#so this is the aforementioned nanami thought <3

[kentopedia]

when nanami dies, there's a box of letters waiting for you.

months pass before you find it. it's not until you're cleaning out his things, wondering if you can stand to get rid of them, that the letters are there waiting for you.

its no bigger than a shoebox, dark wood engraved with an intricate design, one that you're certain kento picked out specifically for you. you've never seen it before, and you open it with shaky hands, tears already pooling in your eyes at all the memories your lover left behind.

inside, there's a stack of letters, each one dated at the top with kento's name intricately signed at the end. some are in sealed envelopes with beautiful stamps. some multiple pages long and include some little haikus that are far too lovely to be about someone like you. and some are just quick little notes scribbled on napkins.

your spread them across the floor, staring down at each of the tiny little hearts he'd drawn next to your name on each note. even though you'd been together for years, you had no idea that he'd been writing all of them—hours of his life dedicated to this little pastime, and you'd been clueless.

they're like journal entires. insights into kento's life and your relationship, both the good moments and the tough ones. he leaves behind everything to you, entrusting you to keep his entire existence safe in your hands.

you read the letters with tears streaming down your face, and you choke on your sobs, trying so hard not to smear the ink from the wetness on your cheeks.

when you pull one out with shaky hands, you realize it's a decade old. the writing has faded a bit, and the paper is yellowing, but it's kento's handwriting, nonetheless.

it makes you near sick to read it. for a minute, you have to set it aside, cry into your knees as you curl into a ball, wondering when you'll ever stop feeling this empty.

this letter is from a sixteen year old kento; a quiet boy who had a silly little crush on girl in his year that was much too pretty for him. and in the letter, he says he knows you're too good for him, but he can't help but love you. he can't help but hope that one day, in a few years, you'll want to marry him as much as he wants to marry you.

it hurts, burns in your chest because even back then, kento had known you were the one. he'd known and he wrote you these letters because he'd felt that his life would be cut short. he'd felt like that since haibara died, and geto left, and it started to seem like the life of a sorcerer was always doomed to be an unhappy one.

kento had been so afraid that his friend died without knowing how much he meant to him, and he refused to make the same mistake with you.

there are letters from even when you weren't together. from the years that you were eighteen, nineteen, twenty, and kento had been so desperate to leave jujutsu behind that it meant he had to leave you too. even then, even when you were nothing more than a shadow from his past, he adored you.

you feel so outside of yourself, nauseous and filled with so much grief that you're not sure where to put it.

sometimes, you’d doubted if kento felt as loved by you as you did by him. but there's pages and pages of him speaking of how special you make him feel, even when you were separated, and he missed you so much that the thoughts of you consumed him.

you spend hours going through the letters, and then, you see one dated halloween, 2018. even breathing feels hard, but you can't stop yourself from reading it, even though you know it will destroy you, know that you won't be able to leave the house for days after reading it.

in the letter, kento says he loves you. he talks about the day before, when you'd convinced him to watch some halloween movies, and though most of them were silly, he didn't care how he spent his time with you as long as it made you smile.

he says that he feels bad for cancelling your dinner plans, and he's going to be thinking of you when he's in shibuya. that it's such a shame that being a sorcerer is so much more fulfilling than a salaryman, because it cuts into your time together, and you’re the most important part of his life.

he says he loves you again. that he really hopes he makes it back from shibuya because even though he's never told you, he wants a family with you.

he says he’s decided he'll bring it up when he gets home safe and sound. he’s not sure how you’ll feel about it, but you better know that he’ll always love you no matter what you decide, even if what he really wants is a little girl that looks just like you. and lastly, he hopes that you don't stay up too late waiting up for him—you’ve been so tired lately, and it’s making him feel bad.

his name is at the bottom with another little heart.

you let the letter fall from your hands.

[shxtodxroki]

𝙾𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝙺𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘?

Summary: A gossip session with Utahime at your favorite café accidentally crumbles your calm, cool facade and reveals your crush to the man himself.

Flufftober Day 3 Prompt: “Wait, you love me?” “I always have.”

Warnings: Vague mentions of injuries, mentions of food

Pairing: Kento Nanami x Gender Neutral! Reader

Word Count: 2.1k

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“Oh my god, there you are!” You hear Utahime call out to you from a few tables away, causing you to jump slightly and lift your eyes from your phone to meet her gaze. “I thought you were late, I couldn’t see you anywhere. Next time, don’t pick such a secluded spot, makes it hard to find you.” She gently chides you as she sits down in the seat across from you, before flashing you a friendly smile as she finally settles in.

“Sorry, this is where I always sit when I come here by myself. Old habits die hard, I guess.” You mutter softly in response, offering you a soft smile of your own. “Did you already order yourself a drink?”

Your question draws Utahime’s eyes to the drink already sitting in front of you, barely touched as your hands remain idly wrapped around the cup. She quickly nods in response to your question, though a shared glance at the lengthy line tells you that it’ll be a while before her drink is finished and her name is called, giving the two of you a few minutes to settle in and begin catching up beforehand.

“So, how have you been?” She asks to kickstart the conversation, swiping your drink away to steal a quick sip before smiling sheepishly and placing it back down in front of you. 

“Eh, I’ve been alright. Been taking on more missions than usual, I’m trying to save up for the holidays so I haven’t done much outside of work lately.” You admit with a laugh, taking a sip of your drink before turning the question back on her. “How about you?”

“Things have been going well over in Kyoto! All of the students are doing great on their training exercises right now, and Miwa and Mechamaru have been spending more time together lately. I always catch them together during breaks, my bet’s on them getting together by the end of the month.” she grins, clearly thrilled to see her students so happy and performing so well. Utahime truly was a great teacher, it was clear how much she cared for and connected with each of her students and wanted them to succeed and that attitude of hers always seeped through into your conversations together.

However, after a moment she raises her eyebrow and shoots a mischievous grin your way, immediately clueing you into what she's about to ask before she even opens her mouth as you pre-emptively glare at her. “Speaking of romance, how are things between you and Nanami?” You can’t help but roll your eyes at your friend’s need to know all the gossip about your love life, though the sudden heat radiating off of your skin betrays you and makes your unspoken giddiness clear to your friend as she looks at you with a questioning gaze. The aforementioned man has been flooding your thoughts like a virus as of late, clinging to your mind and leaving you in a land of fantasy and romantic daydreams whenever you have a moment to yourself.

“....I mean, it’s not like anything special’s happened or anything.” You mumble, trying and failing to bite back a lovestruck grin. “He’s friendly whenever we see each other around or go on missions together, but he’s so polite all the time, so it’s hard to tell if he means anything by it or if I’m just being delusional and seeing signs that aren’t there.”

Utahime’s curiosity is not placated in the slightest by your words, a fact she makes starkly clear as she swipes another sip of your drink and shoots you a disbelieving glare. “Oh come on, that doesn’t tell me anything! Give me more details, what do you mean by ‘friendly’?” She pushes, though you can see that it’s all in good fun and that she would stop pressing the second you asked her to.

Fortunately for her, you obviously want to gossip about your crush no matter how hard you try to seem unbothered by the matter, so you take the bait with another poorly concealed grin as her prying only eggs on your fantasies. “Well…. I guess just small things, like how he always checks to see if I’m injured before worrying about his own injuries on missions, or how he always stands in front of me when we’re dealing with a curse, or how he always buys me a drink whenever we’re walking home together.” Utahime can practically see the hearts in your eyes as you talk, though you’re doing your best to stay grounded in reality. “I know he’s just an amazing guy, and he’d do those things for anyone, but that doesn’t stop my heart from going all haywire whenever I think about those moments.”

Of course, your friend is insistent that these are in fact signs that your crush returns your feelings, giggles falling from her mouth as she smiles mischievously at you. “Oh come on, Y/n! Okay, maybe him trying to keep you safe on missions could be passed off as him just being nice, I could see that. But you’re telling me he goes out of his way to get you a drink every time you walk home together, and you think that’s just him being friendly?!” She looks at you with wide eyes, clearly trying to get you to see what she thinks is right in front of you. 

“.....Sometimes he even buys a small treat for us to share, like a pastry or something.” You admit bashfully, feeling your face heat up once more. The gasp your friend lets out only makes you shrink into your seat a bit more, overwhelmed by your own feelings and vulnerability in this moment.

“He totally likes you, Y/n!” Utahime looks at you incredulously as she speaks, restraining her volume just enough to not be yelling across the store, though she’s still speaking much too loudly for such a sensitive subject matter. “You know how Nanami is, he’s genuinely a good guy. He’s not gonna be super obvious and flirt with you in a way that could possibly make you uncomfortable, these are clearly his way of hinting at his feelings.” She seems desperate to get you to finally do something about your crush, positively convinced that she’s correct.

“....I dunno. It’s not like the thought hasn’t crossed my mind before…. But I’m just not sure, and I’m afraid that if I get my hopes up and actually confront him about my feelings, I’ll just end up looking like an idiot and making things uncomfortable.” Your voice sounds dejected and somber, causing Utahime’s face to fall in concern and sympathy as she listens to your concerns. “We get assigned on missions together pretty frequently, and I don’t want to make him uncomfortable or put innocent people at risk if I can’t focus thanks to my hurt feelings. I try so hard to act calm and collected around him, and I don’t wanna mess that up and seem like an idiot or upset him.”

Your fears cause Utahime to pause for a moment, searching through her mind for a way to comfort and reassure you. Before she can find her train of thought and speak up, though, a barista utters three words that cause both of your blood to run icy cold. 

“Order for Kento?” Your heart stops. You’re sure of it, you’re sure you’re not breathing in this moment. Your eyes are frantically scanning around the small cafe, praying that it’s just a coincidence, just someone with the same name. You don’t make it far before your eyes land on a familiar head of blonde hair at the table just beside your own, and you can practically feel your soul leave your body as you immediately glance away to Utahime in shame and refuse to meet his gaze. There goes your collected, responsible facade, you doubt you'll ever recover from this sheer embarrassment.

She looks back at you with a pitiful, remorseful expression as the man in question walks up to the front to collect his order. Utahime’s name still hasn’t been called, prompting you to realize that he’s most likely been here since before she even arrived, and has subsequently heard everything the two of you have been saying about him.

Maybe it wasn’t too late to run, make a mad dash out of this little cafe and simply do your best to never cross paths with him again.

Before you could decide for certain, Kento returned with his drink and set it on his table, before turning his chair so that he was facing the two of you. “Y/n, Utahime, it’s nice to see you.” He nodded at the two of you, and you were barely able to muster up a tiny nod in return as you fidgeted with your fingers beneath your table.

“I apologize for eavesdropping, I promise it wasn’t my intention.” He begins the awkward conversation that you were hoping to avoid, and you finally bring your eyes up to meet his with an apologetic gaze. “When I arrived I saw you sitting here and was hoping to chat with you, Y/n, but you seemed very busy with something on your phone, so I figured I would wait and say hello when you were less busy. But then I heard my name, and I couldn’t help but listen in. My apologies.”

Of course Kento was being a complete gentleman about this. You shouldn’t have expected anything else. Still, no matter how kind or polite he was about it you knew the sting of his rejection would pain you more deeply than you'd like to admit, and you attempt to steel yourself emotionally in preparation for the hurt as you open your mouth to apologize to the man for gossiping so blatantly about him.

“I have to admit, though, that your friend is right. I’m a bit surprised that you haven’t caught on about my feelings yet.” He adds on, immediately lighting up Utahime’s face in a victorious grin as your jaw drops and you stare at him wide-eyed. Even with the background noise of the cafe patrons, you feel as if you could hear a pin drop in this moment with the tension bleeding through each one of your pores at his sudden confession.

“....Huh?” You ask, oh-so-eloquently making your way into the conversation once you collect yourself enough to speak. “Wait.... you like me?” You can’t seem to finish your sentence, still too afraid to seem foolish if you’re somehow misinterpreting his words. 

“Yes, I always have.” Though he remains as composed as ever, if you look closely you can spot the small grin gracing Kento’s lips as he tries his best to fight it back. “I wasn’t sure if you reciprocated, so I tried to make my feelings clear while also giving you an out if you felt uncomfortable. You’ve always acted so put-together and calm whenever we’re together, so it was difficult to read your emotions and I didn’t want to be too overt with my advances. It seems like I wasn’t obvious enough, though, so I’ll make myself clear now.”

Your head is spinning, you feel dizzy as your feelings suddenly overwhelm you. You can feel them swirling around in your stomach, hot air inflating you like a balloon as you do your best to focus on what he’s saying. “Now that I know you feel the same, I’d like to ask if you’d be willing to go on a date with me?” His questioning gaze is only for show, as you both know what you’ll say, but it calms your nerves a bit that he still has the courtesy to ask so politely.

 Utahime violently shakes her head ‘yes’ from the corner of your eye, giving you the courage you need to speak up despite your pounding heart and the sudden dryness in your throat. “I’d really like that, Kento.” You agree without a second thought, as the tension bleeds from the air completely and both of you smile softly at one another. “You’re welcome to join us now too, if you’d like.” You offer, glancing at your friend to ensure she’s okay with this as well before pulling out the seat beside you.

Kento smirks at your offer before nodding gratefully, standing up and setting his drink down on your table before taking the seat you had offered. “I’d love to, thank you for the offer.” His arm hovers near your waist, silently waiting for your consent, and once he sees you nod giddily he wraps it carefully around you, scooting a bit closer to you as the three of you begin conversing altogether. And despite his typical straight-laced, put-together attitude, he even manages to send a few subtle winks your way, meant for your eyes only, as the three of you catch up, and you instantly know that this man is going to be your forever and always as you relax into his side and enjoy your drink.

Request - Anonymous said: Could you do nanami x reader who is calm but get caught simping on him for flufftober please😍

A/N: Aaaaa this was so much, sometimes you’ve just gotta be a little silly and delusional and gossip about your crush :> It really is healing for the soul imo and I do NOT think it should stop once you become an adult, and I think this was perfectly fluffy and cute for this Flufftober! If you can’t tell, I’m having a lot of fun with this entire event so far lol, and I look forward to seeing your guys’ reactions to each of these as I post them! I hope you’re enjoying Flufftober as much as I am so far, and my requests are open rn so please feel free to send any requests you have over to my inbox! :D

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[rithmeres]

yes, the plans that i could not share with you (because the haters would sabotage me) were that i was taking on LACC in my vash getup :)

i have so few pictures of myself but i got so many compliments (especially on my arm) and plenty of other people took pictures of me. and normally i don't like attention but i will be honest with u. under these circumstances i loved it. my arm held up really well through 8 hours on the convention floor and i have never been prouder of anything i've made. it's articulated incredibly well, no part of it gave out or required repair, it's never uncomfortable or a nuisance to wear, and i have enough range of motion to do relatively complex things like tying my shoes.

originally i was not planning to try to meet anyone famous because 1) it's expensive and 2) the lines are long and 3) i feel weird and annoying approaching literally anyone for any reason BUT. the spot where i met up with my sister just happened to be right next to johnny yong bosch's table. right when he started signing things. so i said LOL ok i'll do it.

it was super chill, i asked him how it felt to get the call that they wanted him to come back 20 years later for a trigun reboot and he said it almost didn't happen -- that since they recast everyone else for stampede they considered recasting vash as well (and i said WOW i'm so glad they didn't) and he said he really enjoyed getting to come back and explore a darker take (i forget if what he said was a darker take on vash's character, or just a darker trigun in general) but it was briefly surprising 2 me that he considered stampede to be a darker version but i get it, especially when u consider that there is not a lot of comedy in those 12 episodes to balance out the grief.

ANYWAY he was impressed with my arm and i asked him if he would sign my coat :) so he signed the lining but he was also like u know what, i'm gonna give you a second autograph just because. so he signed a print for me as well (free of charge!!) and the print with the blue signature matches my famous paintings that i always film in front of (that's providence baybee)

other stuff from the con under the cut

cosplay notes:

i saw 3 other vash cosplayers (a 98 vash, a stampede vash, and a purple coat vash) and no shade but i definitely had the best arm build. peace and love to all of them though

i saw 1 1/2 wolfwoods. 1 was the aforementioned mullet wolfwood from yesterday's post (ww if you’re out there ww) and the 1/2 was the 98 vash cosplayer’s gf in some kind of goth-ish dress and she was carrying a punisher

mullet wolfwood if you're out there i regret not getting a picture with you so much. i am deeply ashamed and i have no excuse because i ran into you twice and both times i was too embarrassed to ask for a picture. i just want you to know that your punisher was swag and your earrings were yolo and we would look very good together

i expected to see a lot more trigun tbh. los angeles where u at. 4 vashies at a convention of 120,000+ people is nothing. one guy even walked up to me like wow i love ur vash, i haven't seen a lot of trigun at this con and i was like I KNOW i thought i'd see a lot more

theeeee costume of all time award goes to the cad bane cosplayer i saw on the balcony. spare hand in marriage dude (gn) you looked so good

second place for costume of all time goes to the other mother cosplayer who had button eyes and these crazy finger appendages and never once broke character even while waiting in lines

i took 100 points of psychic damage from this one guy who (and im not kidding) was at least 6’4’’ and wearing platform boots and was dressed as the mfing onceler. with the stupid top hat he was fr 7+ feet tall (i saw him duck to get through a doorway).

someone was there as the brawny paper towel guy?? just walking around in a beard and flannel carrying a pack of paper towel rolls?? go off king

i saw 5 nightwing cosplayers but only 2 were biblically accurate (had ass)

the nanami sweep at this convention was so real u all SHOWED UP. and everybody ate. i saw at least 12 nanamis and not one of them was a flop.

i have never seen so many spider-mans in my life

other things:

fig. 1: this extremely hot captain america on a very large poster was about 2 make me act unwise. hi gorjus................................. nice eyebrows

fig 2: i saw this sign a couple blocks away from the con and i did a triple take. 🔥🔥🔥TRIMAX MENTIONED🔥🔥🔥

fig. 3: i saw all 4 hobbits in panel and can confirm elijah wood’s laugh is ten times more infectious in real life. before they were even done sitting down, dominic monaghan switched around all of their name cards so that none of them were seated behind the right name. as u might imagine much of the panel's content was reminiscing about LOTR, but i heard some stories that i hadn't heard before. they also talked about video games, other projects they are working/have worked on, how their kids feel about their dads' LOTR roles, how much they love ian mckellen, and how they would love to see something happen for the 20th anniversary of ROTK this year. sean astin (the legend) took shots at the stranger things writers (basically said joyce could never be happy with hopper) AND EVERYONE CLAPPED LOL. billy and dom talked about the best food in NZ, their show billy and dom eat the world, and the unfortunate events that led to the friendship onion's hiatus. it was a ton of fun to just watch them be themselves with each other, you can tell that these guys are all so fond of each other and love each other so much.

and finally, fig. 4: i bought these beautiful prints from @/batinyourbelfry and the skeletal washi tape from @/skeletalacademia (both on IG)

[erensangel444]

married life

nanami kento x reader

my dream life is being married to nanami kento

PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT IF NOT 18+ thank you!

this fic is nanami x fem!reader, if you guys would want to see some gender neutral fics just let me know in my asks inbox! i’m open to any suggestions, if you want a fic that’s specifically tailored to you whether that be race-wise, gender-wise, any disabilities, etc,. just let me know!

likes/reblogs/comments are always appreciated:D

this fic has been proofread but if i missed something just let me know!

a/n: i just know this mf would be the best husband. i want early mornings with him. ALSO part of this fic was developed from this amazing tik tok i saw, which you can find: here<3 huge credits to the artist, you created this spark fr fr. 

warnings: smut, nothing too intense though. 

word count: 1.7k

summary: the joys of married life with nanami kento. 

the soft cotton sheets shifted against the movements of your body, the sunlight peeking through the window causing you to squint your eyes. you turned over to face kento, the rise and fall of his chest steady in his slumber. 

you took advantage of small moments like these, taking time to admire your husband. often times, kento strained himself in his everyday life, his eyebrows creasing, the wrinkles on his forehead evident. but in moments like these, there was no stress from the mundanity of everyday life. 

he looked so peaceful, so care-free. you reveled in your ability to see him like this. his eyebrows furrowed softly, his lips parted slightly, light breaths passing their barrier. his nose crinkled as he shifted in his sleep, his eyes blinking open. 

you also loved how gruff his voice was in the morning, how the first words that fell from his lips always had a soft rasp to them. “are you going to just stare at me or are you going to come over here?” kento squinted at you. 

you couldn’t help but giggle, all-girlish and love-sick. you moved closer to kento, his arms wrapping around your middle as he hugged you into his chest. 

people often commented on how you and your husband were polar opposites, nanami often stoic and you much more bubbly than the aforementioned. in all honesty, you saw how people thought that. it’s true that you and nanami had differentiating qualities, but so did many couples. 

nanami also had a sweet side reserved just for you. it sounds like the common cliche but he truly did show you what love was. from washing your hair in the bath, your back pressed against his bare chest to chinese takeout date nights, pulp fiction playing on the television.

and now, as you remained in kento’s arms, your breathing patterns synchronizing, you couldn’t quell the beating of your heart at the thought of waking up to your husband like this every morning. 

you couldn’t help but admire how the setting sun looked on nanami’s skin. the plaid blanket laying beneath the pair of you helped to soften the harshness of the ground on your knees. you plucked a grape off the vine, grabbing a piece of brie cheese from the charcuterie board.

“have i told you how pretty you look?” kento’s voice broke the soft sound of the breeze, his words bringing a soft smile to your face. “have i told you how pretty you look?” you teased back, grinning at your counterpart.

“you definitely haven’t told me enough,” kento joked, before continuing, “you know...at a certain point i might just get fed up and leave.” his actions acted as a large contrast to his joking words, one of nanami’s arm caging you into his side, the fingers on his free hand tracing lightly along the exposed skin of your leg from where your dress had risen up. 

nanami couldn’t help but admire your every feature, he knew that he could hear what you were saying, but his brain didn’t feel like deciphering your words, too consumed by how the setting sun was lighting up your skin. 

kento thought you looked beautiful, well, he always thought you looked beautiful. there was something about you now though, something about you that made him think there was no way you were real. there was no way you had chosen to be with him, chosen to love him. 

“are you listening to me kento?” you said teasingly, jabbing nanami in his chest. he couldn’t help the fact that his heart fluttered at the way his name fell from your lips. he nodded, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth, humming out a simple ‘mhm’.

“well,” you spoke, drawing out the last letter of the word, “if you had been paying attention earlier,” you rolled your eyes with a soft giggle. nanami loved your laugh, and he thinks anyone with half a brain would agree. “i had said that you’re stuck with me.”

before nanami could even register the gravity of your words, your lips were locking with his. he had expected a peck, a simple kiss maybe, but your fingers were tugging softly at the strands of hair on the back of his head, your soft whimper muffled by your shared kiss.

nanami pulled away breathless, cheeks flushed pink. he couldn’t contain the sheepish smile that he found forming on his face.

“i don’t mind being stuck with you,”

it was moments like these that helped you to forget about the struggles within your daily life. nanami was tracing patterns on your back, playing with the soap bubbles on your back. the bath water was warm, you and kento having sat in it for about 15 minutes.

both you and kento had had long days, stress wearing down your mentality. you both opted for the one thing that always acted as a serotonin boost, a warm bath. it only increased your happiness that you were in the bath together.

now you laid with your back pressed up against kento’s chest, kento’s arms caging you in so you didn’t slip too far beneath the water. “you smell good,” kento hummed, laying his head on your shoulder. 

you laughed softly, turning to take a glance back at nanami. his hair was pushed back, shampoo holding the strands rigid. “you smell good too, must be the fact that we smell the same huh?” nanami smiled at you before littering soft kisses along your shoulder and neck.

“the water’s getting cold” you observed, sighing contently. “just a little longer,” kento promised, his fingers kneading into your thighs.

slow and soft sex with kento was something you could never of preparesd yourself for. sure, it was nice to be put in your place sometimes, or even put nanami in his, but the way your bodies connected during what could be called love-making was unreal.

his cock was hitting perfectly against that spot deep inside of you, his hands on either side of your head. kento could no longer hold himself up, the way your heat was engulfing him being too much to handle. he instead chose to roll his hips into yours, his mouth near your ear, giving you the ability to hear how good he felt in full definition.

kento thought that everything about you in this moment was angelic. the soft moans falling from your parted lips, the way your eyes were shut softly. but the one thing that always did him in was your smile. your hands had fallen to nanami’s backside, pushing him into you, desperate for more friction. when he had given you what you wanted, a please, doped-up smile made it’s way onto your face, and nanami swore he had never gotten close to the edge that fast before.

“so close!” you whined before your hands looped around nanami’s neck, pulling him in for a kiss. it was less a kiss and more of mouths hovering over mouths, heated breaths being shared. “want it inside?” kento asked, seemingly breathless. he couldn’t take it anymore, couldn’t take the way you looked splayed out below him, but he was a gentleman, and that meant you finished first.

the only response you could give was a frazzled nod, kento laughing softly before it turned into a deep groan. “cum for me then, come on angel,” nanami pushed you closer to orgasm, his voice having a desperate lilt to it. 

nanami grinded into you with more intent now, ready to feel you convulse around him. his words combined with his cock brushing against your walls sent you spiraling into a mind-breaking orgasm, your toes curling at the feeling.

feeling you squeeze around his cock, kento couldn’t take it anymore, blowing his load deep inside of you, his hot seed filling you up. nanami laid on top of you for a moment, being cautious to not entrap you with his full weight, before he pulled out of you, laying beside you.

you panted before giggling, nanami grinning at the sound. you turned to face him, that glint in your eyes that nanami knew all to well, your hand tracing over his pectoral muscles. you leaned closer to kento, your lips barely grazing his. “are you gonna watch it drip out of me or what?”

nanami simply grabbed your hips, forcing you onto your back as you laughed softly. needless to say, the image of his white cream pooling out of you was enough to prompt a round 2.

you couldn’t get out of bed, there was absolutely no way, but the wails heard through the baby monitor could not be ignored. you groaned, throwing your hand over your eyes. you shuffled to move out of bed, before nanami’s voice stopped you.

“i’ll get her,” he grumbled, sleep still lacing his voice. you hummed a soft thank you in appreciation, laying on your side as you watched kento’s figure leave the doorway. you heard the creak of the door through the baby monitor, and kento’s soft shushes. 

eventually, the wails stop, soft sniffles barely being heard. “you’re a handful, huh?” you heard nanami’s deep voice, smiling sleepily. “don’t want let momma and me get any rest, huh?” you couldn’t help but laugh softly at that.

and just as you allowed yourself to try and fall back asleep, the low singing tune of nanami’s voice forced your eyes open once more.

you recognized the song to be beautiful boy by john lennon, kento changing the boy to girl. you smiled at his lyric change and the way is singing voice--which was really just his speaking voic, but the words on his tongue being held for longer--sounded through the speaker.

the monster’s gone and your daddy’s here

you picked up the baby monitor from your bedside table, holding it to your chest. you listened as nanami sung the next line, mouthing along quietly.

beautiful, beautiful, beautiful, beautiful girl.

you had to get out of bed, wanting to witness the heartwarming scene with your own to eyes. you quietly tiptoed, weary of the creaky wooden panels. you leaned on the doorframe, smiling at nanami’s swaying figure, your baby girl in his arms.

his hand held her head upright as he peered down at her still singing. you walked towards kento, your husband turning his head around quickly, his gaze softening once he saw you. “keep singing,” you said, nanami blushing. 

as kento’s voice filled the room once more, he couldn’t feel more content, surrounded by his two beautiful girls. 

fin

thank you for reading, i hope you guys enjoyed! husband and daddy kento live in my head rent free‼️