend is nicer. He’s sweet. And warm. And smells like sandalwood and chaos. You look like a mafia boss. You probably steal hearts and credit cards.”

Suguru stares at you like he’s questioning all his life choices.

You stand up—well, try to—and nearly fall into him. His arms catch you effortlessly, like it’s muscle memory.

You shove a finger in his chest. “I’m taken. My boyfriend will kill you.”

“Will he?” he asks, humoring you. “Violent type?”

“The worst,” you say proudly. “He once glared at a guy so hard his hairline receded.”

“Sounds terrifying.”

“He is,” you nod seriously. “And he calls me ‘sweetheart’ when he wants something.”

Suguru exhales a laugh, something low and fond. “Okay. What if I prove I’m him?”

You blink at him, considering. “…Fine. Do it.”

He steps close, close enough that his chest brushes yours.

“Two weeks ago, you said if I didn’t let you adopt a cat, you’d put glitter in my shampoo.”

Your jaw drops. “How did you—?!”

“Three days ago, you cried because a dog in a TikTok wore boots.”

“And last night,” he leans in, brushing his lips by your ear, “you told me I’m your favorite ‘tall dark and dangerous’ man, but you’d leave me instantly for Keanu Reeves.”

You gasp. “Suguru?!”

“Yes.”

“OH MY GOD.” You slap his arm. “Why didn’t you say so earlier!?”

“I did.”

You cling to him, dramatic as ever. “I missed you. You smell good. Don’t ever leave me again.”

He lifts you effortlessly, carrying you bridal style toward the car, shaking his head with the softest smile.

“You’re gonna regret all of this in the morning,” he murmurs, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I regret nothing,” you slur. Then squint up at him. “Wait. Did you really glare a guy’s hairline off?”

“…That one might’ve been a little exaggerated.”

“Still hot.”

---

The next morning, you wake up in Suguru’s hoodie, with water, painkillers, and a sticky note on your phone:

“Mafia Boss says thank you for your compliments. You’re under permanent protection now. —Your real boyfriend 💌”

You bury your face in the pillow.

He’s never letting this go.

And honestly? You’re kind of glad.

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Nanami

You’re sitting on a curb, absolutely wasted.

There’s glitter on your eyelids, chicken nuggets in your purse, and a girl from the bar sobbing beside you because her ex posted a gym selfie.

You offer her a nugget.

“You deserve better,” you tell her. “You’re gorgeous. Your eyebrows are, like, symmetrical. I’d marry you.”

She sniffles, then stares behind you. “Uhh… is that your boyfriend?”

You turn.

And see a tall, broad man walking up, sleeves rolled, tie loose, face unreadable—like God sent a male model from a finance firm to collect wayward souls off the street.

You frown.

“You look expensive,” you say slowly. “Are you one of those… high-end butlers?”

He stops in front of you. “You’re drunk.”

You blink. “How do you know?”

“Because I’m your boyfriend.”

Your jaw drops. “No you’re not. My boyfriend is… emotionally repressed. Wears beige. Has a sexy office job and a judgmental stare.”

Nanami sighs. “That’s me.”

You squint suspiciously. “Okay, if you’re really my boyfriend… what’s my weirdest habit?”

He looks down at you, voice flat. “You talk to plants. You name them. One is called Baby Groot. You cried when he lost a leaf.”

Your lips part. “Only he would know that…”

You wobble to your feet and nearly fall, catching yourself on his very firm chest. You clutch his shirt.

“Oh my god,” you whisper. “You are my sexy office man.”

“Let’s go home,” he mutters, guiding you gently toward his car.

You dig your heels into the ground. “Wait! Waitwaitwait—don’t kidnap me! I have a boyfriend!”

“You just admitted I am your boyfriend.”

“…Oh. Right.” You giggle. “Lucky me.”

He helps you into the passenger seat like you’re fragile cargo. Once seated, you stare at him as he buckles you in.

“You’re so handsome,” you murmur.

“I know.”

“And patient.”

“I have no choice.”

“You’re gonna marry me one day.”

His hands still for half a second.

Then: “I already plan to.”

You pass out smiling.

---

The next morning, you wake up in bed, dressed in your comfiest pajamas, with a glass of water, aspirin, and a note:

"In case you forget: yes, I am your boyfriend. No, I am not a butler. Please hydrate. —Kento"

You giggle into the pillow.

You’re definitely going to marry that man.

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Toji

You are sitting on a barstool, double fisting two very illegally strong cocktails, laughing at absolutely nothing.

You're also very certain that a hot man is trying to kidnap you.

“Ma’am,” the man says, standing in front of you like an irritated wall of muscle. “It’s me.”

You look him up and down.

Black hair. Green eyes. Tall. Scary aura. Tight shirt. Very very hot.

But no. You're loyal.

You squint. “You’re not my boyfriend.”

The man pinches the bridge of his nose. “I picked you up from karaoke an hour ago.”

“Impossible,” you say dramatically. “My boyfriend would never show up to karaoke. He thinks fun is ‘a scam made by broke people.’”

“That’s exactly what I said,” he grunts.

You gasp. “You are hot though. Like, really hot. But listen—my boyfriend? He’s kinda mean, super strong, and terrifying. He could totally kill you.”

He stares.

You continue: “He’s also soooo good in bed. Real monster. Demon behavior. But he’s mine, so—”

Toji grabs your wrist. “Get your ass up.”

You gasp again. “You’re aggressive. Just like him. But he’d never touch me like that in public unless I pissed him off.”

“Oh?” he says, voice flat. “You mean like getting blackout drunk, threatening the DJ, and petting strangers' dogs without asking?”

You tilt your head. “So you do know me...”

“I live with you.”

You lean forward, squinting hard, then grab his face between your hands. “Say something only my boyfriend would say.”

He deadpans, “If you puke in my car again, I’m charging you five grand.”

Your mouth drops open. “Toji?!”

“Finally.”

You throw your arms around his neck. “Where have you been all night?!”

“Chasing your drunk ass down. Again.”

He tosses you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starts walking to his car.

“Wait,” you slur. “You’re not gonna murder me, right?”

“I’ll think about it.”

“But I’m your babygirl…”

He opens the car door. “You’re my goddamn headache.”

“Love you too!”

---

The next morning, you wake up with a hangover and a bruise on your hip that looks suspiciously like the edge of Toji’s shoulder.

You check your phone.

1 New Message from Toji

📸 [photo of you passed out face-first in his passenger seat, drooling]

Toji: Don’t drink again unless I’m there. Dumbass.

You smile.

Your murderous, scary, mean boyfriend is the best.

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Sukuna

You’re absolutely, irreparably hammered.

How do you know?

Because there is a gorgeous man standing in front of you with piercings, tattoos, and arms you’d like to sit on — and instead of flirting with him, you’re loudly sobbing to your friend.

“He’s gonna kill him. He’s gonna kill the hot guy,” you sniff.

“Who?”

“That guy,” you point at the very man you’re talking about. “He’s hot but he’s not my boyfriend. But he’s gonna die. My boyfriend is crazy.”

The man in question — the hot one — drags a hand down his face. “You’re drunk off your ass.”

You nod solemnly. “Yes. And you should leave before he finds you.”

“I am your boyfriend.”

You blink. “Noooo, my boyfriend has tattoos—”

He lifts his shirt.

“—oh my god you have tattoos,” you whisper.

“And piercings.”

You stare at the twin bars through his eyebrow and the silver glint on his tongue as he smirks.

“My boyfriend has those too!” you giggle. “But also, he’s terrifying. He’d murder you in an alley for touching me.”

He steps closer. “You mean like this?”

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulls you flush against him.

You freeze. “Bold of you, hot stranger.”

He leans in, voice low and dark in your ear. “You bit me last time I tried to wake you up from a drunk nap.”

You gasp. “Sukuna?!”

“Yeah, baby. It’s me.” He presses a kiss to your jaw, sharp canines grazing your skin. “Now let’s get you in the damn car before I dump you in a gutter.”

You wrap your arms around him, eyes wide. “You’re so mean. I love you.”

“I know you do, dumbass.”

---

The next morning, you wake up to an ice pack on your head and a water bottle on your nightstand. Sukuna is sitting at the edge of the bed, scrolling his phone.

“…Did I threaten you again last night?” you mumble.

“You told me you’d report me to the FBI if I didn’t prove I was your boyfriend.”

“Oh god.”

“You also called me ‘Mr. Jail Tattoos’ and asked if I knew I was hot.”

“I hate myself.”

He glances at you with that lazy smirk. “You said, and I quote, ‘I wanna kiss you but my boyfriend’s gonna beat your ass.’”

You pull a pillow over your face. “Did you beat your own ass?”

“Nah.” He shrugs. “But I did let you tackle me onto the bed. You drooled on my neck.”

“…Love you?”

He flicks your forehead. “Be less dumb next time.”

You grin. “That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Jail Tattoos.”

And he does, in fact, tackle you right back.

[freaktoru]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . nanami kento doesn’t argue… except this time he does. and he fucks you while he does it.

18+ MDNI, nanami is kind of a meanie :(

nanami kento is a man of undeniable patience and unwavering calm. a think-first, speak-later kind of man—never quick to argue, and always one to listen attentively before offering his own thoughts.

but when you “accidentally” forget to tell him that you’re going out with your friends after work, and spend hours worrying him sick and not answering your phone? now that really pisses him off.

clearly, you had forgotten to follow one of the most important, fundamental rules the two of you had set for each other—always let the other know of your whereabouts. 

seems like nanami had to remind you somehow. and today, his method of choice was fucking it into you. 

“you just can’t” thrust. “do” thrust. “what” thrust. “i tell you” thrust. “huh?” he drives each word into you, his thick cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside—making sure you feel exactly how much he means it.

your face is buried in the sheets of your shared bed, tears staining the pristine white bedsheets. nanami has been at this for hours now, pounding into you—every thrust harder and more punishing than the last.

“ ‘m sorry k-kento please” you sob pathetically into the wet sheets, voice barely audible in your helpless position. a strong hand fists a handful of your hair, pulling your head up closer to his. 

kento leans over, his warm, ragged breath brushing the tip of your ear, staying buried deep in your quivering, tight walls. 

“what was that?” he whispers, keeping a strong—almost painful grip on your hair. 

“i’m s-sorryyy kento i forgot” 

“mmm sweetheart” he murmurs, his voice a low, husky, whisper “that just won’t do.” he finishes, deliberately moving his other hand from your waist up to your sensitive, hardened nipples. you let out a mewl of pleasure as he rolls one between his fingers—the sound quickly turning into a breathy whine when he pinches down.

“please” you barely choke out the plea between sharp sobs. 

“please what? use your words baby” he mutters, hands now kneading the soft flesh of your tits.

“i’m s-sorry” is the only thing you can manage to say—pathetic and ruined in your fucked out state.

kento frees you from his grasp, letting your head fall back down into the mattress. his bruising grip on your waist returns, and he slowly starts moving his hips again. 

“i don’t think you are” is all he says, before quickening his already harsh pace. kento fucks you like this—like he’s trying to make you understand—for the rest of the night.

and you do understand. you understand that you’ll never make nanami mad again.

[nanamisgirly]

your dilf doesn't need 'perfect'　ྀི　

“w-wait—” you were panting, legs wrapped around his hips where dilf!nanami straddled you on the countertop. you pull back just as his mouth dragged open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

you don't remember how exactly you ended up there, how things turned from soft touches over dinner to a heavy make out session—tongue sliding between your lips, big hands pressing you against his chest. 

it's been months of holding back for both of you—resuming your relation to slow touches, soft kisses, and ‘no pressure sweetheart’ every time things started getting heavy. since you weren't experienced and kind of…scared, dilf!nanami suggested waiting til you're ready. and you've been grateful for it, even when you returned home some night aching and soaked from just making out with him.

and maybe all the courage you gathered to tug him in by his tie tonight and kiss him like you were desperate for it, had drained from your veins the moment you felt one of his hand sliding up your thigh and the other slipping under your shirt—hot, rough, calloused.

“did i go too far?” he asked, one hand still under your shirt, fingers hovering just under the band of your bra, not moving an inch. “it's okay. you don't need to explain. we can stop, sweetheart.” his lips were swollen—covered with spit. his eyes glassy and you could feel the weight of his cock pressing against your shorts.

“no—! no… i want to,” you blurted out too quickly, voice overlapping his, desperate not to be misunderstood. but even as you said it, you couldn't bring yourself to look at him in the eyes, so you turn your head, letting your hands rest on his broad shoulders as you continue, 

“it's just…” you exhaled, shame blooming fast in your chest. “i'm not confident about. . y'know.” you gesture vaguely toward your boobs. “they look nice in a bra and—uh…you've probably seen better. i know they look big in a bra, but they don't, well…stay up. they're soft, and…” your voice tightens. “i just…i've read things. about guys saying they were disappointed. or didn't want to even see them during the act, unless they were covered—” you laugh nervously, voice cracking. “it's so embarrassing. i-i didn't want you to see them and think—think they're…ugly.”

the silence that followed felt unbearable.

it only makes your anxiety grow and you feel so dumb for talking about it, maybe you should just have stopped and that's it…because nanami didn't move an inch since your little monologue, his honey eyes still trying to catch your gaze. 

your stomach drops. you start to shift trying to get off the counter, anything to escape mortification. “look, i'm sorry,” you say, heart pounding, eyes glassy. “i-i shouldn't have brought it up, i—umh—it's ok. i just thought that'd be nice to tell you before hand and huh…fuck i ruined everything didn't i?”

that's when you feel his hands coming to your hips, pinning you in place on the countertop. you gasp as he presses his cock against your core harder than ever—twitching with need.

when you looked up, his eyes had darkened. his brows were furrowed, jaw tight, emotion bleeding into every sharp line of his face. “that,” he said flatly, “is the stupidest fucking thing i've ever heard.”

your breath hitched.

“i'm not a boy with a warped idea of what women are supposed to look like.” he leaned in, cupping your jaw to be sure your eyes stay locked onto his. “i'm a grown man. you think i'm painfully hard, grinding against you, shaking, because i'm waiting for something ‘perfect’? sweetheart, i'm here, aching because it's you. all of you that i want.”

his voice was low, frayed. barely holding together. “let me very clear, sweetheart, i'm going to lose my mind when i see them, i will drop to my knees and thank the gods for putting someone as sweet as you.”

your lips part, trying to breathe through the whirl of embarrassment and affection and…arousal.

“ken—”

“does this—” he rasped, grabbing your wrist and guiding your trembling fingers down to the thick, pulsing shape of his cock straining in his slacks, “feel like someone who's going to be disappointed?”

you whimpered, your smaller fingers squeezing his boner. 

“f-fuck…” he shuddered. “if you want to stop,” he breathed, forehead falling to your shoulder. “i'll stop. if you want to wait, we'll wait. another month. another year. i don't care. anything you want, for you to be comfortable.”

but his voice cracked at the end—like he was hanging by a thread. you felt it too, his body coiled tight, like a beast barely leashed.

“you're too nice, ken.” you say teary-eyed, half laughing, half melting.

“well, k-keep squeezing me like that and i'm afraid i won't be nice any longer.” he groaned, lip brushing your neck.

your thighs wrapped tighter around him. “you can take it off,”

his head snapped up. “you sure?” his gaze held yours as his fingers brushed the hem of your shirt again, and when you nodded, “arms up, sweets,” he said softly, and you obeyed.

when he tosses delicately your shirt to the side, skilled fingers quickly find your bra and unclip it, oh very so slowly.

when your bra hit the floor, everything held still. like the world paused long enough for nanami to lose his mind quietly. his eyes dragged up, heavy-lidded and wrecked. one big hand came up—trembling—cupping your breast with a war raging in his mind : should i worship or ruin them?

“sweets,” he breathed, thumbing over one of your nipple, “they're perfect. so fucking perfect i feel like i'm hallucinating.”

[hiraethwrote]

Can I maybe request or suggest a small drabble about Reader and Kento collecting seashells and rocks on their first date or honeymoon? Only if you have time, of course ♡

aaah shikariii bby tysm for stopping by 🤭 makes me giddy that you requested tbh — and it’s such a cute idea!!! i just hope i did your vision justice (and that he’s not oof bc i felt like i didn’t quite hit yk)

“oh, honey, look at this one,” you exclaim excitedly as you retrieve your arm from the water, the beautiful conch shell of dusty pink raised for him to see.

but your breath quickly hitches at the sight of kento in front of you.

it’s a pleasing thing, that you managed to convince him to leave his suits at home, restricting himself to comfortable vacation attire for the trip instead. he’s wearing a white shirt, top two buttons undone. his sleeves are rolled up his muscular arms and his linen pants are bunched up just below his knees to avoid them getting wet.

the golden rays from the low sun illuminate him in the most magnificent way, bringing attention the every beautiful edge and line of his face. and he looks genuinely at peace.

and he is. at peace.

“you alright, dear?” he asks, his tone as soothing as always, soft like silk.

a smile grows on your lips, shoulders falling in contentment at the scene of him in front of you. he always deserves to be like this, relaxed and allowed to turn his brain off for a few days.

“yeah, perfect actually,” you breath before snapping out of your shameless admiration of your boyfriend — no wait. husband.

you carefully make your way over to him, water splashing softly around you. “what did you find?” his arms automatically snakes around your waist, leaving a wet trail of salty water across the back of your shirt before placing a soft peck at your temple.

“look at it,” you coo, holding out your hand for him to get a better look. “taking this one with us back home. wanna check if you can hear the ocean?” the delightful sound of his chuckle dances between you as you lift the shell towards his ear.

“i’d be concern if i wasn’t able to hear the ocean right now,” gentle fingers lacing around your wrist as it approaches him, staring lovingly into your eyes. you notice how the sunlight catches on the silver band around his ring finger, feeling a tingle throughout your body at the fact that he is now betrothed to you until death do you part.

you can’t help how you roll your eyes, an amused grin on your lips. “you know what i mean, kento” you say, the tiniest whine in your voice.

“no, please explain,” he teases, slowly leaning in closer and closer, noses just barely grazing each other.

“then just listen,” you whisper softly, continuing to guide the shell toward his ear, his digits still around your wrist while his other arm was carefully pulling you closer to him.

he holds your gaze, an alluring smirk threatening to consume his face. you so rarely see him like this, just the tiniest hint of mischief lurking under the surface. it was a side he suppresses for the most part, only every on display for you — if on display at all.

“hmmm, would you look at that,” he hums quietly as you have the conch shell placed to his ear. “the ocean.”

“told you.”

the touch around your wrist disappears, placing his finger under your chin. you barely feel the gentle nudge that effortlessly tilts your head up.

“how did i ever get so lucky?”

“i often ask myself the same thing.”

then he moves his hand to cup your jaw, his soft palm pressing tenderly against your skin. “how about we head back to the hotel?”

“carry me?”

childlike laughter erupts from your lips as he easily swoops you into his strong arms, little droplets of water hitting you in the face as your feet come flying out of the water.

“would be an honour.”

©hiraethwrote 2024 . all rights reserved. reposting, translating and otherwise plagarisim is prohibited

[xplicitviewz]

“Who’s calling?” Your husband, Nanami, huffs from above you, his hips snapping into you. Your teary eyes glance at your phone while you let out small whimpers. “I-it’s our son.” You breathe out, your thighs tremble beneath his hands holding them down beside you.

Nanami groans and stuffs his dick fully into you, a whine escaping your lips as he picks up the phone. Between his work schedule and your 4 kids, there isn’t time for you and your husband to partake in a your shared activities other than the few times you guys got creative.

There was this one time you guys had your oldest watch the kids while you guys went to the pharmacy to pick up some medicine, which ended in a quickie in the dark parking lot before heading home.

Or the other time you guys had a pool day and you went inside to start getting the snacks ready. Nanami followed shortly after to have himself his own quick snack. Both of your days are pretty busy, but Nanami never fails to make some time for you and your pussy. You can admit sex hasn’t really been a priority, until tonight. Upon realizing all the kids would be gone, you immediately called Nanami to be sure he brings his ass home when he is off and not do any overtime- yes you used your mom voice too. Nanami agreed not wanting to be scolded.

When he did get home, he noticed a few things, there was any tv on, or music blasting from your two oldest rooms. There weren’t toys scattered in the living room or the dining room table from your two youngest, no yelling or screaming from all of them in general, it was just quiet. He smelt food in the air, he usually does every night he comes home but it’d be already eaten, or everyone will be eating at the dinner table (he insists not to wait for him because he often stays late) but since he left early from work, it isn’t ready just yet. He quickly rushes up the stairs, starting to feel the panic seep in just a bit, all the kids rooms are empty.

He opens his shared bedroom to see you just laying on your stomach, in the silky robe he got you, reading a book. He calms down because if you were okay, surely, the kids were too. His eyes gaze down your figure, your feet are in the air crossed, while you read. The robe sits at your upper thigh, and since it’s so thin, your ass pops out in the most desirable way possible. “Honey?” He eyes you suspiciously, taking a breath as he starts to settle down, “Where are the kids.”

You heard the front door shut, squeezing your thighs together, feeling the arousal hit you even more. The book you have been reading had been in your mind, and hearing your husband come home really made you ready to take him, full. You had dinner cooking in the oven, almost ready to serve for just Nanami and you. Your oldest son is at a movie with his friends and they are going to go eat after. Your second oldest daughter is spending the night with her best friend, and your two youngest are sleeping over with their grandparents. To say you were practically rushing your oldest son to leave already, since he was the last one to go, was an understatement.

“They are busy and safe.” You closed the book and turn your body towards him, your eyes hungry before you looked at him, but damn near starving when you did. That damn suit and tie. You explained where they all were as you sat up in the bed, impulsively pushing your chest out as you leaned back on your arms. Nanami didn’t ignore the lustful look in your eye, the way your nipples perked against the thin fabric, only assuming you had nothing on underneath. He quickly put a few things together, why you called him to not do overtime. He knew what his wife wanted, at least he thought so.

When your sweet loving husband started off kissing your neck, waiting to use the few hours to just worship your body, you, your hands cupped his chin and looked him dead in the eye, “Honey, I love you so much and I know that you do but tonight-right now I need you to fuck me like you don’t. I want y-“ His eyes darkens more at your plea, how desperate you were truly. How can he ever say no to his gorgeous wife. He cuts you off with a kiss before he started fucking you every way loose. Yes exactly what I said. But of course no matter what time it is, you guys are parents after all….

“What?” Nanami answers the call, still buried deep inside you, grinding against you as his thumb circles your clit.

“..Oh Hey dad, where’s mo-“

“She’s busy, are you okay, why are you blowing up her phone?” Nanami cuts your son off, his eyes focused on you squirming around, biting your lip to keep any lewd sounds hushed while he was on the phone with your son. He speeds up his movements on your clit, softly sucking in a breath when you clench tightly around his dick.

“I wanna buy some snacks and get some food after the movie, mom said she’ll send me m-“

“How much?” Nanami asked wanting him to get to the point so he can get back to his wife. He slowly pulling out before pushing himself back in. Your hand quickly covers your mouth as you shut your eyes. Your legs were shaking crazy. Your husband wasn’t one to always be rough in bed, but the times he is, you would feel it for days, in the best way possible. (He has that dog in him😞) Nanami definitely isn’t holding back, not when it’s been this long you guys were kid free for a few hours and together at that. Nanami was making up for lost time, fingering you until you couldn’t talk properly, eating your pussy like it personally offended him, fucking you left, right, up, down, diagonal, all up until your phone kept blowing up.

“Like about $40.”

“Okay, give me a moment.” Nanami grunts, as he bottoms out again, the way you squeezed his dick nearly knocked him out cold. He feels his dick throb inside you and pulls the phone away from his ear, breathing heavy.

“Thanks d-“

Nanami hangs up the phone and tosses it beside you before leaning in closer to you, peeling your hand away from your mouth and pulling it above your head. “Tell me something honey.” He hums kissing your swollen lips.

You whimper as he fucks you again, slow but rough this time, ”y-yes?” You gasp as he hits your cervix.

“When the kids ask for money, do you send it to them from my account?” He looks into your eyes, sweat dripping down his head watching your reaction to his question really his dick.

You’re screwed. Both literally and physically.

“Not alwa- o-ooh shit.” You moan, his hips moving faster than light. Nanami absolutely hates when you use your own money, hell, even when you were working. When you guys first started dating he already knew you were going to be his wife. Nanami would always say you didn’t need to work but you didn’t want him to be the sole provider. Eventually, you guys moved in together and you were still working. Though, he convinced you to work less hours and took you out on a date when you agreed. It wasn’t until you got pregnant with your first baby, did his wish come true. Shit, he was more excited when you both went down to your job to quit than he was to see the 2 pink lines.

“All the hours I work, being kept away from our family, my perfect wife -ngghh- my perfect wife’s pussy. And you still insist on usi-fuck- using your own money when you have access to my money- no our money, shit your money.” He moans grabbing your other hand and pulling it above your head with your other.

“Y-you pay for e-ever-“

“I’m supposed to baby. I want to.” He interrupts you, lifting your legs to his shoulders, and grabbing your phone with his free hand and sending your son $100 from his account. “Why must you make things complicated, love. I am the man, it’s my job to take care of you, our family. Let *thrust* me. Use my money for the kids, the house, the cars, whatever it is, I have enough, more than.” He kisses your lips softly, opposite to his thrusts. “Use your money I give you for you, whatever you want for you- shit for you. Everything I do is for you, everything I make, it’s yours, ours on paper, but it’s all yours. All for you.” He grunts into your ear, as if he’s teaching a lesson. Technically, he is.

“Don’t let me find out you aren’t using my money first again, okay hun?” He hums at you, a moaning teary mess.

“Now where were we?” He smiles before pulling out and flipping you on your stomach, lifting your ass up and spanking it. “Oh, right.” He chuckles as he spreads your cheeks apart, seeing your drooling sensitive pussy, clenching on air.

*edited but not proofread*

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