#nanami kento drabble

[kentosbabes]

Cozy Nanami Headcannons

He pretends to sleep with his glasses on while sitting on the sofa with a book on his lap, just so he can feel your hand caress his face.

He loves to exchange books with you and leave notes in the margins with his impeccable handwriting, usually they’re really insightful but sometimes he’s a little silly and likes to make you laugh.

He likes to be a gentleman, definitely respects the road rule- tugging you to the side of the pavement and putting his large hand on the small of your back when you two cross the road.

He likes when the two of you nap together accidentally, the feeling of you legs tangled up and your back hushed close next to his. He can fall asleep easier when you’re next to him, hearing your heart beating and seeing the rise and fall of your chest.

He likes to wake you up with a kiss to your temple and coffee just the way you like it in his hand waiting for you to get up.

He is really good with children, as much as he likes to pretend to be awkward with them. As soon as you turn your back he plays with them, picking them up and spinning them and listening to their every command seriously.

He loves it when you bury your face in his chest to shield your eyes from the bright light flooding into your bedroom from the window.

He loves it when you cat stretch next to him in bed, he knows you push up against him on purpose but he just kisses your nape and pulls you in impossibly closer.

He loves to massage you after a long day at work, feeling you relax under him because of something he has done makes him happy.

After care is so important, almost as important to him than actually having sex with you. He takes it very seriously, bubble baths and massages. The work.

Occasionally, he surprises you with a homemade treat, like cookies or muffins, that he drops off at the office to brighten your day.

He likes to share a quiet moment with you before work, sipping your favorite warm beverages and discussing your plans for the day.

He has a small polaroid picture of the two of you at the park after he’s asked you out for the first time.

He is on Pinterest religiously, if he sees something that gives off a you vibe he’ll put it in his folder he has just named ‘darling’.

[ramonathinks]

Nanami Drabble (18+ age gap, slight corruption, manipulation, videotaping, slight smut) let’s ignore that this is a repost .

Politician!Nanami who’s running for mayor. Besides him, it’s just one other guy. Nanami isn’t corrupt, prides himself on that fact — nobody can ever really find anything he did wrong, his track record is amazing. But, then he meets you, his young new secretary who wears glasses and a tight pantsuit that he stares at whenever you bend over.

Politician!Nanami who’s so close to your fathers age but he aged well. Built and sturdy. Tall and broad. Talks with a deep voice that makes you clench your legs.

Politician!Nanami who insists that you ride in his limo with him, he doesn’t mean for what happened to happen but it does. Your hands pulling his cock out free and with hushed whispers and gasps you finally put him in your mouth. His hands grabbing a full head of hair and choking you a bit, it’s been so long since he had any real touch on him besides his own.

Politician!Nanami who has meetings in his office with you under his desk, bent over and ass up, teasing your wet folds until you can barely hold it together.

Politician!Nanami who’s slowly falling in love with you and really hates it because he knows how the media will treat you.

Politician!Nanami who feels a bit betrayed when he learns you’re his competitor’s daughter, even more betrayed when he realizes that maybe you were using him.

Politician!Nanami calling you late at night to ask “why” and “was everything a lie” which you just sniffle and say no, but now he can’t truly believe you.

Politician!Nanami who threatens to release a tape of the time you two spent together, even though he won’t do it.

Politician!Nanami who’s convinced that he just needs to get out of the race, ready to withdraw because either way nothing makes sense to him anymore.

no part two

[pseudowho]

Still got it

Artwork by Mmiyoart (2021)

The kids are teenagers, so you and Kento are just their boring parents...right?

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Imagine you and Nanami Kento as parents, but older now, in your forties, and the kids are teenagers at Jujutsu High (much to Kento's displeasure and concern).

The two of you always kept your work life separate to home; the kids knew what the two of you do of course, they all know Curses and Cursed techniques, your two daughters and a son being in possession of these talents themselves.

But you and Kento never come home in mission-wear. You're always patched up by Shoko, one of your oldest and dearest friends, before you walk through the door. Kento never winces as he cooks dinner in a fresh shirt, but behind your bedroom door at night, you gently push his shirt off his shoulders and bathe his wounds, gently kissing his bruises, his head resting back between your breasts as your arms curl round him from behind. You never discuss your kills in front of the kids, the evenings instead, full of talk of exams, arguments with best friends, chastising for using phones at dinner time.

You and Kento make sure you barely overlap at Jujutsu High, teaching students in the other years instead. Your daughters and your son know, in a vague way, that you're both respected First and Second Grade sorcerers in your own right, but to them you're just mum and dad.

Until, one day, that changes. Your three kids, all promising Second Grade sorcerers, and committed to the cause, get into trouble. The Curse they're sent to eliminate is so much stronger than they imagined. Your eldest daughter fights on bravely as your son carries their sister, wounded, to safety. All three are filled with terror as the Curse begins to overwhelm them, their short lives with you and Kento, their adoring parents, flashing in front of their eyes, wondering how the two of you would ever recover from their deaths.

Then, in a flash of black and red, Nanami Kento steps into the fight. A colossal wave of Cursed energy rolls over the children, stunned, breathless, eyes wide as their father, who does maths homework with them, who kisses them all goodnight at bedtime, who bakes at the weekends, instead now ruthlessly, effortlessly wipes the floor with the Curse that nearly killed his babies.

Kento is a demon in battle, tie ripped off, blunt blade whirling, his battle-hardened body just as imposing and lithe as it was in the years before the kids were born. The hands that held theirs when they were tiny, that threw them around ever-so-gently during play-fights, now wielded as weapons with murderous intent.

Even more alarmed are the children, when you appear beside Kento, and as the Curse staggers on its last legs, they hear you shout to Kento- "Throw me!" and, with not an ounce of hesitation, Kento tosses you like a rugby ball, for you to land the killing blow on the Curse.

You are smooth, meticulous, concentrated while making light work of a messy job. The children hear their father hum in approval of you as you take the Curse to task for its crimes against your babies.

Not even sparing the withering corpse a glance, you and Kento rush to your children. You hold your son and eldest daughter's faces, eyes full of tears as you check them all over for damage, their hearts swelling when you praise them for taking care of each other, for doing such a fantastic job holding out until you both arrived.

Kento drops to his knees beside his wounded youngest daughter, gripping her close to him, no less mighty and powerful after years of marriage and raising children. Nanami Kento manages the first and only reverse-cursed technique heal of his whole life, and repairs his daughter's wounds. He holds her to him and weeps quietly as she reassures him, wholly her mother's daughter. Kento grips his son gently around the back of the neck, pulling him down for a tight hug, his son almost breaking at Kento's familiar rumble praising him for prioritising his sister's safety, telling his son he's so proud of the man he's becoming.

Days later, and with the children now recovered, rumours of Nanami-sensei and Nanami-sensei's scathing criticism of and attack on the higher-ups is the talk of the Jujutsu High students. The children are silent throughout, still stunned by the overwhelming skill of their parents.

One of the other students jokingly raises the incident to your kids one day; "Oh man. I wouldn't like to have your parents mad at me. I'd never get over disappointing them."

"Are they...that much of a big deal?" your son asks his friend weakly. His friend raises his eyebrows, amazed, laughing.

"You mean the one and only legends, the Nanami-sensei's? Who the hell did you guys think raised you?"

You and Kento walk down the steps towards them, hands brushing together but not holding, keen to maintain professionalism at school. The children watch as your eyes meet his, love passing between you both, and wonder how they had thought of you as their boring mum and dad for all these years.

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[daisynik7]

You need Nanami on the sofa, fucking up into you as you straddle his lap, bouncing on his thick cock. You need him on the countertop in the kitchen, bent over the edge on your tippy-toes while his hips slap lewdly against your ass, pumping his shaft in and out of you. You need him in the shower, wet and dewy, soapy fingerprints littered on the tile walls. Then right after the shower, face-down on the bed, wrists slightly bounded by his spotted tie, sucking on your puffy clit from behind. Twist it and reverse it so you're on his face, riding his mouth until he comes. He hums into your skin, shooting his hot load onto his stomach, fucking his fist from the sheer taste of you on his tongue.

Yeah, that's exactly what you need.

[sourpeachsayshi]

Breeding kink.

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ minors / ageless blogs / blank blogs - do not interact.

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ tags: sugar daddy nanami; sugar baby reader; daddy kink; jealous nanami; unprotected sex; semi-public sex; drunk sex; alcohol mention; non sorcerer au - wc: 400

the sounds of your pleasure reverberates against the crisp, cream tiles of the fancy restaurant bathroom. the smell of orange peels, vanilla and sex linger in the air. the sound of skin slapping skin echoing loud enough that anyone who passes by can easily hear.

you think that's nanami's intention.

his eyes fall to your neck where you wear your signature gold necklace with the letter "K" resting just above your cleavage. he watches as the pendant bounces along with the rhythm of his thrust, his other hand gripping the hem of your micro mini pink dress which he keeps to your waist.

he never lets you take it off.

"ken-" you beg out of desperation, but he silences you with a kiss.

the feel of him inside you, fucking you raw and fueled by only whiskey and need has you intoxicated for a whole other set of reasons.

he pulls away, a string of saliva connecting his lips to yours. the kiss is so messy, and unkempt. the complete opposite of the man you've gotten to know over the last year.

""that's not what you call me," he murmurs, the depth of his voice far greater than the earth's core.

you whine as he thrusts harder, making his demands with his movements instead. you don't know what got him so riled up, but you figured it might have been his boss hitting on you the entire night. you just didn't expect nanami to react this way. to drag you into the restaurant bathroom and start fucking you to make his point quite clear on who came with tonight.

"shit-shit," you stutter, before moaning out,"uh, daddy~"

"and don't you forget it," he adds on, a smug grin highlights his handsome face, his digits digging into the fat of your hip. "gotta remind of you that when you walk out of here stuffed with my cum..."

your own hands grip against the sink, one leg hooked around his waist while the other struggles to keep you standing. he looks at the creamy ring surrounding his cock, and continues fucking you so good that you start seeing stars against the ceiling. he has to cover your mouth when you climax, your voice so loud it makes the bulbs ring.

there's a flutter in your belly when you feel him release, his cum dripping down your thighs when he finally pulls out.

send me a kink & I'll share a secret with you

[wriothesleysgf]

some short rambles about the morning after with nanami.

while you'd likely wake up to an empty bed, you'd be met with the faint smell of freshly pressed coffee.

he would try to be sly and make it so that your own clothes were a little harder to find when you woke up. this made it more likely that you would pull on his button up from last night, the one still covered in the scent of his expensive cologne and the one that he'd skillfully placed to be the first thing you pick up to wear, before making your way downstairs.

there stood your nanami, dark sweat pants hanging from his hips and a toned back littered with a couple of marks from the night prior, as well as the deeper battle scars from his years as a sorcerer. he'd offer you breakfast, knowing he's an above average cook, although the second that he turned to see you wearing nothing but his shirt, the menu in his mind shifted entirely.

so, whilst your morning may not have been one of pancakes nor omelettes, you left the kitchen beyond satisfied with the chef's work and with wobbly legs at that.

(let's hope he doesn't pay you a visit when you decide to take a morning shower!)

[kentosmoon]

Husband Nanami headcanon Pt. 2

NSFW 18+ [minors DNI]

Nanami x fem!reader

tags: creampie, unprotected sex, dom Nanami, Nanami is 33, wrote this at 3am so if there are mistakes I’ll fix it later 🫠

Songs I listened to while writing this: Lucky Daye - Careful

Chris Grey - Prada & Versace

Husband Nanami pounding you in your room while your parents are downstairs.

"Kento let's do this quickly before dinner is ready. You know how my parents are...especially my mom.” You bit your lip and turned around to lock the door. He steps behind you, and you hear the rustle of fabric as he undoes his trousers. Nanami's calloused hands grip your waist, pulling you back and tilting your hips up to grant him the perfect angle. You feel the blunt head of his cock tease your slick entrance, running up and down your slit, coating himself in your wetness. The teasing elicits a needy soft whine from your lips, but you know better than to rush him. He's in control, and each drawn-out second is a reminder of his dominance. "Such a desperate little thing," he murmurs with a tinge of amusement in his voice. With a skilled touch, he parts your folds, finding your clit with an expertise that has you gasping. He circles it once, twice — a gentle warning before applying the perfect amount of pressure that has you arching into his touch, a broken moan spilling from your lips. Wrapping your legs around his waist, Nanami lifts you moving towards the bed, gently laying you down. His knees sink into the mattress. He positions himself between your spread legs, his large, veiny hands running up your thighs, pushing them apart further, exposing your wetness to his hungry gaze. "You're going to be good for me now, aren't you?" he murmurs, his voice a caress against your skin as he leans down to press a kiss to your inner thigh. Nanami's hazel eyes bore into yours warmly. He positions himself at your entrance, his tip teasing your sensitive folds, drawing out the moment, making you squirm with need. "Hurry Kento...please...need you to fill up my needy cunt."

Nanami groans at your words, and without another moment's hesitation, he grips your thighs and thrusts into you in one smooth, deep motion, filling you completely. Your breath catches in your throat at the sudden fullness, his powerful body driving into yours with a relentless rhythm, each thrust designed to remind you who you belong to. His thick cock hits all the right spots, and you can feel another climax building within you, fast and hard. Nanami leans forward, bracing himself with one hand beside your head, his other hand finding its way to your clit, circling it with deliberate precision. His hazel eyes lock onto yours, holding your gaze captive as he fucks you, his movements becoming more erratic as he chases his own release. "You’re so tight baby, taking me so well." his voice strained with the effort to maintain control. Your moans were getting a bit...too loud. Suddenly your mom was knocking on the door. Nanami leans against your ear. "Sounds like we got company...be a good girl and keep that pretty mouth shut for me."

"Dinner is ready you guys. Is everything ok?"

"We're fine. We'll be down in a minute...I promise we won't be long." As your pussy grips his cock, Nanami grits his teeth, almost teetering out of control. He pushes your head into the pillow, muffling your moans. “Keep quiet hun. Don’t want to let mommy know their daughter’s a dirty slut hm?” Your ears turn hot as he coos into them. It pushes you over the edge, and you cum hard, your body convulsing, your cries muffled by his strong hand. This triggers Nanami's own release, and with a series of deep, shuddering thrusts and groans, he fills you, his hot cum coating your insides white. He continues to move gently, riding out the waves of pleasure, before finally stilling. Nanami's hand remains on your mouth for a lingering moment before he slowly removes it, looking down at you with eyes softening with affection. "Are you alright darling?" he asks, his voice gentle. You nodded in response. "I'm fine Kento." Nanami leans in slowly to anticipate the press of his lips. His kiss is gentle and loving, deepening at a natural, unhurried pace. He breaks the kiss pulling back just enough to gaze into your eyes. With a gentle but deliberate motion, he eases himself out of you, his cum slowly leaking out of your pussy. Grabbing his handkerchief on the bedside table, he started to quickly clean you up.

"Dinner is probably cold. Oh, they are so going to kill us Kento." Nanami hugged you, rubbing circles onto your back and smirked against your skin.

"Let them."

[piichuu]

♡ REASSURING KISSES - NANAMI KENTO

WARNINGS: insecurities, fluff, gn!reader

WORD COUNT: 437

the minutes spent in front of the mirror have increased the past few weeks. you don’t know why your own face and body have suddenly become such a hatred of yours, but as soon as those feelings arrived, they were there to stay.

nanami kento, your boyfriend in other words, loves every single part of you, not only your body and face but also your being as a whole. he loves your laugh, your kindness, your humor and so much more that he would never be able to describe in literal words.

“you look wonderful, darling,” he speaks while wandering into your shared bedroom. his hair is a bit of a mess this early in the morning while he’s wearing a pair of grey sweatpants with a warm sweater due to the cold weather. his arms wrap around your waist and he places a kiss to your cheek. “i might have to get rid of all the mirrors if you’re gonna keep looking at yourself in such a way.”

he looks into your eyes through the mirror and smiles softly. “you’re the prettiest person to walk this earth, you should never have to feel insecure about a single part of yourself,” nanami rubs your waist gently as he continues to press a few kisses to different parts of your face.

you sigh and lean into him, putting your hand over his and intertwining your fingers together. “that’s easy for you to say when you literally don’t have any faults on any part of your body-“ “hey, stop that. no one is perfect, you know. everyone feels insecure every once in a while, even me. but i wish you wouldn’t have to feel that way, even if you have scars and marks you may not like.”

his lips meet your collarbone and he pulls you closer against his chest. “in my eyes, you have nothing to be insecure about. you should stop looking at yourself so much and just live your life, not caring about if your hair is a mess or if you don’t think specific clothes look good on you. you’ll never get to be happy if you keep thinking like that.”

you turn to be face to face with him and he cups your face with a small smile on his lips. “thank you, kento…” you mumble while melting into his warm touch. those insecurities of yours will most definitely not disappear in just a day, but knowing that your boyfriend is there to help makes it all much easier. “of course, darling. i love you more than anyone and anything else in the world.”

[sleepyxxhead]

thinking about boyfriend!nanami who would cut fresh fruit for you while you're studying/working.

your eyes burned from the light of the computer screen that you had been staring at for god knows how many hours at this point. your fingers tapped away at the small keys on the keyboard, too fast for you to process what you were typing. every once in a while you'd quickly scribble something down on your notepad that you knew would be too messy to read later.

you could hear nothing but the tap tap tap's of your keyboard when the sound of a small knock at your door filled your ears. "y/n darling?" your boyfriend muttered, almost too soft to hear over the quier creak of the door opening.

"hm?" you hummed, finger barely slowing down as you kept your eyes trained on the screen.

you heard your boyfriend pad over to your desk, right behind your chair. he placed a small plate of fruit next to your keyboard as his hand found your scalp, massaging it with slender fingers. he worked his hands down to your neck, slowly releasing the knots that had been building up even since you sat down many hours ago.

he leaned down to place a gentle kiss to the crown of your head. "how's it going?" the blonde murmured into your scalp.

fighting the urge to turn your head away from the computer, you replied with a small sigh, body automatically leaning into his touch.

"wanna take a break with me in a bit?" he whispered before pressing another kiss to your head.

"kentooo don't do this to me," you groaned, hiding your head in your hands. "you know i have to get this finished."

"come on, sweetheart. you need to take a break," your boyfriend said a bit more stern this time. "10 more minutes."

finally peeling your eyes away from the computer screen, you let out a small sigh. you turned your head to meet eyes with nanami, a small pout on your face. his eyes softened once they met your gaze. he let a small breath through his nose as he rubbed your cheek fondly with his thumb.

for a split second, you reminded yourself that your work wouldn't get done on its own, but your mind slowly succumbed to the gentle touch of your boyfriend.

at last, you surrendered with another small sigh, your voice barely above a whisper when you told him, "..ok."

something small to feed you guys while i work on flufftober week 4! yes i'm aware it's been two months and yes i'm so very sorry fjdksa;fds

have a nice day cutie <33

[sonarspace]

LIGHTS, CAMERA, ACTION!

content: actor au. actor!nanami x actor!reader. movie scenes are indented. slight nsfw action. (not proofread) wc: 2.7k

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Being a new actor in the industry can be challenging, especially when your co-star is well-known—a little too famous for your liking. Kento Nanami, an award-winning actor loved by his co-workers with a continuously growing fandom. You find it a little intimidating working with him, as he's been in the industry a lot longer than you have.

You weren't exactly unfamiliar with the world of cinema. Still, you were surprised to see how much work goes on behind the scenes and the effects of actors' consistency on the quality of scenes. You kind of underestimated the hard work and persistence it takes to memorize your lines and separate the character from yourself. But a good actor can always find something similar to the character they're playing, right?

You were surprised when you got a call from the casting directors after your audition—after all, you just wanted to try something new. What surprised you the most was being asked to play Kento Nanami's love interest. That was not the role you auditioned for, but they insist that you would be a good match for him onscreen, so you say yes. 

It's been three months on set—three months of playing Nanami's love interest, three months of longing for Nanami just as your character longs for him, three months of shy touches shared between you two—trying not to cross that line, and three months of him trying to comfort you through every intense scene. 

A knock sounds through the door, and one of the crew members' voices follows, "Rolling in five minutes." With a deep breath, you adjust the sleeves of your nightgown and make your way onto the set.

Nanami follows in attire that matches the Regency era: a ruffled dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up halfway. His waist is accentuated by the high-waisted pants. His hair was done in a way that looked messily put together, like he had been running his hand through his blonde locks. Before you can stop the thought, it manifests itself in your brain. The idea of running your hand through his hair. Soft and blonde. 

You're nervous as the director asks you to take your position. Before you do, though, Nanami steps in close to you. "If it gets too much at any point, just tap twice," he whispers. He always makes sure to make you feel comfortable filming intimate scenes—whether just holding his hand or making out on screen.

"And action!" the director's voice resounds throughout the set. 

"Cassian," you call out his name softly. He's standing by the window, hands on his hips. He sighs as he turns around. "Marcella," he replies stoically, his gaze unwavering. You move closer to where he's standing. You feel his hand inch closer to yours, wanting to touch you but holding himself back.  "Why are you here," his voice is deep and loud. "you're leaving tomorrow," you state. "I just wanted to wish you a safe trip," you pause, and then you continue, "I wish we met earlier," you smile sadly. He could've given you the life you've always wanted. A life full of simple pleasures — a simple love. He leans in closer. "Run away with me." Tears well your eyes, “I can't," your breath hitches, "I can't do that to him." "You can," he says, frustrated. Go away with me. I can protect you from him." He pleads, but you shake your head. A tear escapes the corner of your eye, and his finger comes up quickly to wipe it away. You hold his palm in place, letting yourself feel his comforting touch once more.

His touch was soft and delicate. The callouses on his palm were rough but he still held you with a softness of a lover. Your heart was beating fast, anxious for what was coming next. 

His lips were so close to yours. You could feel his breath on your lips. Your eyes flutter close as you feel him take in your upper lip in between his. His lips are feather-light atop yours. He pulls back to take in your expression – did you want this the same way he did? Your breathing grows erratic, and your eyes dart between his dilated irises and soft lips. He takes it as a yes when you lean in and your noses rub against each other, a gasp slips past your lips in anticipation – silently asking for more. He grabs your face with a need – a desperation. Trying to convince you to run away with him, the only way he could. The ruffles of his shirt are clutched between your fingers as he kisses you fully. Your lips so plush and smooth, he has a hard time holding himself back. He deepens the kiss and slides his tongue over your lip. A low hum elicits from his throat when you part your lips to let him in.

An involuntary action like your mind wasn't in control of your body. He plays along and slides his tongue over yours. You could taste the mint after the taste of gum. Suddenly, you're overtly aware of the number of people surrounding you. You try to concentrate on the way his tongue moves in tandem with yours, but you fail. Lost in the feeling of your tongue against his—alas, he barely registers the taps on his chest. He pulls back almost immediately.

"Cut! What happened?!" the director yells. You're about to apologize for the interruption, but Nanami cuts you off. "My bad, Milo. A fly was buzzing in my ear." You mouth back a silent thank you to him, and he just nods curtly.

"That was a good shot. Let's pick it up from the kiss," Milo tells you both. He looks at you and notices your eyebrows creased in discomfort. He turns back to the director and asks if you could take a break. Unwillingly, Milo yells, "Let's take ten," to the rest of the crew. 

You leave the room and sit on the ground, trying to calm yourself. "Here," Nanami hands you a bottle of water. You meek out a thank you, and he invites himself to sit next to you. "Are you okay?" he asks. "Yeah, sorry. I'm just not used to all that," you tell him. 

"Not used to kissing?" he queries. Your cheeks feel warm as he compliments, "You're a good kisser; you have nothing to worry about." You chuckle shyly, "Not that. I meant being intimate in front of so many people." 

"Oh, that. I understand that but just try and concentrate on me, okay? It's just this one scene, and then we can leave." he tries to comfort you. Little does he know his mere presence was enough to get you overwhelmed. The fact that you were kissing him in front of so many people got you overstimulated.

You redo the kissing scene but struggle to give your all into the scene the director wanted. You feel too stiff. "Cut! Redo!" The director calls out, and you sigh, lowering your head in slight embarrassment. Nanami walks over to Milo before you can take your position. You're not sure what he says, but you see them whispering, and Milo pats his back in understanding. 

"Everyone but the camera and lighting out!" Milo orders, and they all file out quickly. "Let's try again," Nanami tells you, a comforting smile on his lips. His hands cup your cheeks once more, pulling you in closer. His lips meet yours, and an unusual sensation builds in your stomach. 

His right hand moves to your neck, and his thumbs rub over your pulse, trying to comfort you.

He pulls you closer by your waist, your chest flush against his. His hands are firm on your waist and neck as he walks you back to the windowsill. He pushes you up on the ledge of the windowsill, and your legs wrap around him. He bunches up your nightgown and goes down on his knees, kissing up your legs. "Cassian," you whimper.

Your thighs tense as he plants feather-light kisses. The feel of your soft, ample thighs under his lips is something he didn't know he needed to feel until now. A carnal need is evident in both of you as you lock eyes with each other. His gaze pleads for something more, and you give him a short nod in understanding, urging him to go on.

He keeps his eyes on you, his gaze intense as he pokes his tongue out to lick and suck on the tender flesh of your thighs. You grow wetter when his mouth comes close to your clothed pussy. He licks a stripe from where he thinks your opening might be up to your clit. He groans as his eyes shut close in pleasure for the camera. You feel the noise deep in you. A sound gets stuck in your throat as your head lulls back, hitting the window, and your hand tangles in his hair - your grip on his hair tightening. 

"Cut!" And everybody walks back in, unaware of what just went down between you two. Nanami pulls away. He's never done that before and never had the urge to. He's unsure what it is about you, but you drive him insane. Every time he was in your presence, his breathing changed, his heart beat a bit faster. Perhaps it was the way you looked at him with so much conviction. 

Everybody holds their breath when you stumble in his arms as you get off the windowsill. The tension between you two is palpable. The director's voice brings you both out of the trance: "Good work, everybody. I'll be back on Wednesday, so have a good long weekend. But you two." 

The director gestures towards you and Nanami, motioning you both to come close. "Your chemistry is good, but I need it to be great. I want you both to get more comfortable with each other. Rehearse your lines together. Practice the scenes. Let's wrap the movie this month, alright?" 

Nanami shoots you a glance, "Alright, Milo. See you on Wednesday." You make your way back to your vanities. Nanami follows behind, and your heart picks up a beat. His phone rings, and he answers, "Hi, sweetie." You feel a pang of disappointment as he walks past you quickly into the room beside yours. Was he... Your heart drops at the thought.

You do a quick Google search 'for Kento Nanami dating.' Nothing but old articles about his only public relationship come up. They were long broken up now. So who was he talking to? Why did he do that with you? However, you can't stop wondering what else Nanami would have done if the director didn't yell cut. What else would he do if it was just the two of you? A knock brings you out of your thoughts. "Come in."

"Hi," Nanami walks in with his wet hair pushed back. He's changed into black pants and a grey hoodie, making him look more attractive. He looks kind of cute, you think to yourself. "What're you smilin' about?" he asks, noticing your smile. "What?" caught, you quickly wipe the smile off your face. "I asked, what're you smiling about?" he repeats himself. "Uh, nothing. I thought you left. Do you need something?" you ask, trying to sound casual.

"Can I take you to dinner?" The question catches you off guard. "What?" your eyebrows raise. "Can I take you to dinner?" he repeats, his voice a little louder this time. "I heard you fine. I'm not deaf," you snap. Annoyance takes over as you remember the little stunt he pulled earlier. Why did he do that if he had a girlfriend?

"Okay, so will you go to dinner with me?" he tries again. "No, I'm busy," you say, pushing past him to leave. 

He follows. "What about tomorrow?" 

"Still busy." You retort. 

"The day after?" 

"Busy."

"But we have to practice..."

"Well, Milo's not here to see us, is he? And you're the one who agreed, not me." You side-eye him as he stops.

"Did I do something?" he asks hesitantly. You stop walking as well and turn around. "Did you not want me to..." he trails off, unsure how to address that little incident between you two. He thought you both felt it—the attraction, the need to keep holding each other, the need to keep kissing, and the need to keep his face buried between your thighs. It wasn't something he'd felt before.

You let out a deep sigh and ask him blatantly, "Do you have a girlfriend?" 

Nanami's face scrunches up in confusion, "How is that related..."

"Yes or no, Nanami!" 

"No! And call me Kento!" he replies, visibly annoyed. It was rare for him to lose his temper like this. He couldn't understand why you were suddenly asking him all these questions. He thought he'd made it clear he was into you with the way you both interacted with each other.

"Are you seeing someone, then?" you ask further. You didn't want to get caught up in a scandal so fresh in your career. "No, I'm single," he confirms. "I wouldn't have... I wouldn't have done that if I was in a relationship." His face picks up a flush.

"Okay..." you respond, a feeling of relief coursing through you.

"Okay," he repeats, rolling his shoulders. The sun has long set as you both reach the parking lot. You pull out your phone to check how far your Uber ride was. The '40 minutes' flashing on your screen has you frowning and twisting your rings in discomfort. But Nanami notices, as he always does. "Come on, I'll drop you off," he offers. 

You shake your head. "No, it's alright. I'll wait in there," you point toward a dimly lit diner. "I don't want you to go out of your way," you give him a tight-lipped smile.

"I don't mind," he insists, walking away. He opens the car door for you, and cocks his head for you to get in. You take a deep breath and get in. "Relax, I'm not going to eat you." He chuckles lightheartedly, trying to get you to loosen up. 

"Here, put in your address," he hands you his phone. "Huh, you live close," he murmurs in quiet wonder once he sees your location. "Where do you live?" you ask curiously. "Across your building," he glances, a small smile on his lips, and you find yourself doing the same. "It's weird how we've never crossed paths with each other," he adds.

"It's not too weird, actually. I moved in two weeks ago. I haven't really had the time to explore the area. I've barely unpacked." You chuckle awkwardly. 

"I'd love to take you around sometime if you're up for it," he glances at you briefly. "Sure, thank you," you whisper quietly. 

He parks in front of your building. Quickly unbuckling his seatbelt, he runs over to open your door before you can. A small smile on his lips. You return his smile, and he walks you inside to the lobby. 

You stand there awkwardly, wondering if you should invite him over or not. The elevator dings, and you expect him to follow you in, but he doesn't. He stands outside and gives you a nod as the doors close, separating you two. You squeak a "Goodnight!" before the elevator takes you to your floor. 

He walks back to his car, feeling a little defeated. His phone buzzes in his pocket, and he sees your name across his screen. The end of his lips tug into a small victorious grin as he reads your message.

⁞ You to Nanami: Sorry about my little tantrum. Thank you for the ride. Let's have lunch tomorrow?

Your heart races with anticipation as you press 'send' on the message. What if he doesn't want to do anything with you? What if you mistook his kindness for something more? All your doubts are erased as he replies back almost immediately.

↳ ⁞ Nanami to you: No worries. It was my pleasure.

⁞ Nanami to you: I thought you were busy tomorrow? 🤔.

↳ ⁞ You to Nanami: Well...

⁞ Nanami to You: I'll pick you up at 1?

↳ ⁞ You to Nanami: Alright :)

A giggle slips past your lips as you put your phone down and contemplate your reflection in the mirror. Your face is flushed, and your cheeks ache from smiling for so long. It's been a while since you've felt this way; it was almost unfamiliar. Meanwhile, Nanami feels a similar feeling in his chest as he crosses the street to his apartment complex, excited to see what tomorrow holds.

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[kentosbabes]

Nanami is the type to:

Like getting his back scratched, loves getting your nails done just so he can feel them on his back that night.

Be gentle with his aftercare despite being so rough at the beginning, very sarcastically apologetic about your limp legs and sore neck.

Makes you beg for it.

Puts his hand over you mouth to make you quiet if y’all are in a public space. In a car, in a dressing room, at a bar bathroom. He doesn’t care, when he wants you, he wants you.

PRAISE YOU.

He would definitely talk you through it, guiding you to you climax. “Just like that, I’m gonna start moving, ok darling?”

Grips your thighs so hard they have bruises at the end while he eats you out.

Boob man. Idc. Grabbing them, playing with them, even if you guys are just cuddling whilst watching a movie- he definitely uses them as stress balls.

Be very vocal with his appreciation of you. Loves seeing you blush because of his words.

Have a breeding kink. Send tweet.

Make your stomach have butterflies with his hand placement. On your waist, inner through while sitting, your lower back. Best believe he knows he’s making you flustered, he doesn’t care.

Love the doggy position bc he can look at your face when you cum, watching your eyes roll back and seeing your face start to go red, kissing your plush lips that are bitten and a little metallic tasting.

Gives you amazing massages, I mean large hands CMON. But most of all, he loves hearing you try to cover your whimpers and moans.

Masterlist

[ramonathinks]

(repost)

Knight/ bodyguard Nanami who’s sole job is to protect you but it’s getting harder and harder when you keep inviting him in your bedroom to protect you… you tell him not to look away when you’re getting dressed bc anyone can attack you at any moment so he’s forced to watch you in all your naked flesh.

You always spread yourself, asking him if he can check to make sure everything okay. He’s flustered but you’re really worried this time. He sees just how wet you are and he can barely control himself. He spreads you a bit wider and when you beg him to help you clean it, he’s tonguing you down, a strong hand against your mouth.

Knight Nanami who's ashamed of himself afterwards.

But he's never seen you happier. And that's what he wants to protect: your smile, your happiness.

He's almost tempted to do it again. He misses the taste.

He's taking a bath with you come inside. Startled, “Princess what are you-"

You enter the bath with him, it's everything he's seen before but now you can truly see how much he wants you. His cock hard and showing over the water. “How were you planning on protecting me if we don't bathe together.” you tell him. "Oh my... you can't protect me like this.." your hands are so dainty, so soft and the way that you're touching him has him ready to cum.

"Princess please."

He's putty in your hands and you try to put him in your mouth but he finally comes to his senses and moves you. You're wearing the cutest pout he ever seen but he just mutters how inappropriate you're being, how it's no way for a princess to act.

[pseudowho]

Hide and Seek

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Playing hide and seek with Nanami Kento.

Before you start searching for him, he pins you down onto the bed, slipping his hand into your underwear to leave a little gift inside; "to help you find me", he insists, not touching you, leaving you desperate and aching for him. When Kento has hidden, and you begin searching, you realise what his agenda was when the vibrator he is controlling increases and decreases in intensity the closer to and further away you get from him. Kento is an expert at hiding anyway, an impressive feat given his huge frame, but having to stop to lean against the wall, your pussy wet and throbbing, the vibrator pulsing frantically against your clit...makes searching nearly impossible.

At one point you've nearly given up, bent double, chest heaving as you feel your orgasm approach, mouth gaped and dripping pussy clenching around nothing...and the vibrator stops. You nearly scream with frustration, and you hear a deep chuckle from somewhere in the shadows; "I'm not letting you give up that easily. I'll let you cum every way you like when you find me- on my cock, around my mouth, my hands..."

When you do find Kento, arms round his waist as he attempts to dart between hiding places, you push him onto his back on the bed, hands nimbly freeing his cock, full and heavy against his abs as he watches you, bewitched and groaning as you slip your underwear to the side to sink down onto his cock, taking your reward. He gives, gladly, controlling the vibrator as he holds your hips, thrusting up into you as your tits bounce and you beg him to let you cum. He gives you what you need, drinking you in as your pussy flutters around him, euphoric in your release, and Kento follows shortly after, eyes fluttering closed as he shoots load after load of his seed into your eager belly.

When Kento searches for you, your heart beats at full capacity, chest heavy with dread and arousal as he hunts you like an animal. He doesn't tease you, and so you don't make it easy for him, relishing his growls of frustration as he comes up short-handed time and time again.

He whispers in the dark, trying to tempt you to him like a stray cat, and you clap your hand over your mouth as he passes you, just centimetres away. You see him grasp his length through his trousers, a small wet patch of precum leaking through, knuckles rapping against his own thigh as he tries to maintain control.

When he finds you, you're bodily gripped by the throat and pussy with little warning, your hair grasped at the roots in his huge hand as he blindfolds you with his tie, forcing you to his knees in front of him. Your mouth, already agape, accepts his cock with a gasp, and he lets you lick the salty precum off with a groan before fucking your face with total abandon, offering you only seconds here and there to catch your breath. He watches you, your tears staining his tie and your mouth and cheeks dripping with saliva and his own arousal; "got a bit too cocky there, hmm? You knew exactly what I'd do to you once I found you. Swallow it. All of it." You gag as you feel his cum spurt against your throat, his toes curling and head thrown back as he feels your throat convulse around him, whispering sweet praise to you, releasing your hair, removing his tie and helping you clean your face.

You can't help but laugh when Kento suggests something different for the next game night-- Twister.

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[pupkashi]

nanami is the kind of bf to hold every door open for you ever :/ like u will not touch a door handle if he’s around you

like even before the two of you started dating he would hold the door open, giving you a small smile and saying ‘no problem’ when you thank him.

he’s locking the car doors when he steps out for the sole purpose of being able to open the passenger door for you.

“you shouldn’t have to worry about things like that, not when I’m around” he’s say, looping your arm in his.

nanami kento most gentleman man ever <3 !

[comicalgrievance]

h*rny thoughts abt nanami and that goddamn tie

ft. fem!reader, nanami kento

pls do not interact if you're a minor xx

content: bondage (getting tied up with his TIE), p in v sex, using underwear as a gag, mentions of shibari, edging (implied)

this is COMMON knowledge, but nanami kento is a BONDAGE man... that man loves to restrain and tie you up ENDLESSLY... especially with his tie???? UGH daddy energy for DAYS

"mmmm you just couldn't help but touch yourself while i was away on business... naughty naughty" and he just has you pinned on your stomach, taking his tie off and using it to tie your wrists together... this is a common way for him to punish you if you've acted up, just restraining you and having his way with you... touching and teasing, until you are absolutely BEGGING for more...

i'm sure there's been a time where you've decided to tease him at work, which normally ends with him locking his office door and taking you right then and there on his desk. "you decided to come drop off lunch at the office dressed like a slut? i'll fucking treat you like one" OH MY WORD... stuffing your underwear into your mouth as a gag to keep you quiet... "now now baby, don't need the whole office to hear how much of a slut you are for me" UGH

and dont get me wrong... its more than just the tie, this man has INVESTED in the nicest and best shibari rope for you (because the man knows how to take care of his partner) just so he can tie up pretty little patterns across your body.

[mira-miraaa]

✧ content: 18+mdni, fem!reader, suggestive language, oral (fem rec), light fluff

✧ note: haven't written anything in weeks but i had to make time aside for the loml

Neighbor!Nanami nods at you as a greeting each time you encounter one another down the corridor. The gesture is short and quick, so much so that if you don't pay attention you will miss it.

Neighbor!Nanami is always punctual. You didn't memorize his schedule - well, at least not on purpose. In your defense, you enjoy spending summer evenings out on your balcony. And that spot so happens to give you a view of the gardens leading toward the building. It's a coincidence, spotting him every day at six o'clock walking from his car toward the staircase.

Neighbor!Nanami steals a glance at your balcony as he walks up the steps. You are always there, basking in the golden hours with a book perched on your lap. He once thought of waving but decided it was an odd thing to do. Considering you and he had never engaged in a proper conversation, it would be weird - right?

Neighbor!Nanami spots you on a Saturday night at the local sports bar. You're three pool tables away, and the urge to talk to you is present. After this, he decides as he aligns the pool stick tip with his target. The white ball sends the yellow one rolling, but his attention is no longer in the ball's direction. He's too focused on the man that is talking to you.

Neighbor!Nanami instead of remaining silent asked about your weekend. It took you by surprise. You expected a polite acknowledgment, never a question. Yet, you replied as you walked side by side down the corridor. Talked more descending the steps. And across the lawn toward the parking lot, you confessed you also saw him at the bar.

Neighbor!Nanami after months of living next door finally waves at you while you sit on your balcony.

Neighbor!Nanami is generous enough to give you some batteries during a power outage. You hadn't planned to invite him, but seeing him at your doorstep, you couldn't help but welcome him inside. As the rain continued to pool outside, you and Nanami were too busy talking to notice the sun setting on the horizon.

Neighbor!Nanami now waits for you in the mornings. It is part of a new routine, where you encourage one another to get through the workday. When you're dreading a particular day, he squeezes your shoulder, reassuring you that in the end, everything will be fine. Even if at the moment everything feels doomed, you and he can enjoy a beer and shit-talk your boss afterward.

Neighbor!Nanami after a long two weeks away from home - away from you - can't help but knock at your door the morning after. It's nine a.m. and you might be asleep, but you're quick to open the door. Relief, excitement, delightfulness all wash over him as you wrap your arms around him. He hugs you back, burying his face at the curve of your neck, "missed you," he whispers.

Neighbor!Nanami shuts your door behind him as his lips interlock with yours. With his heart thumping inside his chest, one hand rest at the back of your head deepening the kiss. He's eager and desperate to have you as close as possible. He missed your presence. Missed how comfortable and secure you make him feel. Those fourteen days, felt slow and pointless. He didn't want to spend another moment without you.

Neighbor!Nanami's skin feels warm against yours. Wandering hands tug at his hair as his lips touch your body, leaving kisses of adoration. His tongue gliding against your folds sends a shiver down your spine, making you take a deep inhale. His teasing is playful, yet relaxed and seductive to make you crave more. One thing is certain, he takes his time to observe your reactions to every single one of his touches.

Neighbor!Nanami figured out you liked how he probed at your entrance with his tongue. He enjoyed how you moaned and arched your back, as his nose brushed against your clit. You were so wet for him, he already wanted to be inside you. He wanted to feel your walls as he pushed himself into you until he bottomed out. The veins brushing against your warmth would provide you and him that much-needed release. But first, he needed to taste you.

Neighbor!Nanami praises you throughout the time you and he are beneath your sheets. Tells you how good you feel, how you're going to be his good girl, and promises he will treat you right. "I'll do whatever you say.” His lips brushing against your inner thigh. "So tell me what you want." You repeat his name until he aligns himself with your entrance. His tip dipping in and out until you groan and he pushes into you. His hands guide your legs until they press against your body and you can feel every inch of him.

Neighbor!Nanami enjoys cuddling after sex. He no longer looks tired or dreads the day that follows, how can he when he has the perfect person next to him? He lies on his side, caressing your cheek and telling you he wants to stay next to you all day. He likes how you roll your eyes somewhat bashfully at his comment. "C'mere," he says, pressing you closer to him.

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