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VERY SHORT AND BIT ROUGH SYNOPSIS: You, a young peasant woman in the Shibuya kingdom, help the handsome, injured Prince Nanami without recognizing him.

Nanami Kento doesn’t usually celebrate Valentine’s Day, as he considers it a commercial holiday. For him, love is proven every day, not just one day a year.

Nanami Kento changes his mind when he sees your enthusiasm for the day approaching. He then decides to give you a special day, just for you. After all, what wouldn’t he do for his pretty girlfriend?

Nanami Kento buys and prepares everything needed to make this day as pleasant as possible. He chooses fresh rose petals, a carefully composed bouquet, ingredients, some decorations, and a gift that he hopes will light up your eyes. He also reserves activities that he is sure you will enjoy.

Today is Valentine’s Day.

Nanami Kento gets up early and discreetly to start preparing breakfast and decorating the room. He takes care of every detail, making sure that everything is perfect.

Nanami Kento is almost done when you wake up, troubled by his absence and drawn by the sweet smell floating in the air.

Nanami Kento hears you cry out in surprise as you discover the balloons hanging from the ceiling and the roses arranged around you.

Nanami Kento smiles as he slowly approaches, his tender gaze fixed on you. Then, without a word, he places a delicate kiss on your forehead and offers you the pretty bouquet with your favorite flowers.

Nanami Kento suddenly lifts you in his arms, as if you weighed nothing, and takes you to the kitchen.

Nanami Kento has prepared a brunch worthy of a five-star hotel. Soft pancakes, fresh fruit, golden pastries, steaming coffee… How could he do all that without you realizing it?

Nanami Kento doesn’t answer, just sitting you on the table, his hands sliding gently over your hips. His gaze on you is so sweet that you can't help but kiss him. He's so cute.

Nanami Kento shares this brunch with you in a peaceful atmosphere. You chat about everything and nothing, simply savoring this moment together.

Later in the day.

Nanami Kento suddenly tells you to get dressed, because he wants to take you somewhere. He takes you to a photo studio, filled with all kinds of sets and accessories.

Nanami Kento observes your excitement and feels a gentle warmth invade him. You take romantic, cute, funny photos. He captures each of your smiles, each of your laughs. His gaze shines with infinite tenderness.

Evening arrives quickly.

Nanami Kento then takes you to a chic and intimate restaurant, chosen with care. He watches your face light up as he discovers the place. His heart melts.

Nanami Kento listens to you talk throughout the meal, but he mostly just watches you. His girlfriend is so pretty.

Nanami Kento waits until dinner is over to take a black box with the brand name in gold out of his pocket and place it in front of you.

Nanami Kento watches your expression change as you open the box and discover a delicate gold necklace, adorned with a small, finely crafted pendant.

Nanami Kento gently brushes your cheek and whispers that this piece of jewelry immediately reminded him of you, elegant and timeless.

Nanami Kento watches you put the necklace around your neck and smiles as he sees how perfectly it fits you.

Nanami Kento admires you one last time before leaning towards you, his gaze burning with barely contained desire.

Nanami Kento has only one thought in mind: to devour you.

happy valentine's day 🌹

This drabble will be adapted into a oneshot so if you want to be tagged comment! ⟢﹒ masterlist

Nanami Kento when he comes home after long hours of work, he takes you by the waist while you are in the kitchen preparing a simple meal for the two of you.

Nanami Kento rests his head on your shoulder and places delicate kisses on your skin that smells of vanilla while you ask him how his day was.

Nanami Kento just grunts to avoid the subject and prefers to return the question to you. His day was shitty partly because of Gojo but it was no longer thanks to you. You are the sun of his life so everything is better.

Nanami Kento slides his two large firm hands under your -his- t-shirt that is way too big for you but that suited you so well. His slightly cold hands on your warm skin go up to your chest. You didn't have a bra. Was his wife such a slut for him?

Nanami Kento smiles at this thought because he already knew the answer. His hands cup your breasts and knead them gently. Small moans of satisfaction come out of your mouth which excites him.

Nanami Kento whispers to you to finish quickly. He doesn't want to eat dinner but only his pretty perfect wife.

the end, ✨ imagine ✨

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Husband! Nanami reassures you when you're self-conscious about your insecurities.

Husband! Nanami makes you your favorite drink, blanket, and favorite TV show when you have a painful period.

Husband! Nanami prepares you a hot, bubble bath when he sees you're tired.

Husband! Nanami washes your hair when you are lazy and gives you a head massage. He knows how to use his fingers so well..

Husband! Nanami massages your shoulders and feet when you've had a long day at work.

Husband! Nanami is cuddly when he's had a bad day. He can't help it, you're his "charger".

Husband! Nanami is a mess when you smile at him. He's so weak for you.

Husband! Nanami tells you everyday that he loves you. He means it. You're the only person he needs.

A/N: I haven't posted in a while so I'm posting this and yeah he know use his fingers🤧 ⟢﹒ masterlist

synopsis: you have insecurities and your loving boyfriend comforts you

character [separate]: Nanami Kento x reader, Gojo Satoru x reader, Suguru Geto x reader, Toji Fushiguro x reader, Sukuna Ryomen x reader, Choso Kamo x reader, Megumi Fushiguro x reader, Yuji Itadori x reader. (fem!)

warning: complex about weight, face, stretch marks, pimples, ass, boobs, nose, thighs and too much love! (rare mention of Y/N)

words: 4550.

Kento N.

You stand in front of the mirror in your and Kento’s bedroom, staring at your reflection with a disgusted look. Your eyes linger on the curves of your body, scrutinizing every detail, hoping that something can change. You run a hand over your stomach, a soft sigh escaping your lips. “If only I were thinner…” you think, a feeling of frustration rising in you, tears threatening to fall.

The bedroom door opens slowly. Kento enters, a small smile on his lips, but he stops as soon as he sees your expression. He knows you by heart, and he immediately senses that something is wrong. Slowly, he approaches you, his gaze filled with softness, as if he wants to wrap you in a cocoon of comfort.

“You know that you are beautiful, right?” he says, his voice low, full of tenderness, but also of certainty.

You turn your head slightly, surprised to see him. His eyes stare at you with such sincerity, but your heart remains heavy. “You don’t understand, Kento. I… I feel… so bad. I can’t get rid of this. I hate my body.” Your voice trembles, marked by uncertainty and sadness.

He moves closer, and without a word, he stands behind you. His hands gently rest on your stomach, and he looks at you through the mirror, his gaze filled with love and understanding. He gently caresses your skin, as if to soothe your anxieties.

“I love you just the way you are,” he whispers, his voice soft, but firm. “No matter the curves, no matter the weight. What matters is you, the soul that hides behind this body.”

The tears threatening to fall stop for a moment, your eyes filling with tears of gratitude. His words, his gestures, everything about him surrounds you with infinite tenderness. You lower your eyes, drowning in his words.

Kento turns you around and gently takes your chin to force you to look him in the eyes. His gaze is so intense, so gentle, that you feel instantly soothed. His eyes shine with love, and you could melt in his gaze like butter.

“You are perfect for me,” he says, his voice resonating in your heart. “You don’t need to look like any standard to be beautiful. Beauty lies in what you really are.”

A small shy smile appears on your lips, a slight weight leaving your heart. Even if your complexes were not going to disappear overnight, Kento gave you the strength to face them. He gave you the strength to be yourself, fully, without needing to change anything.

“Thank you, Kento,” you whisper, your eyes shining with gratitude. “You’re right. It’s time I started accepting myself as I am.”

He smiles, a tender smile that melts your heart, and without another word, he gently embraces you. His muscular arms close around you with infinite tenderness, holding you against him, protecting you, offering you all his love. Then he kisses you, a soft kiss, full of promises and sweetness.

“And I will always be there to remind you how incredible you are,” he murmurs against your lips, before holding you even closer to him. His arms give you a feeling of absolute safety, as if nothing could ever harm you.

In his arms, you feel both strong and vulnerable, but above all, you feel loved. And with him, you know that you will eventually learn to accept yourself as you are.

Gojo S.

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, arms crossed around your chest as if to hide from your own judgment. A sigh escapes your lips, heavy and laden with an old insecurity that refuses to leave you. You put on a tight black dress, bought on impulse, encouraged by your friends. But now, alone under your sad gaze, you wonder if you didn't make a mistake.

A light knock hits the door, making you jump.

"Y/N, what are you doing?" Satoru Gojo's amused voice echoes from the other side. "You left to get ready ages ago. If you wanted to make me impatient, you succeeded. I already miss you, you know."

You bite your lip. Of course, he's joking, as always. But just the idea that he could look at you and... notice, paralyzes you. “I… I’m coming, give me a second,” you answer in a shaky voice that you hoped would be firm.

A moment of silence falls before you hear the creak of the door opening slowly. “Can I come in? I promise, I’ll close my eyes,” he says, although you know full well that he hasn’t. You know him well, too well.

“No, stay outside!” you protest, but it’s too late. He’s already slipped his head into the frame, a mischievous smile lighting up his face. Normally, he would melt you but he makes you uncomfortable at this moment.

“Well, good evening, beautiful…” he says, his blue eyes shining with tenderness behind his glasses. However, his smile fades slightly when he notices your discomfort.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” he asks, this time without any hint of mockery. He opens the door a little wider and enters, leaning against the wall.

You look away, nervously playing with your fingers. “It’s… that dress. I shouldn’t wear it. It doesn’t fit me.”

He frowns, clearly puzzled. “Why do you say that? It fits you perfectly. You look beautiful, babe.”

“No, it doesn’t,” you whisper. “She.. she.. nothing, forget it. I’m going to change.”

He tilts his head slightly, curious. “No no no. Tell me what’s wrong. You know I don’t like it when you do.” You gesture vaguely to your chest, feeling your cheeks burn. “I.. that. They’re… too small. It looks ridiculous in a dress like that.”

A silence follows your words, but it’s not awkward. It’s more of a suspended moment, where Satoru looks at you with this disarming intensity that makes your heart beat faster. Then, he bursts out laughing.

“Are you serious? Y/N, are you telling me that you’re worried about this?” You glare at him. “Stop laughing, Satoru, I’m serious!”

He raises his hands in surrender, although an amused smile still dances on his lips. “Okay, sorry. But… you have no idea how gorgeous you are, do you?”

You narrow your eyes, unconvinced. “Gojo…”

“No, listen to me.” This time, his tone is more serious. “You know what I see when I look at you? I see a confident, funny, intelligent, and yes sexy woman. I think you’re perfect even if you have small breasts like you’re implying.”

Your cheeks heat up under the intensity of his gaze, and you lower your eyes, embarrassed. “You say that to reassure me.” He approaches slowly, placing his hands on your shoulders. “No, I say that because it’s true.”

His fingers slide up to your chin to gently lift your face. His blue eyes, as captivating as a cloudless sky, are fixed on yours. “You’re so beautiful. If anyone thinks otherwise, they’ll have to deal with me. But honestly, who would dare criticize a queen? My queen? Mine.” He smiles softly and laughs lightly.

A laugh escapes you in spite of yourself, and you shake your head. “You’re so.. I don’t know actually.”

“Are you losing your words, baby?” You roll your eyes, but a shy smile lights up your face. “Maybe yes but thank you, Gojo.”

“You’re welcome. Now, stop hiding. This dress is beautiful, and you, even more so. Come on, come on.”

He holds out his hand to you, his smile bright as always, but this time, there seems to be a silent promise in his gestures: that of seeing you as he sees you, today and always.

Geto S.

The soft light of the late afternoon sun gently seeps into your apartment, wrapping every corner in a comforting warmth. You’re sitting down, your phone in your hands. Your gaze lingers on the photos scrolling past, perfect faces, fine noses, so harmonious. With every comparison, your heart tightens a little more.

In the kitchen, Geto is cooking quietly, preparing dinner. But even as he focuses on his task, he can’t ignore your unusual silence or the subtle sadness that seems to hover around you.

He sets down the knife he’s holding and approaches you. In a few steps, he’s in front of you, crouching to catch your gaze.

“Hey, you okay, baby?” he murmurs softly.

You startle slightly, surprised, before placing your phone face down on the coffee table. “Yeah… I’m fine,” you reply, but your voice utterly lacks conviction.

He tilts his head to the side, a small smirk on his lips. “You know I’m not going to believe that, right?” You look away, a sigh escaping your lips. “It’s nothing, Geto. Just… a stupid thing.”

“Nothing that bothers you is stupid,” he replies, sitting down beside you. He wraps an arm around your shoulders, gently pulling you close and smiling at you. “Come on, tell me.”

You hesitate, nervously fidgeting with a crease in your pants. Finally, you murmur, “My nose.”

He blinks, surprised. “Your nose?”

“Yes, my nose,” you repeat, your voice trembling. “It’s too big, too… weird. Sometimes I feel like it’s all people notice. I feel like it ruins my face…”

A silence settles, but it’s not heavy. Geto looks at you with infinite tenderness, his fingers slipping into your hair to comfort you.

“Do you want to know what I think when I look at your nose?” he murmurs at last. You nod slightly, unable to meet his eyes.

“I think he’s perfect. Because it’s yours.” Your eyes timidly rise to meet his, your cheeks burning under the intensity of his gaze.

“Listen to me,” he continues. “I’m not going to tell you that you shouldn’t feel that way, because it’s normal to have doubts. But I want you to understand something: your nose is part of what makes you unique. It gives character to your face, and it’s that face that I love, more and more every single day.”

He leans in and presses a gentle kiss to the tip of your nose, so soft that your eyes instinctively close.

“And you know what else?” he adds with a playful smile. “This nose, I find it so adorable that I could spend my whole life kissing it.”

“Stop,” you protest with a quiet laugh, your cheeks now on fire. “No,” he retorts, placing another kiss, then another, until you burst out laughing. “I’m dead serious.”

You snuggle into him, burying your face in his neck to hide your smile. “You’re insufferable, Geto.”

“Maybe. But for you, I’ll happily stay insufferable,” he replies, gently running his fingers through your hair. “Because I love you. All of you. And your nose, my dear, is part of the package.”

A sigh escapes you, but this time it’s one of relief. His words settle in your heart, dispelling your insecurities like clouds under the sun.

“Thank you,” you murmur against his skin, your voice trembling with emotion.

“You’re welcome,” he whispers, his warm breath brushing your ear. “But remember, I’ll tell you as many times as you need to hear it.”

And in his arms, cradled by the golden evening light and his reassuring words, you feel your insecurity fade away. In that moment, you realize that in his eyes, you are already perfect. In your own way.

Toji F.

The morning light gently bathes the room, making the atmosphere peaceful. You stand in front of the mirror, dressed in your favorite shorts and a loose tank top. You turn slightly, pulling on the fabric to examine your reflection from different angles. But with each glance, the same thought comes back to you: “My ass is not enough.”

You lightly pinch the skin of your hips, hoping to see something change. But nothing satisfies you. For a few days, this complex has been haunting you, and today, it’s even heavier.

The door opens abruptly, revealing Toji, shirtless, in jogging pants, a lazy and amused smile hanging on his lips. He holds a cup of coffee that he places on the dresser before leaning nonchalantly against the doorframe.

“So, what’s this scene? Are you casting for a fashion show or something?” he jokes, his tone mocking but tender.

You roll your eyes, sighing. “Toji, not now.” Intrigued, he enters the room, his eyebrows furrowing slightly. He walks over and stands behind you, his hands naturally coming to rest on your hips.

“Come on, tell me. You have that ‘I’m worrying too much about nothing’ face.”

You hesitate, biting your lip. Finally, reluctantly, you blurt out, “I think… my ass isn’t great.”

He stays silent, as if he needs a moment to digest your words. Then, a deep, low laugh echoes through the room. He rests his chin on your shoulder, his amused smile reflected in the mirror.

“Your ass? Seriously? Is that what you’re complaining about?”

You roll your eyes, crossing your arms. “Yeah, my ass. I think it’s too flat.” Not round enough, not… attractive enough.”

Toji arches an eyebrow, letting his large hands slide from your hips to your buttocks, grabbing them without any embarrassment. He pretends to think, lightly pressing the flesh with his thumbs. “Hmm… I would say that you are completely off the mark.”

You turn your head slightly to give him a skeptical look. “Toji, be serious.”

He leans forward a little, and his voice becomes softer, although a smile persists on his lips. “I am serious. Your ass is perfect. Like, really perfect. Not too much, not too little. Just the way I like it. And believe me, I know what I am talking about.”

You feel your cheeks heat up at his words, even if you can’t help but sigh. He is unbearable, but you know that he is always honest.

He straightens up slightly, pats your behind with a familiar and slightly redneck gesture, but strangely reassuring. “Listen, you don’t need an Insta-model ass to please me. You’re you, and I’m totally fine with that.”

He spins you around so you’re facing him, his big hands still on your hips. “Seriously, if anyone tells you your ass isn’t good enough, tell me who it is. I could do the opposite to him or her.”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, shaking your head. “Toji, you’re really annoying.”

“Maybe. But I’m your annoying boyfriend, and your ass is part of the reason I’m here,” he replies with a proud smile. He places a quick kiss on your forehead before walking away to grab his coffee cup.

As he leaves the room, he calls over his shoulder, “And next time you’re in doubt, remember that this is the ass approved by Toji, your wonderful boyfriend. And that’s the best seal of quality.”

You stand there for a moment, an involuntary smile tugging at your lips. Turning back to the mirror, your gaze softens. Maybe he’s right. After all, if Toji, in all his brutal honesty, thinks it’s perfect… maybe you can start to believe him.

Sukuna R.

Sitting in front of your dressing table mirror, a sigh escapes your lips. The dim light in the room seems to amplify everything you hate about your reflection. Your fingers trace a faint scar on your cheek, an indelible reminder of a moment you’d rather forget. You lower your head, biting your bottom lip to hold back the wave of sadness rising within you. The mirror, once again tonight, is your judge, and you feel condemned.

A deep, mocking voice breaks the silence: “Are you going to keep sulking, or do you want me to smash that thing for you?”

Startled, you quickly lift your head. Your eyes meet Sukuna’s piercing gaze as he leans against the doorframe. His arms are crossed, and his teasing smirk makes it clear he’s enjoying your unease.

“What are you doing here?” you ask, trying to hide your discomfort.

“Me? I was waiting for you, but apparently, this mirror is more interesting than me,” he replies, stepping forward slowly, his imposing presence filling the room.

“It’s not that,” you murmur, averting your gaze. “I… I was just thinking.”

Sukuna stops behind you, leaning slightly to observe your reflection in the mirror. “Sure… You really think I’ll believe that? You look like you’re ready to fight yourself.”

You remain silent, your hands gripping the edge of the mirror. You know he won’t let it go. “I just feel… not good enough,” you finally admit, your voice barely audible.

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, his expression hovering between annoyance and curiosity. His large hands settle on your shoulders, their warmth oddly reassuring despite his firm grip.

“Not good enough for what?” he asks, his tone calm but still sharp.

“For everything,” you finally exhale, your breath trembling. “All I see are the imperfections… the scars, the flaws… and I can’t figure out what you see in me.”

A heavy but not uncomfortable silence falls. Sukuna doesn’t respond immediately, letting your words linger in the air. Then, slowly, he leans down until his face is level with yours. Your eyes meet his in the mirror.

“Do you want to know what I see?” he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly. “I see someone strong enough to catch the attention of a king like me. Someone who didn’t run away from my worst sides. Those scars you hate? They’re proof you survived. Those ‘flaws’? They make you real. Unique.”

His fingers gently brush your cheek, tracing the faint scar you were staring at just moments ago. “You think I care about a perfect face? I could have a thousand perfect faces if I wanted. But you, you’re so much more than what you see in this damn mirror.”

Your throat tightens, your eyes burning with emotion. You’re not used to this kind of honesty from him. You turn slightly to look at him, finally letting your guard down.

“You’re rarely this kind, Sukuna. I could get used to it,” you say with a small smile, your voice a little lighter.

“Enjoy it. It doesn’t happen every day,” he replies with a toothy grin, though a soft glimmer lingers in his crimson eyes. “But listen to me: I won’t let anyone, not even you, put down the woman who shares my life. If you start criticizing yourself again, I swear I’ll smash that mirror.”

A light, genuine laugh escapes you. “I believe you would.”

“Of course I would,” he says, standing up straight, his usual arrogance returning. “Now stop wasting your time here. You’re way too beautiful to be sitting in front of a mirror.”

You nod, a comforting warmth replacing the weight you carried just moments ago. Sukuna, in all his bluntness and intensity, had just given you one of the most precious moments you’d ever experienced.

You take his outstretched hand, rising to follow him. Behind you, the mirror reflects the faint smile on your face, and for the first time in a long time, you find it almost beautiful.

Choso K.

The TV is playing a movie in the background, but you’re not really following the story. Slumped on the couch, in shorts and Choso’s t-shirt, you can’t focus on anything other than your thoughts. Choso, calm and relaxed, sits next to you, his arm casually resting on the back of the couch. His presence is soothing, as always, but tonight, you feel too lost in your own thoughts.

You look down at your thighs, slightly exposed by the shorts you’re wearing. They feel wide, too wide, for your taste. A wave of dissatisfaction rises in you, and you adjust your shorts to cover your thighs a little more.

“You’ve been doing this since earlier.” Choso’s soft voice pulls you out of your thoughts. He has turned his head towards you, his deep eyes fixed on you with a usual tenderness.

“Do what?” you ask, even though you know very well what he’s talking about. “Pull on your shorts.” Hide your thighs.” He tilts his head slightly, as if to study you more closely. “What’s wrong?”

You look away, embarrassed. “Nothing. It’s… It’s stupid.”

He shifts slightly, moving closer to you, and places a gentle hand on your thigh, just enough for you to feel its warmth. “If it bothers you, then it’s not stupid. Tell me.”

You sigh, hesitating for a moment before blurting it out. “My thighs. I find them… too big. They make me self-conscious. I know, it’s ridiculous, but I don’t like them right now...”

Choso looks at you for a moment in silence, and you worry that he’ll find your confession absurd. But instead, he slowly slides his hand over your thigh, in a reassuring gesture, and murmurs softly, “They’re perfect.”

You raise an eyebrow, unconvinced. “Perfect? ​​You’re exaggerating.”

He shakes his head, a genuine smile on his lips. “I’m serious. You know, what I like about you is that everything about you seems… real. They’re not ‘too’ big. They’re exactly how they’re supposed to be.”

You blush, touched by his sincerity. “You’re just saying that to please me.”

He lifts his hand to gently brush your face, his gaze fixed on yours. “No, I say that because it’s true. Every time I see you, everything about you seems beautiful. And your thighs?” He pats one of them gently, his smile widening slightly. “They’re the most comfortable place in the world. Do you realize how many times I rest my head on them when we watch a movie?”

You burst out laughing despite yourself, unable to keep a straight face in the face of his soft but teasing tone. “You’re so cute, you know that?”

He shrugs. “If it makes you smile, then that’s fine with me.” Then he gently pulls you against him, wrapping you in a warm and secure embrace. “Stop hurting yourself with thoughts like that. You’re beautiful, always. You’re my wonderful girlfriend.”

You snuggle against him, a peaceful smile on your lips. With Choso, your complex seems less heavy, as if it fades under his sincere love. You love him so much.

Megumi F.

The morning dawned with an almost surreal softness. You stretched under the covers, then went to the bathroom to start your daily routine. But that morning, a small big detail made you jump.

You looked at yourself in the mirror, and your heart grew heavy when you saw several pimples on your face. You bit your lip, annoyed, knowing full well that it would tarnish your mood during the day.

You gently rubbed the skin on your face, trying not to let frustration take over. This kind of morning, you were tired of seeing them appear without warning. With a sigh, you quickly got dressed and left the bathroom. You didn't really want to face Megumi in this state.

You entered the kitchen, where he was already making coffee, as usual. Megumi looked up at you, a calm but attentive gaze that never failed to make you feel special. But that morning, you didn’t feel like you were up to that gaze.

“You’re beautiful, Y/N.”

Megumi said, without even needing to look at you completely, as if he knew exactly what was going on in your head. He knows you so well that it’s scary. His voice, soft but marked by a sincerity that he knew how to bring out well.

You looked down, embarrassed. “But look… at my pimples. They’re everywhere. It’s really ugly, don’t you think?”

Megumi looked at you and approached you. His hands, large but infinitely soft, delicately lifted your chin to force you to look at him. His face remained implacable, but his eyes were full of kindness.

“Do you really think it bothers me?” he asked, his voice cold but looking genuinely interested. “Imperfections are human. What matters is how you feel about yourself.”

You shrugged, your gaze avoiding Megumi’s. You couldn’t understand why these little imperfections made you feel so vulnerable. “I know,” you murmured, “but sometimes, I can’t accept it. And you deserve better than a girlfriend with pimples on her face.”

Megumi stared at you for a long time, then he gave a small smile, softer than anything you had ever seen from him. He took your hand in his, squeezing it gently.

“I’m with you for you, Y/N. Not for your perfect face, but for your heart and soul. And you know that very well. So, don’t worry about it. These little pimples don’t change anything for me.”

You felt a soft warmth spread through you, and a huge weight lift from your shoulders. Megumi, even with his cold nature, always knew exactly how to comfort you.

“Thank you, Megumi,” you said, a shy smile playing on your lips. He gently pulled you towards him, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Always. I’ll remind you every morning, I’ll make it part of my routine.” You chuckled and closed your eyes, taking a deep breath, realizing that no matter the imperfections, you had found someone who accepted you as you were, without judgment. You felt completely at peace with yourself.

“Come on. Let’s have breakfast.”

Megumi said, his voice still soft but firm, and he guided you to the table, ready to share a simple breakfast. And this morning, the pimples were nothing more than an insignificant detail compared to the love you had for each other.

Yuji I.

You take one last look in the mirror before leaving the bathroom, your gaze lost on the small stretch marks that mark your skin. For some time, they have been bothering you, but today, it is as if they are more visible than usual. You hate them, these marks. They remind you of times when you felt less beautiful, less up to par.

Suddenly, you hear a noise behind you. Yuji, in an awkward but kind gesture, enters the room, not really realizing your concentration on your reflection. He approaches, his arms wide open, ready to give you a hug.

“Hey babe, why don’t you come give me a hug instead of staring at this mirror?” he says, his voice warm and playful.

You hesitate for a moment, shame pricking you a little. You turn your body slightly, trying to hide your belly.

Yuji, always so attentive when it comes to you, notices your gesture. He approaches slowly, and with his bright smile, he places his hands on your hips.

“You know that you are perfect as you are, right?” He looks at you tenderly. “You are beautiful, you amaze me every moment. And these stretch marks, they represent you. They make you even more you. You are even more magnificent with them so don’t doubt yourself anymore. Okay?”

He pauses then smiles widely, adds: “Besides, I am convinced that if you leave them, they will end up becoming works of art. A bit like me with my scars after all these battles.”

You can’t help but smile when you hear his contagious laughter. Yuji has this talent of transforming awkward moments into bursts of laughter and sincere affection. He hugs you, and you feel the warmth of his support, this security that he offers you without even thinking.

“I love you as you are, with or without stretch marks. They don’t change the beauty I see in you.”

You let yourself go in his arms, your heart soothed, and for once, you no longer worry about your stretch marks. He has this power to make your doubts disappear and make everything so simple.

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be rude. husband! Nanami Kento x chubby fem! reader.

synopsis: you want your husband to be rougher with you.

warning: NSFW (MDNI), rude, dom, dirty names, beg, creampie, sperm, breeding, eat pussy?, suck nipple, slap, fingering, spanking, one mention of y/n, think its all.

words: 2132.

Nanami loves you more than anything, there is no doubt about it. His gaze, so tender and filled with love every time he rests on you. His hands, which rest on you with a sweet possessiveness when there are people around. His lips which stretch into an irresistible smile every time your own smile lights up his face.

His way of kissing you is filled with kindness and sweetness, so much so that you melt every time. He is so protective and attentive in your intimate moments, almost like a guardian angel. But deep down, you wished that he would turn into a wild and merciless demon.

"Ken..", you get on top of him seeking his attention as he reads his book on the couch. "What babe?", he puts his book down and looks at you to understand what you want.

"I need you.", you whisper sensually in his ear and start to rub yourself against him in need. "Y/n.", he moans lightly and starts to kiss your exposed chest in your small tank top.

"Wait. I want you to be rough with me. Really. Please.", he lifts his head and looks at you surprised. "Seriously? You don’t like how I-", you immediately cut him off.

"No no! Not at all fair that I want you to be mean to me but if you don't like it I won't force you baby. I love how you fuck me never doubt it.", gives him a soft smile to reassure him. He believes you and doesn't doubt it remembering how you moan under him every time.

"I understand. Do you want me to be rough with you?", he takes your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes and his voice becomes mean, deeper than usual and almost cruel. "Yes ken-… please.", your trembling answer betrays your excitement in his voice.

His hand slowly slides over your waist before closing on one of your love wrists. He pinches you hard but not too much so as not to hurt you. The slight pain and pleasure, tears a moan from you.

He places his hands under your thighs and often lifts you from his thighs to carry you to the bedroom. "I know how quickly my girl makes a mess wherever she goes. I don't want you to dirty this expensive couch with your fluids.", you can only nod.

He puts you down abruptly but without hurting you on your big marital bed. He undresses you with his eyes. You can see his big cock growing through his simple jogging pants that he wears when he is at home. You like it when he wears them.

"Take off your clothes.", you comply and slowly remove your clothes under his excited gaze to provoke him. "Hurry up. You're becoming such a bad girl, honey.. I'm disappointed in you." (Obviously he doesn't think so) He looks at you mean and disappointed and goes to get something in his closet then comes back with a tie.

He moves closer to you and pins you against the bed. His hands search for your wrists to tie you up. He ties your wrists behind your back with his tie. Once done he removes your shorts and your soaked white panties and throws them into the room.

"Fuck baby you so wet at the thought of me being rough with you? I never knew you were such a slut.", his words only turn you on more. Every dirty word he says to you makes you wet.

Your needy throbbing pussy looks warm from the room and his intense gaze as he looks down at your soaking wet folds. All he wants is to eat you out and make you cum countless times on his tongue. His dick rises even higher at the thought.

He puts his hand on your waist and repositions you correctly and makes you spread your legs so that he can get between them. He looks at your big and thick thighs stained with stretch marks that make you even more beautiful according to him even if you don't like them.

He lays on his stomach and puts his hands on your thighs. He looks at your hot and wet pussy. Nanami can only think about how he would eat your pussy and make you cum as many times as you want because you deserve it.

Her little angel with perfect curves.

He remembers that he had to be rough with you. He gives a little slap to test on your clitoris swollen barely touched. You moan with pleasure and surprise. You didn't expect it but that doesn't stop you from begging for more.

"M- more ken.. please.", he looks up at you and smiles. "My little slut girl wants more? You think you deserve more?", you really think you do. You're still his wife. "Y- yes."

He chuckles and spits on your wet, throbbing folds for him. "Beg if you mean it," then you start begging him like he wanted. He bites the inside of your thighs as he listens to your wonderful pleas in his ears.

"Hum good girl.", he hits your clit again a little harder without abusing not wanting to hurt you. Your little pussy gets even wetter. "Ken… so go- good.", you let out a muffled cry and your voice slowly breaks.

He slaps your clit harder. You moan louder, your voice breaking into a cry of pleasure. "Ah, slut... you like this, don't you?", he whispers, his eyes shining with desire. He licks your soaking wet pussy and abuses you wanting to drink you in.

He starts eating you out, he loves your juices so much, he might get addicted. He moves his thumb over your clit, making you arch your back in pleasure. "Do you want my fingers baby?" he asks, his voice low and sexy. "Yes...please," I beg, my voice breathy. He smiles, his eyes glistening with desire.

He straightens up and directs those fingers in front of your mouth. "Open up," you comply and open wide and take those big thick fingers into your mouth. You suck them and coat them with drool. The wet noises from your mouth only excite him. He wants to fuck your hot little mouth with his big dick but that will be for later.

He pulls his soaking wet fingers out and starts teasing your entrance with his middle finger. "I'm starting to doubt... I don't think you deserve those thick fingers in your slutty pussy.", he looks at you and sees your frustrated expression, it makes him smile. "Please Ken... I deserve them.", you had tears in your eyes and were begging him.

“Hmm…” he thrusts a finger into you suddenly, taking your breath away. You moan from the sudden intrusion and pleasure. He gives you time to breathe then starts moving his finger and pushing it deeper into you.

"Your fucking pussy is swallowing me. She's so greedy like you aren't she?", he chuckles inwardly and looks at your hardened and abandoned nipples. He slides his hand to one of your sensitive nipples and pinches it. It was a painful but so pleasurable.

He watches your reactions and sees that you like it so he starts again. He puts his mouth on the other nipple even more sensitive and runs his tongue over it. At the same time, he adds another finger inside you and starts going back and forth deep inside you and spreading your spongy and tight walls.

He continues then decides to lightly bite your nipple and suck it and with your other free hand, he pinches you and plays with your nipple. You feel simulated everywhere and the vision of Nanami sucking your breast makes you moan even more. "Ken! Ken-.. I'm go- going to cum!..", small tears threaten to fall.

He removes his fingers from your pussy, his hand from your breast and his mouth from your breast coated with his drool. "Shit..", he straightens up and looks at your defeated expression and your light trembling body. He gives one last slap on your wet folds.

"I'm gonna breed that tight little pussy wet and needy with my cum.. that's what you want slut isn't it?", you can only nod. Your pussy is throbbing with anticipation, you want him to breed you.

"You're such a slut baby I didn't know you were like that.", he slowly undresses letting you admire his perfectly sculpted Greek God physique and his veins that only enhance it. How lucky you were to have such a handsome and sexy husband.

His big veiny dick is finally free from the tissues, throbbing and the precum leaking from his red tip made you want to get your face fucked but what you want now is his fucking cock inside you.

Your arms are starting to hurt and get tired but you can handle it. "Your arms hurt? Do you want me to untie you baby?", his voice was softer like he usually does when he's worried. "I can handle it.. just breed me Ken. I want your sperm inside me and filled with you.", when you talk to him like that he can't resist.

"Fuck you're gonna kill me.", he whispers low and turns you over onto your stomach. "Place yourself. Get comfortable.", replacing you properly so that you're comfortable and your ass is proudly displayed in front of your husband's cock that needs attention.

He stands behind you and takes your ass in hand and kneads it. He loves your ass fucking. He rubs his cock between the two cheeks of your buttocks and decides to spank you. You moan with happiness, he hasn't fucked you yet but you thought you saw the stars.

He rubs the tip of his dick over your swollen clit. He slaps you several more times. He watches your skin turn red from the slaps. He strokes your ass then enters your tight, soaking wet pussy. He almost never needed lube because you were so wet every time.

He gives you time to adjust to his size. The number of times you had him was uncountable but you never managed to adjust to his size quickly. After a while he started to move. You moan, your eyes closing in pleasure.

He keeps moving, his hip thrusts rhythmically getting harder and deeper. "I'm gonna fuck this little pussy.. I wanna fill you with my cum. You're my own little cum cave aren't you?", he moans low and keeps a flawless but incredibly good rhythm that makes you roll your eyes.

"Y- yes.. yes daddy I'm your cum cave..", you moan and without realizing it you called him daddy. His cock grows even more inside you. "Fucking girl. Do you want daddy to make you a mama?", his hand slides into your hair and pulls it back. Your head comes off the pillow and you nod, tears streaming down your face.

He continues to fuck you in a hard rhythm. Your tight, warm spongy walls are squeezing him. Your pussy was the dream, he's convinced you were made for him. He pulls your arms towards him making sure your back is against his chest and his other hand takes your jaw and kisses you.

He moves his hand to slide lower to your swollen clit and starts rubbing small circles on it. He places small kisses on your shoulder and bites it. He licks the bite and kisses it. He's so wild now. You like it so much.

Minutes later, back in the initial position, his rhythm becomes more messy but deeper. He was going to cum soon. You were going to cum soon too. You feel your walls and eyes flutter. "Daddy.. I'm gonna soon-…", he cuts you off and slaps your sensitive clit.

"You want to cum before daddy? Aren't you ashamed, dirty girl. You're becoming a bad girl.", you whine, you don't want to be a bad girl. You want to be good for him. "Sorry daddy I didn't want to. I want to be good..", you feel his hand on your breast and pinch your nipple.

"Good girl. Take my cum in that tight little hot pussy of mine.", he whispers in your ear and thrusts deep and hard. Drool runs down your chin, you moan, scream, cry. Shit, you’re an absolute but delicious mess to Nanami.

A few moments later you feel Nanami's cock throbbing then Nanami's hot ropes in your pussy which now belongs to him. You cum at the same time, letting yourself see the stars. He goes back and forth a few times then withdraws his soft dick soaked with your juices. His cum drips from your little hole and onto your trembling thighs. Fuck.

He never told you, but he's been wanting to fuck you like this for a while.

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need help? salarymen! Nanami Kento x fem! black reader.

synopsis: you help your overworked colleague to solve his little -big- problem.

warning: nsfw (MDNI), creampie, sex in an office, perv nanami?, sucking d!ck, precum, sperm, beg, blowjob, dirty name, I think it’s all. (emphasis on black reader but accessible for everyone!)

words: 2430.

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Nanami was just about to leave after a long, exhausting day when his boss appeared behind him, as if on cue, to dump more work on his desk. "What an asshole", Nanami thought, forcing a polite smile as he reluctantly accepted the extra burden. He despised overtime, yet it seemed to follow him like a shadow.

Nanami got to work, cursing his boss. His gaze turned to his colleagues, who were packing their things to go home to relax after a long day. Unlike them, he was stuck here, chained to his desk like a fucking slave. He hated this job with every fiber of his being.

An hour later he decides to take a break. he had too much extra work. His boss wanted him dead? If that's not the case, he still doesn't believe it.

He closed his eyes, his mind wandering to bread, the last book he started but couldn't finish, his old life in jujutsu, and sex. Sex. He missed it.

He was not a sex addict but the pleasure of having a woman to fuck as he wanted and submissive to him. He loved. He wanted to taste again this pleasure that he lost for a few months.

He suddenly thinks of the colleague he often meets.

She was so beautiful. Her afro that sublimated her. Her brown eyes with which she looked at him so intensely. Her slightly pink and luscious black lips whose lip gloss sublimates even more these lips and her white teeth that she exposed so proudly when she smiled at him.

He wondered how good those lips would feel around his cock, how her lip gloss would stick to the base of his dick, how her intense tear-filled gaze would look at him and how her mascara would run with it.

Damn, he's horny as hell.

To make matters worse, he was thinking about the cleavage that revealed those fucking big brown breasts that reflected the sunlight. He wanted to stick his head in there. His fucking big ass in those pencil skirts that showed off his ass more than ever.

His mind wandered even more, haunted by the way she was affecting him. His hand instinctively went down to his pants, with a feverish gesture, he undid his pants and his boxer releasing his erection into the open air. He began to go back and forth on his dick thinking about how he would fuck her like she deserves.

"Fuck.. y/n.", he moans and grunts thinking he's alone upstairs.

Light footsteps sounded behind Nanami, but he paid them no mind, lost in inappropriate thoughts about his colleague. They stopped inches away from him, almost pulling him out of his reverie.

Noticing a presence near him, he removes his hand from his cock and opens his eyes. It was y/n who was next to him. You look at him surprised but a glimmer of desire passes in his eyes. You smile and look at his big veiny cock directed towards you.

"Y/n? Fuck! Sorry forget it please… I'm begging you."

“Forget it? Impossible,” you smile and point to his cock that is throbbing under your gaze, precum dripping from its red tip and begging for attention.

"Please..", you laugh lightly and move closer to him. You take his jaw in your hand and force him to look you in the eyes.

"Who knew my unchalant coworker was such a pervert, jerking off at work and moaning my name?"

“Y/n…”, his voice breaks. He looks at you helplessly but so excited under your words and your intense gaze.

"Need help? I'm feeling generous I want to help you with your problem nanami.", your whisper in his ear in such a sensual way that his cock moves.

"Please.", you smile and kneel in front of him. You continue to look at him then place your hand so soft on his needy cock that he could cum right away.

You start to touch him slowly, testing his patience. You spit on your hand and speed up your hand movements. He watches the contrast of your brown hand jerking his white cock. Fuck, he doesn't know why but it turns him on even more.

You place light kisses on his pretty veins and his tip then lick his length but still don't put him in your mouth. He can't take it anymore. He just wants his cock in your wet and warm mouth. His dominant aura takes over.

His hand slides into your carefully styled afro and tugs on it, forcing you to look at him. You smile at him. This is what you wanted. For him to make you submissive to him like in your wet dreams about him. You just dream of his big cock in your mouth.

Damn, you're horny as hell.

"Be a good girl for me. Put it in your mouth.", he removes his hand from your hair, sliding it over your cheek to caress you. You open your mouth, so eager to want to satisfy him. "Stick out your tongue.", you do of course. He takes the base of his cock and slaps your tongue. The precum spurts into your mouth.

He removes his hands from you and lets you do it, not wanting to rush you too much even though he wants to do such dirty things to you right now. You close your mouth on him and tease his tip with your tongue. He tastes so good. You could become addicted.

He moans softly, looking you as you stare at the blond hairs at the base of his cock promising you that he'll manage to stick your lips to it one day.

You start swallowing each inch by inch into your hot mouth and hollow your cheeks to give him more pleasure. You breathe through your nose so your breath settles on his sensitive big dick which makes him tremble in spite of himself.

You smile and start sucking him and accompanying your hand to compensate for the inches you can't take. You spit on him to make it easier. Your other hand starts playing with those filled and warm balls.

You lick it, suck it, jerk it, spit it, drool on it. You're a fucking mess. Your face.. Fuck, it's sexy and messed up at the same time. Your eyes are filled with tears and black from your mascara that ran because of your tears. Your chin is filled with drool, spit and precum.

Your little black panties were ruined, you were sure of it seeing how wet you were just because you sucked him and he mistreated you like he wanted you in his life. Your feet were shaking but you didn't care you preferred to take care of the man who obsessed you every day. You weren't in your normal state just like him.

Nanami looks at your defeated and horny face and the floor soaked with your fluids leaking from your panties. Shit. Were you such a slut for him? The thought makes him laugh inwardly. You were better than in those dreams.

He suddenly pulls his big soaking wet dick out of your mouth and gasps loudly. He was going to cum. He wants to make the moment last longer. You look at him surprised and astonished at the disappearance, your mouth feels lonely and empty. You could have cried because of that.

"Fuck Y/n. You said I was a pervert but look at you you're so horny just sucking my cock.", he smiles and watches you. "You're so slutty my angel."

"Nanami…"

"Need help? I'm feeling generous I want to help you with your problem Y/n.", he smiles wickedly and repeats the same sentence you told him before.

"Please.", he smiles and grabs you by the jaw and pulls you up. Your legs are shaking and threatening to collapse. You curse yourself for wearing such uncomfortable heels.

He takes his things off his desk and puts you on it. He slides his hands on your waist and brings his face closer to yours. How could he resist you for so long? You're so beautiful. One of his hands places itself on your face and wipes away your tears.

You slide your hands around his neck and move closer to him and look him straight in the eyes. How could you resist him for so long? He's so sexy. You kiss him so shyly that you don't recognize yourself. You close your eyes and open your legs.

He kisses you back softly wanting to be gentle with you. Your tongues intertwine together. You taste each other. It feels so good. He sees you close your eyes and does the same. He gets between your legs.

His dick snakes under your skirt and rubs against your soaked panties. You moan into the kiss and so does he. Damn why are you doing the same things? Is your future mapped out to be with this man? You pray inwardly that it will be the case.

You pull away from each other, a trickle of drool connects you. You're panting so hard. His other hand slides up your skirt to pull it up to your waist and then his fingers tease your folds through your wetness. He brings those fingers to his mouth.

“You taste so good. I could get addicted.”, he wets his fingers with his drool and puts his fingers back near your needy and hot pussy. “Do you think you deserve these fingers baby?”

Your mind is too muddled to speak but you nod. You need it terribly. Those big thick fingers stretching your insides, you've dreamed of them countless times.

"I guess I can do you that favor.. you sucked my cock amazingly. That mouth was made for me wasn't it?" He strokes your slightly dry bottom lip. He licks your lips and kisses you again but more roughly.

He moves your black panties to the side and rubs his fingers against your soaking black folds. His thumb circles your clit that needs attention. You moan Nanami's name and beg for his fingers.

A smile stretched his lips seeing you so eager. Without waiting, he slid a finger into your tight, hot entrance, with disconcerting ease. A moan escaped him at the sensation. You moaned too, filled with pleasure. You felt so good.

A second finger inserts itself as easily as the first, gently sinking into your intimacy. He begins to move, drawing slow and deep back and forths. His gaze falls on his fingers, watching them disappear and reappear. The idea of ​​his dick following the same path obsesses him, making him even more feverish.

His thumb continues to stroke your clit, which begins to swell with pleasure. You squirm on his fingers, but your movement is abruptly halted when he slaps your clit, drawing a plaintive moan from you. Tears well up in your eyes, but he remains merciless. Ignoring your silent pleas, he pushes his fingers deeper, expertly curling them to reach your g-spot.

How delicious. Your eyes roll back, overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure that envelops you entirely. Your nails instinctively dig into his shoulders, searching for an anchor point. You want to come, even if it's way too soon, almost ridiculous when he's only slid two fingers inside you. Incoherent words escape your lips, betraying how weak this man makes you.

"With just two fingers you can't talk anymore. What a bitch you are. What do you want to tell me baby?", he smiled wickedly, he curled his fingers even more. You almost screamed but you bit your lip. "Come on.. use your words be a good girl. You don't want to disappoint me do you?"

"N-no, I don't want to... I-I'm gonna cum, it's- it's too soon..."

"Fuck with two fingers you want to cum already? Fucking slut."

He pulls out those wet fingers leaving you empty. He brings his hand to his cock and kisses you roughly. He rubs his cock between your wet folds and your clit. His precum drips onto the black hairs of your pussy.

"I don’t have a condom.. fuck.", he rests his head against your shoulder frustrated and excited.

"It's okay.. fuck me please. Fill me.", whisper in his ear.

"You're gonna be the death of me, shit... I'm starting to come in.", he breathes hard and starts to enter little by little in your hot little pussy, soaked, tight like a virgin. He holds himself back from cumming, you were better than in his dreams.

You moan from the intrusion. He’s so big, thick. How good it feels… the stretch makes you see stars. He finishes entering you and doesn’t move anymore, giving you time to adjust to his length. He places kisses on your shoulder then on your jaw.

You whisper to him that he can move. He doesn't hesitate and moves immediately. His hips press against yours. The wet sounds of his cock coated in your spit and drool and your soaking wet pussy.

His hand slides around your waist to hold you against him wanting the contact of your brown skin against it. You moan loudly and scream his name forgetting that you are at work. His hand places itself over your mouth to silence you.

"Shut up. Don't you want the whole building to hear how I fuck you like the slut you are?", you wanted to say that you wanted it but you're not that crazy.

He smiles and makes his movements faster and deeper inside you. He searches for your g-spot wanting to make you twist with pleasure for him. He whispers dirty words in your ear that make you wetter even more.

Minutes pass and he continues to fuck you moaning feeling your little pussy swallow him. Your spongy walls flutter around his big cock that destroys your senses. You can only moan and beg him for more. You become addicted to him.

"Na- nanami I'm go- going.. to cum..", he looks at you and slides his hand on your swollen clit, rubbing circles on it.

"Cum for me. Be a good girl for me.", you moan as if to say you agree. His movements become less rhythmic but deeper meaning that he is going to cum too. "Your pussy is made for me Y/n.", his dick was made for you, you could only agree.

A few hip thrusts later you cum at the same time. He empties himself inside you, filling your walls with his hot, viscous white seed. Your walls milk him wanting to keep every last drop inside you.

Your limbs tremble from the pleasure felt and become numb. You thought you saw the stars. You breathe hard, searching for air as best you could. He rests his head on your shoulder, exhausted but satisfied. Nanami hopes you liked it too.

He pulls out of you, his soft member soaked with your juices. His gaze falls on your satisfied expressions then on your black pussy whose sperm flows between your wet folds.

"I'll fuck you better and in bed baby I promise.", he kisses you promising himself to take you on a date like you deserve as the woman you are.

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My dyslexic ass would love this XD 

professor nanami who fucks you in his office after hours as he grades your papers and tells you how good you're doing on his cock but how much improvement your writing needs and spanks you for every grammatical error he finds 🥴😩

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Pairing: Nanami Kento x Female Reader

Summary: It's been five years since you've seen Kento, the divorce leaving you to pick up the pieces of your life alone. When a chance encounter brings you both together again, will you be able to find it in you to trust and forgive him?

Genre: Divorce AU

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

Chapters:

Chapter 1 ◦ Chapter 2 ◦ Chapter 3 ◦ Chapter 4 ◦ Chapter 5 ◦ Chapter 6 ◦ Chapter 7

Bonus chapter:

Malaysia (8)

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The First of Many (9)

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Pairing: GrumpyExBusinessman!Nanami Kento x SunshineBaker!Fem Reader

Summary: Following his mothers passing, Nanami inherits his family's rundown bakery. With the bakery on its last leg, Nanami reluctantly takes on the task of trying to save what his family has worked to keep for decades, but he can't do it alone.

Genre: Bakery/Coffee Shop AU

Warnings: Workaholic meanie Nanami, employee x boss relationship, but also enemies to lovers, death, grief/mourning, profanity, jealousy, fluff, angst, Nanami owns a bakery, parental loss, Nanami is bad at feelings, I don’t know if I’ll do smut for this one but sexual tension, mutual pining, Nanami is sort of an asshole here

Art by: Ilameys + (Unknown artist (right pic). I'd love to credit the artist so if you know who it is, please let me know!)

Chapter 1 - Inheritance

Chapter 2 - Wienerbrød

Chapter 3 (waiting to rise...)

Kinks of Nanami Kento

authority kink : this guy just give of vibes of it when you call him sir while he has dick in your ass or pussy (for females) call him master for the first time . He deadass was shocked for a second but his shock turned into a smirk very quickly. goes very rough and hard until you're babbling useless words .

bondage : he is not much into bdsm but i see him being in bondage and shibari (method of restraining captives and a form of torture) if you are in his office he will tie your hands with his tie and use your panties as your gag .

a/n : hi again its been years ago since i posted cuz i didn't have any ideas if u have any plz share with me and tell me if yall want a part two . good morning / afternoon / evening / night

Thinking about a self conscious Nanami Kento following the Shibuya incident he made it out alive okay, good men don't perish in this house

pairing: nanami kento x f!reader cw: body image issues, angst, hurt/comfort

Nanami looks at himself in the mirror and studies his disfigured flesh with thinly veiled disdain. His stomach churns as his gaze follows the ugly, reddish grooves that twist and mar half of his face. The macabre view of his teeth as a result of the tearing to his right lip is no pretty sight either. Nanami certainly never believed himself to be an exceptionally handsome man before all this...but now...

He finds it difficult to face you, knowing that every time the two of you go out in public together, people stare. Of course, you've reassured Nanami countless times that it doesn't bother you in the slightest and that he shouldn't be ashamed, but being the conscientious man that he is, Nanami can't help but worry that he's becoming a burden to you.

The whispers of the people that pass you by certainly don't ease those anxieties in the slightest.

"What happened to his face?"

"Look, he's wearing an eye patch. How weird."

"Why's a cutie like her hanging out with that ugly mug?"

"You can see his teeth! Gross!"

"She must be a gold digger. No way anyone would willingly date someone who looks like that."

Each of those callous remarks, especially those that question your character, feel like a ruthless punch to the gut. You furiously defend him of course--everything short of spitting venom at the people who've uttered such cruel words--but Nanami knows that he's dragging you down. He knows that he's selfishly ostracizing you from the rest of society by staying by your side. He knows it's not fair to you. It isn't right to subjugate you to all this...

If he were a better man, Nanami would have cut ties with you long ago.

"Kento..."

He feels your arms wrap around his waist from behind. You've caught him staring in the mirror again, and at three in the morning no less. Nanami can't help but feel utterly ashamed.

"I'm sorry, love. Did I wake you?"

He feels you shake your head back and forth against his back, the warmth of your body, so recently bundled up beneath the covers, seeps through his t-shirt. It's calming, just like your touch.

"Do you mind turning around for me?"

Incapable of ever denying you, Nanami does as you wish. He turns to face you, too tired to try and hide his melancholic expression (not that you wouldn't have seen through his thinly veiled facade anyway). Your own expression doesn't waver as you look at him. In your eyes Nanami sees neither disgust nor pity nor anger. Instead Nanami sees what he always sees--love.

"I love you," You say, as if it were the most matter of fact thing in the world. "Every day when I wake up in the morning and see your sleeping face next to mine, I feel so incredibly grateful that I can hardly breathe."

Your hands rise up, reaching forward to gently cup Nanami's face. He winces slightly at your touch, his scared tissue is still sensitive, but he doesn't pull away. He doesn't think he ever could.

"Kento, I know that adjusting to these scars--both the ones on the surface and the ones inside--hasn't been easy. I know that there will be bad days,"

Your thumbs tenderly caress Nanami's cheek, tracing the bones that now protrude there thanks to the weight he'd lost. He realizes that he should be feeling self-conscious right now, with how close you are to the ugly parts of him, but he doesn't. Not when you're looking at him like he'd just hung the moon and stars.

"Nanami Kento, you are stuck with me. I'm going to stand by you, through the good and the bad. Through all of it. That's what people who love each other do."

You smile at him and Nanami's chest tightens to the point of pain, breath catching harshly in his throat as his vision begins to swim. It comes crashing down in waves, all the doubt and all the pain he'd held inside. He can't hold himself up anymore and Nanami slumps against you, burying his face into your shoulder as he lets the tears silently flow.

And like always, you hold him.

Nanami Kento is a man of honest practicality. He's never been one to dabble in fawning or flattery, preferring instead to speak his thoughts candidly. Those who know Nanami professionally, would never have imagined in their wildest dreams that he was capable of buttery sweet talk. That is until one of those said coworkers snuck a peek at the birthday card Nanami had written for you on his desk.

You see, despite his stern, no nonsense exterior, Nanami Kento loves to shower you with doting words of affection. In fact, he'll take every opportunity he can get.

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you doze off in his arms on movie nights, hiding cheesy little post-it notes in your lunch to remind you how wonderful you are, murmuring how much he loves you against your kiss-chapped lips, cheering you up with soft praise and even softer touches after a particularly rough day at work...

Indeed, Nanami Kento may not be a man who is confident in his honeyed words, but for you he'll always endeavour to try. He'll coat you in them, envelop your each and every insecurity in lavish sweetness in the hopes that one day, you'll finally see what he sees when he looks at you.

⟶ kento food court meet cute

⟶ well hey.. who missed me ;p my first time writing for sir kento nanami NGH i want him bad. ANYWAY sorry for going mia it's been a big week for me u guys i relapsed, i applied for jobs, i got in a car accident, and MOST IMPORTANTLY name change. i go by mio on other socials so from here on out all my shit will be tagged under mio i hope that's not too confusing ;p ALSO im slightly changing the layout of my posts from here on out as in im removing one of the banners ok anyway please enjoy and im very sorry for my absence 💓

cw :: fem!reader, shat this out in abt half an hour, reader wears glasses, possibly ooc!kento look ive never written for him before ALLOW IT, fluff/crack

Kento Nanami detests food courts.

So many loud, bustling people, restaurants selling overpriced, greasy food. He'd much rather pack his lunch in advance and eat it on the go.

However, even with his tight scheduling and near-perfect memory, he can slip and forget. He only realises he’s forgotten when he reaches for his packed lunch and finds nothing but stale air inside his satchel.

He sighs.

His lip curls as he taps against the sticky screen of the menu. He detests fast food, but when it's between Mcdonald's and KFC, he's choosing the latter. Boneless wings combo meal with medium fries and water.

He picks up his meal from the counter with a nod to the woman handing it to him, before turning to find an empty seat.

He furrows his brows. 1PM on a Saturday. Of course it's busy.

Circling around the food court once, twice, he can't find a single empty table. He settles for sharing a larger table with two other individuals eating alone. Sat in silence, and trying not to make eye contact with anyone, he begins eating.

He is about 30% through his meal when someone sits opposite him, and oh, God.

He glances upwards, and suddenly his French fry went down the wrong way and he's coughing, eyes tearing up.

God, how pathetic is he? One glance at a pretty woman and he's choking on his food, taking gulps of his water to wash it down. Even worse, you're staring at him with worry, frozen still as if you're not sure whether to call for help or perform the Heimlich or just offer him some more water.

“... Are you okay?” you say. People are beginning to stare, and he's taking gulps of his water.

“Yes, thank you,” he says hoarsely. “Just went down the wrong way.”

You smile placidly, before turning your attention to your meal. A McDonald’s happy meal. Interesting choice.

He returns to his own food, too. He tries not to stare, but he can't help but steal glasses. The way your hair falls around your face, and the glint of your eyes through your frames, and your manicured nails, and the way you take tiny little bites of your food, and he can't help but know that if he left without speaking to you, or getting your number, he'd be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

Tell her you like her keychains, Kento. Start simple.

“You’re very beautiful.”

Shit. That was not what he meant to say.

You glance up, furrow your brows when you realise he’s looking at you, then you're smiling slightly bashfully. “Thank you!”

His face doesn't betray how horrified he is feeling at his now evident lack of game, rather, he manages to return your sweet little smile. “Do you often eat at food courts?”

“No, not really,” you say. “It's too loud. But I forgot to pack my lunch today.”

Kento can't help but bark out a laugh, clearing his throat when you look up at him in confusion. “Pardon me. It's just that I’m here for the same reason. I can’t stand this place.”

You giggle. “Matching.”

The two of you lapse into silence as you finish eating. You finish your meal before him, but he notices that even after packing up your trash, you're lingering in your seat. This is his chance, and he knows you're thinking the same thing.

He forces his eyes to stay on yours, refusing to let his lack of game drag his gaze away from the beautiful girl before him.

“Would you like to give me your number? Then… maybe we can go to a food court together sometime,” he says.

Fucking hell Kento. ‘Would you like to give me your number?’ Like you're doing her a favour? God, you're seriously going to die al—

You slide a napkin over the table, where you've already scrawled your digits. “Maybe we can go someplace nicer than a food court, huh?”

He blinks owlishly, looking between you and the napkin. He clears his throat. “Of course. I'll… I'll call you.”

You smile once more, sling your bag over your shoulder, and leave without another word.

Kento Nanami loves food courts.

-Comfort me Kento- (Nanami Kento x Fem!Reader)

Nanami Kento X Fem!Reader (Reader hasn't been feeling up to energy lately. Any burden they hold resting upon their shoulders and weighing them down. Finding themselves tired to the point that they don't bother to move from their bed. Instead rotting in their bed for a few days. Until your boyfriend, Nanami, notices your absence and decides to come check up on you, which leads to him helping you clean your room and shower. Slightly suggestive I guess???? (Nanami is helping you take a bath.) It's really just comforting the reader. [Reader is also a jujutsu sorcerer that works alongside Nanami at times]

---Start!!!------------------------------------------------------------------- You lay there, covered in layer upon layers of blankets. The only movement seen is the rise and fall of your chest, your shallow breathing being the only sound heard along the walls. The curtain drapes covering the windows, not allowing the light to enter your room. Not that it was sunny outside either way. It was winter, the snowflakes falling gently, the snow now having piled up on your lawn. Yet you didn't move from where your laid on the bed. You had the same clothes on now for two days. You see it's not like you're usually like this. You're a person who works hard. You usually go on to finish any work for you job on time. Take care of yourself right, feeding yourself, and doing the essentials for yourself. Yet you couldn't right now. It's not like you didn't want to. Actually... Yeah maybe you didn't want to. But! it's not because you're unhygienic or anything. It's hard to explain honestly, you just didn't find the energy in you. You were spent from everything. The work, the pressure, your family, your life. Everything. So there you laid in your bed. Wrapped with multiple layers of blankets, your arms hugging a pillow, and your whole body resting right in the middle of your bed. You didn't think of anything, you were just there. You didn't bother thinking of your boyfriend Nanami!

Throughout the days you were in your bed you received constant messages from Nanami which consisted of:

Nanami: Good Morning Dear, I didn't see you today at work. Are you taking a break? If you need anything just message me or call me. I love you.

You: I'm alright.

With each message you received a little of hope yet along with it some guilt. A small tired smile forming on your face. But as soon as you would turn off your phone screen your reflection was shown. Eyebags present. Your hair in disarray. Your face somehow sagging. The next morning persisted of the same type of message, Nanami asking you if you're alright and if you need anything. You would reply with dry simple texts. It's all you could muster. Knowing that those texts wouldn't be enough to sugar coat the burdens, the issues, all the mess ups, all the hate that's starting to build up within you. Not a hate towards anyone. No, instead it's a hate towards you. A hate towards the reflection you see on your phone screen. A hate that throughout this you somehow easily gained some weight, that through this you left your body unkept. You would lay there staring at the screen, your eyes hurting and your head throbbing in pain. You couldn't handle the screen of the device, the light boring into your eyes through the darkness of your room. So instead your turned your phone off. Rested it next to you and laid there. Not wanting to see your reflection. You would sooner of later start drowning yourself in your problems again and again. A never ending cycle. Different scenes of where you failed where you've done mistakes along the way. All of it building up to you. The different burdens you carry. Burning into you, marking your conscious. Your eyes had grown tired, your eye lids heavy. Despite having gained so much sleep you found yourself even more tired. Unable to stand, unable to move, even forgetting how to breathe at times. Yet everything was interrupted, your self wallowing, your thoughts that were killing you by the second-

Knock! Knock!

You opened your eyes, and looked towards the door slowly confused. I didn't order anything. You muttered to yourself. You didn't want to get up. Didn't want to see who was behind the door. So you slowly laid back down and ignored the sound. Maybe it was those pesky people that would try to make you buy their "amazing" products. But instead your heard a familiar voice, a soothing one. "Love? Are you there?" A muffled voice asked. It took you some time to process before you slowly got up. Your eyes widening at the sound of the person who had been messaging you non-stop. The realization hitting you like a truck. The person who had been checking up on you. Nanami.

You hesitantly got up, wrapped yourself up in your blankets. You looked upon your clothes. Your pajama pants and a baggy short sleeved shirt on. The same clothes you had been wearing for two days straight. You probably smelled bad. Your hair was a mess. You sighed and felt like crying that moment. You didn't want him to see you like this. He wasn't used to this part of you. The part where you found yourself unable to move and unable to stop putting yourself down.

You speed walked to your closet and pulled out a fresh clean blanket, covering yourself up with it, smothering your hair under the blanket. You hastily walked to the front door and opened it slightly. There before you stood Nanami. His shirt smooth, clean, and perfect. His hair combed back perfectly. You could only stare at him as he turned to you and offered your a worried look. But you didn't pay attention to that. You were mesmerized by him. Everything about him was neat. Unlike you. You thought to yourself. Which only caused you to slink into your blanket more. "Can I come in love?" Nanami asked you gently. After all this time-which may have only been two days- that you spent in your room, you found yourself caught off guard by his softness, his carefulness with you. You only nodded your head and opened the door hesitantly allowing him to enter your house. It was a mess to say the least. Your bags were all piled up in one corner, meanwhile your hats and sweaters where thrown around the living room.

To say the least, before you had your time of rotting in bed your emotions had spiked. Your anger that you had piled up in your life had gotten the best of you. Which ended up in you trashing your house. Your screams echoing around the walls as your threw your clothes against the wall. Threw your couch pillows and had dropped a vase on the ground, which you hastily cleaned up. Yet everything else was where you had last left it in your moment where you broke. Nanami looked around the room, noticing how everything was a mess, how it looked like your house was destroyed.

Nanami could only gaze at everything, piecing together everything. The way you looked, the way everything was a mess, and how you didn't greet him how you usually would. A smile would grace your features. You would hug him and smother his face with kisses. You'd talk, you'd shine, but now to him, everything was the opposite. You didn't beam at him this time you saw him. You instead hid yourself, you didn't talk, you just stared at him. Nanami reached out to you gently and put his hand under your chin, tilting your head gently to have you face him. You looked at him hesitantly, your face flushing red in embarrassment. A million thoughts passed through you in that moment. Is he disappointed? Is he going to turn and leave me? What if he just decides I'm not good enough for him? Is he going to look at me with disgust? A face you'd never seen before but you can only imagine.

And that's how it should be. A face you should only imagine. Nanami would even argue it's a face that he would never show you, a face that should never cross your mind in the first place because instead of that Nanami looks at you with worry. Taking in your vulnerable state. Seeing the way your face changed. Seeing how you slumped. Nanami couldn't stand seeing you like this. Worry showcasing through his eyes. Not disgust, not disappointment. Yet something else was there. Gratitude. He was grateful you let him see you like this sooner rather than later. You could have shut the door in front of his face. Yet you let him in. Even if you hesitated. Nanami spoke softly to you as he asked, "Have you not been taking care of yourself?" He looked at you and gently slid the blanket off of you. He saw your hair a mess. The way your face sagged. You could only look at him, your face reddening in embarrassment but at the same time the tiredness making your less responsive. Yet you nodded your head gently in response. "I haven't been able to bring myself to do anything." Was all you could muster up to say. Nanami nodded his head and kissed your forehead gently. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." You say softly, ashamed that you would even need to say that in the first place.

Nanami looked at you and sighed. He reached over to you and picked you up bridal style. Earning a gasp from you. "Well then let me help you wash off." He said softly. You soon find yourself in your bathroom. Nanami then set you down on the small chair in front of your bathroom mirror. You stood there next to him as he removed the blanket from your figure. "If you don't want me here I'll respect that dear. Yet, I'd like to help you if you're okay with that." He said to you gently as he reached for the brush and brushed your hair patiently, making sure to undo any knots. Making sure it didn't hurt too much he pulled gently. You couldn't explain how you were feeling right now. This man is really winning you over, huh? You thought to yourself as you gazed upon his reflection from the mirror, his hands gently moving the brush through your hair. You love this man. My god do you love him. You thought to yourself. His gaze lifted and he noticed your gaze on him. He smiled at you through the reflection, a warm smile, a endearing smile, a smile that had you weak at your heart.

Soon enough your hair was brushed out neatly and Nanami motioned to your clothes, asking for permission to undress you. You nodded your head. Nanami helped you undress slowly, a small kiss pressed to your shoulder as he took off your shirt. A small kiss on your knee as he removed your sweatpants. He knew you were tired, he knew you needed to relax so he turned the bath water on, putting it at a nice warm temperature. Soon your garments were decorating the bathroom floor. You stood there embarrassed of the way you looked, you noticed you somehow gained some weight. Nanami was kneeling near the tub, checking the temperature and he looked towards you, he held your hand gently and helped you inside the tub. You laid down, and noticed how Nanami had rolled up the sleeves of his clean smooth button up shirt. "You don't have to help me Nanami, I can do it myself." You said hastily not wanting to bother him more than he probably has been. But Nanami shook his head and tilted your face to face him. He smiled softly at you, but a hint of worry flashes through them. "Let me help you please, I want to." He said softly and caressed your cheek gently. "Alright." You said softly, barely audible.

He reached over and grabbed the soap gently applying it to your hair and washing it. His hands moving against your head gently. His finger nails grazing your scalp. You couldn't help but hum in satisfaction. The tense feeling that had been resting on your shoulders leaving you. Nanami then rinsed your hair and grabbed conditioner (or the different hair products you use) and apply them to your hair. He reached over for the the body wash and a soft bath sponge, running it over your body, cleaning you gently. "Are you willing to tell me what happened?" He asked you gently, breaking the silence. If he had asked you before you probably would have tensed up and said no. Yet the way he's taking care of you. The way he's touching you so gently and soothing you. And then you turned your head to him. His eyes were looking gently at you. He had a small relaxed smile. His shirt slightly wet from the water and soap. Soap suds covering his hands and arm. Your heart could only swell, swell with so much love for this man. You sighed softly in relief. Relief that you had someone so loving by your side. You agreed and let out all your pent up stress.

You rant, rant about every single issue, even the smallest. Everything that's been weighing you down. Nanami listened, listened to you full on. He didn't interrupt you. He didn't say anything, he didn't judge. He knew he wasn't really one to suggest something. After all he has his own issues. Some may even relate to yours. So he offers you his attention and his full self. When you finished he had rinsed you of all the suds, leaving you clean. Nanami's voice then broke the silence " You know I won't tell you to do anything specifically. I won't pressure you to tell me your issues." He said gently as he moved to massage your shoulders.

You then thought for a bit confused of what he was talking about, then it clicked. The way you didn't bother texting him back fully, didn't bother explaining your situation to him. Didn't bother to search for his help. His gentle voice then breaks you out of your thoughts. "Yet I want to pressure you. It seems selfish but I want you to tell me everything. Whenever something like this happens. When you feel like everything is falling on top of you. Because if I'm not here to take care of you, to listen to you, to hold you when you're most vulnerable. I don't know what I should be doing instead." He said to you, his eyes showed no lies and his voice was only speaking the truth. His hands gently holding the sides of your head as he pressed his forehead against your damp forehead. He then leaned in, his soft lips meeting yours. he held you carefully. As if you were the most precious thing on earth, no, in this entire universe.

You couldn't hold back anymore. tears spilled from your eyes, sobs escaped your lips, and you reached to hold onto his shirt with your wet hands. Nanami only leaned in. His shirt getting damp due to making contact with you but nonetheless he didn't care. He wanted to hold you, wanted to cherish you, wanted to make you feel seen. Once your cries died down and you eased down he pulled away slowly and gave a soft kiss to your forehead. "Stay here for a bit dear." He said softly against your forehead and parted from your grasp. You sat there in the tub for a bit. A small tint of red on your cheeks. You were grateful, so very grateful for having him. Thank you. You muttered softly to yourself. Although he wasn't there to hear you said it again. Thank you Nanami. You uttered softly and touched your lips with your fingers.

Minutes passed by and Nanami walked back in, his hair in a bit of a disarray. You raised a brow at the scene. "Sorry for taking so long." he said quickly and walked over to you. "What were you doing Kento?" You asked, confused on why he took so long. "Just arranged a few things." he said with a hum and grabbed a towel, helping you dry off as he picked you up from the tub. He carried you out of the bathroom and sat you down on your bedroom bed. He quickly wrapped you up with the towel, considering how cold it is outside, having just taken a bath doesn't help prevent a cold. "What do you want me to get you?" he asks as he walks towards your drawers and wardrobe. "Oh I have my sleep wear in the drawer and panties are also there." You said and avert your gaze. Nanami chuckled lightly at your response and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a white shirt as well as your panties. You raised a brow, not noticing your bra. You were about to tell Nanami when he said , "I heard from a ad that they can be tedious and at times hurt to wear. Since we're going to be inside here just the two of us I thought it'd be good for you." he said and averted his gaze, slightly embarrassed. You could only smile at him. How can he be so shy when talking about these things when he was just touching my body earlier? You thought to yourself.

You take the clothes from his hand and start to dress yourself. Nanami then takes the towel and helps you dry your hair, he then picks up the brush from your nightstand and brushes out your hair. "Smells nice." He says with a soft hum. "Thanks to you Kento." You say quietly. Nanami smiles at your response and wraps his arms around your neck, pulling your body back to him. The back of your head rests against his damp shirt. He kissed the top of your head gently. "I changed your bedsheets dear, and the blankets. So go lay down. I'll clean up the rest." You look at him surprised. "So that's what you were doing." You say and smile up at him gently, you were about to protest saying that you should clean up and not him. But you remembered what he had said before and gave in. " Thank you." You murmur and kiss his arms that are wrapped around you neck. "Anytime." he says softly and kisses your cheek gently. "You should change your shirt Kento, you could catch a cold." You say and loosen his arms around you, you turn to face him. "Let me get you a shirt, if I can find one." You say and rummage through your closet not really finding anything for his bulky built. Nanami approaches you from behind and hugs you tightly. "How about, we sleep together after I clean up, we can warm one another up?" he ask as his fingers come to play with your hair strands, twirling them gently.

You nod your head. "I'll be waiting for you." You say and walk over to the bed, getting under the covers. You wait there, sitting on the bed looking at your room at how organized it looks now thanks to him. A small smile gracing your features. You waited patiently for Nanami and luckily didn't wait long. After all you knew Nanami worked efficiently and fast. So it wasn't long until he finally walked over to you. He took off his damp buttoned up shirt, placing it on a chair for it to dry. You looked up and smiled at the sight of Nanami. You then moved over and pulled the covers, making space for Nanami. Nanami climbed in, laying down next to you. He scooped you in his arms and pressed his face to the back of your neck. His arms wrapped around you gently as he held you carefully. "Thank you for letting me help you." Nanami murmured against your neck. You smiled at what he said. A flush covering you face and neck. Nanami feeling the warmth rise, he smiled fondly at you and then closed his eyes. "Thank you Nanami, sleep well." You mutter softly. Your eyes closed as well, sleep soon overtaking both of you. The warmth of your bodies combining, The blankets protecting you two, holding you together as one.

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A/N: I'm back, yeah I know. I've been out for a few months or years idk. I wanted to write this, cuz I love dad!kento, also this been in my mind rent-free, and just hell yeah. Also happy Valentine's Day, and sorry for the late submission, but this was part of my Valentine's book/smutbook on Wattpadd/a03 so just a cross-post.

WARNING: p in the v, oral sex, cursing, no condom we fuck raw, cunnilingus, not proofread lmao...

PAIRING: nanami kento x reader

WORD COUNTER: 3135

Every morning, it was the same routine just like before, children laughing at the scent of heavily waxed crayons and baby wipes in the air, and the occasional wail from reluctant toddlers and kids. You have gotten so used to the chaos of kids, the rush of parents dropping their kids off before heading off to work,

"Look Miss. L/N—do you like the picture I drew!" you turned your head to see one of the toddlers, standing right beside you showing a picture they drew. You smiled, patting their head, 

"This looks so good, I'll make sure to hang this on the bulletin board," you said, crouching down to take hold of the drawing, the toddler smiled, as they ran back to the other kids exclaiming about how her drawing got to the bulletin board.

Yeah, it was the usual for you, working at the daycare. You readjusted your pastel yellow colored apron, and your hair in a ponytail so it doesn't get in your face, it takes a bunch of energy to take care of these kids filled with energy all day, the sound of footsteps echoed through the sound of yelling kids, you turned to see 

Him.

Yuuji's dad

The moment he walked it, it made your heart beat faster, feeling your cheeks heating up. You were in a quiet panic, you tell yourself it's just another parent, and just another kid check—all a part of your routine, you breathed. Usually, he always on-time, greeting you with a smile—like he was happy to see you. Maybe it's the way he take an extra moment to ask about Yuji's dad, that made you feel some type of way—or the way his deep voice makes your stomach flutter just a little too much.

But today, he was running late. He was a little disheveled, his green, polka-dot tie was loosened, and his blonde hair tousled like his finger was through it a little too many times. He's holding Yuji's tiny backpack in his right as his other freehand is holding onto his hand, the little boy skipping alongside him.

"Mr. Nanami" you called out, a smile on your face,

"Sorry for the rush," he says, his voice a little breathless as he steps up to you, "Mornings are always something different with him.." he gestures to Yuuji who was practically waiting to be free to run around.

You let out a little laugh, crouching down to Yuuji, whose attention was on you, "Did you give your dad some trouble?" you asked, teasing him.

You watched as Yuuji shook his head furiously, laughing a little bit.

"No! I just made him chase me around" he confessed, with a cheeky smile on his lips. You looked at Nanami, who just sighed, rubbing his hands over his face, and making you blush.

"He's not wrong" he admits, "he has speed—think I got to start training if I want to keep up with him"

You bit your lip, trying to suppress another smile, "Oh!—I'll take this" You took hold of Yuuji's backpack, and you felt Nanami's finger brushing against yours—the sensation of skin against skin made you freeze for a moment, it just send a sudden spark thorough you. 

The warmth of his hand is gone, as quick as it came as you had Yuuji's backpack in hand, your gaze flickered to him but he was looking directly at you. It wasn't a casual glance, not an accidental meeting of eyes—what were you even talking about, 

You cleared your throat, focusing back on Yuuji, "Alright, Yuji! You ready for a fun day" You smiled at him, and the pink-haired kid nodded enthusiastically, 

You stood up, as Nanami let out a small sigh, and ruffled Yuuji's hair, "Be good today, okay?" He patted Yuuji,

"I will, papa!" 

You watched as Yuuji started running into the play area, "You're really great with him, you know" You turned your attention to Nanami, his voice was softer but still deep. You fl your cheek heating up,  as you tuck a stray piece of hair behind your ear, "He's a great kid" you smiled.

He exhaled, for a small chuckle, "Yeah...he is—but I appreciate you looking out for him" he said, you nodded with a smile, turning a glance at Yuuji already playing with the other kids, 

"It's no problem," you said,  "it's actually my pleasure to have him with me"

He nods, taking a step backward, his attention now on his watch that was on his wrist, "Shoot—I have to go, I'll be a little late, picking Yuuji up"

"Okay!" you nodded, as you watched him leave out of the door, you tried to shake off the warmth that was still lingering from that one moment of fleeting touch, you started walking to the cubby as you put Yuuji's backpack in his cubby, 

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For the rest of the morning, you tried to shake off the lingering feeling from that brief touch, it clung onto you like so stubborn thought,—you couldn't let go of it. You were focused on your task—helping the kids with the art projects, cleaning up the paint spills, and singing songs during circle time. Suddenly, you felt Yuuji tugging at your sleeve, making you turn to him. 

"Miss L/N," he asked, tilting his head, you blinked down at him, "Yeah, Yuuji"

He grins after getting your attention, "My papa, thinks you're really nice.

You felt your stomach flipping, your breath hitched as you processed his words, before letting out a small laugh, a nervous one. "Oh? And how do you know that?" you asked, cocking your eyebrows.

"Cause he say so" Yuuji shrugs, completely unaware of the way his words send your heart into overdrive, "—And-and, one time, he said, 'Miss L/N, is really good with you, and I said yeah! And he smiled really big" 

Your breath caught slightly, "Well, I think your papa is really nice too"  you confessed, patting his head, you watched as he beamed, satisfied with your answer before he ran off again to join his friends at the craft table. Meanwhile, you were just crouching down gripping the stack of construction paper, realizing what JUST HAPPEN.

He talks about you...

You knew him to be polite, and kind—and always took an interest in his son's care, but the fact he brought you up in the conversation made your heart pang, even with the passing remark, made something warm bloom up in your chest.

As the day dragged on, parents started trickling into the daycare for pickup. Your eyes darted to the door as you helped give the parents their kid's backpack, you won't lie that you were waiting for him to show up, but it was going too late

And then, he walks in.

This time he wasn't rushed, his tie was still loosened even more, and you were able to see a little bit of his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing his strong forearms that you definitely shouldn't be looking at—but everything about made your ovaries go crazy.

He had a small, tired small on his face as he spots you with Yuuji, sitting on one of the colorful tables coloring.

You stood up, walking towards Nanami, 

"Hey," he says, his warm, deep voice made you even smile more.

"Hi," you reply, and you curse yourself for how breathless you were, then Yuuji runs straight to his father, hugging him tightly, "Papa!"

"Hey, buddy" Nanami chuckles, ruffling his hair, "Did you have a good day today?" he asked,

Yuuji nods excitedly, "Uh-huh! We painted and played outside, and Miss L/N made us animal-shaped snacks"

"Animal-shaped snacks, huh" Nanami looked up at you, and you shrugged, feigning nonchalance, "What can I say, the kids love it," you said, laughing—a deep, rich..genuine sound that made your knees weak. "That's impressive, I could barely cut yuuji's sandwiches into triangles without messing it up"

"Well,—if you ever need tips on some snack artistry, I'm your girl," you said, before you even fully processed your words, you were clearly flirting with him, but your words were already out, you watched him as he smirked.

"I'll keep that in mind"

Some silence came after, but it was all as long as it came. It was replaced by the familiar rush of parents coming in to get their kids. You stepped back, offering a small smile, "Well, you heard from him, Yuuji had a great day. I'll see you both tomorrow" You pointed at them, with a smile.

Nanami hesitates for a moment, "Yeah..tomorrow" but before he turns to leave, he pauses for a moment like he wants to say something else. He glances down at yuuji, who's busy putting on his backpack, then back at you, 

"By the way..I was wondering...do you—" 

"PAPA, CAN WE GET ICE CREAM..PLEASE!!" Yuuji suddenly yells, catching you off-guard, and interrupting whatever is about to be said.  You laughed as Nanami let out an exaggerated sigh, ruffling his hair, "Sure"

You watched as Yuuji tugged his dad's hand, as you stood there, —wait what was he going to say to you? Nanami glances back at you, his lips twitching before sighing dramatically, "Guess we lost this round" he says, looking at Yuuji, "but maybe next time"

Your breath hitches before you can respond, and he just winks at you, leaving you speechless, breathless,—oh my gosh, you were just grinning like a idiot.

𝜗𝜚

The next morning, you were typing the back of your apron, as you tell yourself not to get your hopes up again, maybe last night was just a playful teasing, nothing serious—just friendly chit-chat.

But the way he hesitated before leaving, the way he said, 'maybe next time', the way he winked—it all replays in your head as you prep the daycare, wiping down the table with wipes.  You shook your head, trying to push away your thoughts—you were at work, just another day, nothing special.

With the sound of the door opening, you turned your head to see Nanami walking into the daycare.

He wasn't wearing his usual collar shirt with a tie, instead, he was wearing a light brown sweater, and his hair was slightly messier. Yuuji was bouncing excitedly beside him, but Nanami's eyes were still on you,

"Morning," he says, his voice was smoother than usual.

"Good morning" you reply, forcing yourself to sound normal, even though your heart was still racing, yuuji let go of his dad's hand, and started to run to the toy corner, leaving you too alone. Nanami exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck, "So...about yesterday"

'yesterday?"

Your stomach flips, "What about it?"

He chuckles slightly, shifting on his feet. "I was actually trying to ask you something before someone—" he shoots a playful glare at Noah, who was completely entrance as he played with one of the toy dinosaurs in his hand.

You arch your brows, crossing your arms in mock suspicion, "What were you going to ask" you tilted your head, and he paused, as he thought for a moment, "You're really gonna make me say it, huh?"

You eyes widen for a moment, biting your lip, wait—

"I don't know what you mean"

He laughs softly, shaking his head, "I was going to ask...if you like to get dinner with me"

Dinner with Nanami, you felt your heart-stopping.

"Dinner?" your voice almost cracking, 

"Yeah" he says, clearing his throat,

"Like a date?" you asked, his lips curved into a dangerous smirk—the one that makes your knees feel weak, "Yeah, a date."

"Oh..wow, I—uh, wasn't expecting that" 

"Really" he arches a brow, "I expected that Yuuji isn't good at keeping my secrets" You glanced over at Yuuji, who was playing with the dinosaurs, and you shook your head with a grin. "I don't know...I think he's been pretty discreet" You smiled.

Nanami laughs, then exhales softly, "So..what would you say?"

"Yeah, of course" you smiled, feeling your face heating up. His shoulder relaxes, "Great—how about Friday?"

"Friday is perfect" 

"Good" he glances at yuuji then back at you, "I should go—before he accidentally sets something on fire"

"Good idea" you laugh.

"I'll text you"

"Y-yeah" you nodded, as you waved him 'goodbye'.

...

You were staring at your closet, as your clothes were scattered all over your bed, the door wide open, revealing an overwhelming selection, but everything was not—quite right. Too casual, too formal, too boring, too much.  You groaned in frustration, running a hand through your hair, as you pulled up another dress, holding it against yourself in the mirror,

it was an off-shoulder black dress, it was cute, simple, and flattering. 

You looked back at your phone, checking the time, thirty more minutes,

You felt your stomach doing nervous flips, as you became anxious about the date, you didn't know how Nanami had been having a crush on you for the whole time,— the man who somehow makes dropping his kids off at daycare look effortlessly attractive, making your ovaries practically screaming—is the one that asked you out on a date. 

You slip on the press, smoothing the fabric down, as you step into a pair of heels, looking in the mirror. The dress looked good on you, snagging the right parts of your curves. The sound of your phone notifications, you reached for your phone, he was almost here, and your heart was beating against your chest.

...

You walked out of your apartment, to hear the sound of a car pulling up outside making your heart stutter. You peek out the window, and sure enough, he was there. His car—sleek, understate,d and classy, just like him. He steps out, adjusting his tie, and scanning the street before looking at you,

"You look beautiful" he murmurs, a slow warmth spread through your chest as he compliments you. "Thank you" trying to keep your voice light despite your pulse practically racing now, 

You watched as he opened the door for you, the gesture smooth effortless, like second nature. You slide in, as he rounds the car to get himself inside, allowing you to have a moment to breathe, you look in the sideview mirror, giving yourself another look before he gets in.

You were going to have him for the whole night—and you were so ready.

.

The restaurant was elegant, but not too flashy—refined, intimate, the king of place that perfectly suit Nanami perfectly. The soft lighting casts a golden hue over the room, the quiet hum of jazz playing in your background.

It was clear that Nanami made a reservation for this restaurant, everything about him was precise, intentional, and well thought-out. He pulled out a chair before he took a seat at his own chair,

"Is everything alright?" he asked, like a gentleman

You nodded, smiling

"It's perfect"

The waiter hands you both menus, you don't glance at them though, not when Nanami was watching you like that—calm, observant, his gaze steady and searching.

"I have to admit" he began talking after a moment, setting his menu down, "This surprise you said yes"

You blinked for a moment, tilting your head slightly, "And why's that?"

Nanami exhales, rolling his sleeves up just a little, revealing his stronger foreman that you couldn't stop staring at, his finger tapping idly against the table. "You..." you pause, considering your words, 

"You're warm, bright. You make things lighter just by being there"

The compliment is unexpected, a raw in a way you don't often hear from him.

"And I assumed someone like you..would already have a boyfriend..or something"

Your lips parted, his comment catching you off-guard, by the weight of his words, "Well,  you murmur, "I suppose you're lucky I don't" you teased,

Nanami's lips twitched slightly—not quite into a smirk, but something else.

...

But you wouldn't have expected to be here, your dress pulled up as you were bent over for Nanami, feeling his cock being stuffed into you, as you moaned. You half-lidded eyes, as he roamed your body, his rough hands on your waist.

'pap!, pap!, pap!'

the sound of your wet cunt being plunged by Nanami's cock, echoed through the hotel room—it was too much, gosh.

Your clothes or whatever was left of your dress was on the floor, including his, the smell of sex lingering in the air, 

"Hngh.." you moaned, as his hips kept on rolling into you, feeling his cock hitting your cervix, making your eyes roll back. His hips slamming into your ass, with each powerful thrust. You felt yourself clenching down, tightening around his cock.

"Fuck" Nanami curses, 

He leaned down near your ears, his hand roughly grabbing onto your face, "You want me to fuck you harder, don't you" his voice was a low growl, "Want me to shove my cock into your tight—little pussy" you nodded frantic, you just wanted release. His cock just filled you up, feeling a bulge imprinted on your stomach, as he fucked you.

"Y-yes" you whimpered, your body trembling with need. You felt his grip pulling you near him, as you felt his washing board abs on your back.

You didn't know how many orgasms you were through, but your pussy was spent, battered, and bruised from his veiny cock.

 His rough hands cupped your breast, squeezing it gently, making you gasp. Your body arching towards him, as he rolled your sensitive buds between his fingers, your pupils were dilated,

You heard his low chuckle, as "You like that, do you?" his dirty talking making you more arousal, as you clenched down on him,  "S-shit" he groaned, 

His hips rutting against your ass, 

He leaned down, his mouth clamped down on your nipple, his teeth sinking into your tender flesh, and you mewled out. Your body bucking against his body, you felt your body trembling, you were so close, 

"You'll be such a good mommy for yuuji, huh," he said, his hot breath was against your ear, making you mewl, his cock was still fucking into your poor cunt. "Get you pregnant with my kid, and have you at home instead of the daycare"  he groans into your ear, 

You felt your orgasm building, the intensity growing with each passing moment. You moaned loudly, Nanami kept on thrusting into you. His hard cock hits your cervix again, sending shockwaves through your body.  He leaned into you for a rough kiss, as felt his tongue forcing its way into your mouth, moaning against him.

You withdrew, coming up for air, feeling his finger rubbing onto your clit, harshly rubbing on your nub, you felt light-headed from his touches, as you whimpered against his touch,

"Fuck—you feel s' good" he growled, his hips moving faster as he jackhammered you. His rough hands guided you up and down your cock,

"Ken m'so close—"

 you felt the coil in your stomach bursting, as you came down on his cock, clenching down tightly. Crying out in ecstasy, your body trembling from your orgasm, it was intense, feeling the pulse of pleasure radiating through your body.

You were riding out your high, as Nanami groaned in your ear, his cock pushing deep inside of you, filling you up. You felt his hot, gooey cum spurting into your womb, filling you with his hot seed. 

"Haaa..." your eyes practically rolling back as you felt cunt being stuffed, with his cum

"Your so good f' me..baby" he whispered in your ear, 

 so good...

boyfriend headcannons ✰ nanami kento

pairings: nanami kento x reader, nanami kento x gn!reader

word count: 347

warnings: none

MASTERLIST

✧˖° calls you sweetheart, babe, dear, love

✧˖° every morning you tie his tie before he gets to work

✧˖° kento loves picking you up and spinning you, no matter how heavy you are, because let’s face it. this man is strong, just look how BIG his arms are

✧˖° he really enjoys cooking for you, especially because he can see the pleased look on your face when you taste his delicious food

✧˖° very protective; will put his arm around you in public and hold you close, away from away from the menacing gaze of other men

✧˖° adores smothering you in kisses; loves kissing your neck during makeouts

✧˖° very family oriented; if you ever want a child he’s up for it and will reassure you that you’ll be a great mother

✧˖° sometimes when he passes by a flowershop, he gets you flowers because he says they remind him of your beauty, and often compares the way you caress his face to a delicate flower

✧˖° “i can do it myself’’. “i know you can but let me’’ kind of duo; he wants to help you with anything, even though he knows your capable of doing it by yourself, and i mean, can you even blame him for it? he’s such a gentleman

will take you to art galleries and point to a beautiful painting and say "that's you"

✧˖° this man will treat you like a QUEEN; your wish is his command.

✧˖° breakfast in bed? of course, babe! need anything from the store? he gets it for you anytime! anything you want, you name it and he’ll get it for you

✧˖° takes you out occasionally because he claims you need some ‘you time’ after working so hard

✧˖° whenever you go out on walks he likes holding your hand <333

✧˖° while sleeping, he makes sure to get into a position so he can hold you close to his body, usually being the big spoon, enveloping you in his warm arms

✧˖° in conclusion, he’s the best boyfriend ever and he worships the ground you walk on

song that inspired me:

And I Lover Her - The Beatles

Okay so maybe the plot for the Nanami x house maid reader is some of both smut and wholesome but maybe he finds reading working so hard one day his on a mission with gojo or Geto or both so he offended her a job to be his maid and after a while he finds himself in love????

Yesss!

His Maid

Nanami Kento x fem!reader

I’m which you are Nanami Kenton’s maid and through some annoying events, you become so much more.

SMUT. Fluff, mild angst, mild misogyny(Gojo) and wholesome themes.Changed the plot slightly. Protected sex, Semi vanilla sex.

Six months had passed since you had answered an ad in the paper about a younger gentleman needing a maid. You knew that it was sketchy and slightly dumb but at that time you were really desperate for money. After you answered, you met the man in question at a bakery. At the time, you were grateful for the public setting just in case anything would go wrong. To say you were happily surprised was a complete understatement. He was by far the most handsome man you had ever seen. The interview went so well that you started the very next day. And after only a month of working for him, you had developed a serious crush on the salary man, but you knew that opening yourself to him might make you end up losing the best job you'd ever have. Little did you know that our boss had felt the exact same way.

Today was another average working day for you. Coming in around 9:00am cleaning the kitchen, cooking him breakfast, and tidying the space as he left for work. And then cleaning the rest of the house a well as doing laundry and doing other task that needed to be done. It wasn’t exceptionally hard considering Mr. Nanami was a naturally clean person. The time was now 3:30 pm and it was time for you to go back home. As you were preparing to leave, you heard the door to the apartment open and two men walked in with one of them chatting away. The second man was your boss who was silent as he closed the dirt behind himself and his company.

“Hello Sir, I was just on my way out.” You greeted bowing to show respect.

“Ah, thank you Ms. L/n. Perfect work as always.” Nanami responded looking around his apartment admiring your handiwork. Feeling warm at the sight of you.

“Thank you sir!” You replied giving him your best smile which earned you a small smile back.

“Well hello there cutie.” The taller white haired man spoke coming closer.

“Good day sir.” You said trying your best to be polite as you tried to get past him.

“You didn’t tell us you had such a cutie working for you Kento.” He teased slightly blocking your path, making you feel uncomfortable.

“Please refrain from harassing Ms. Y/n, Gojo.” Nanami spoke calmly however you could tell he was mad.

“Jeez chill, Kento I was only saying hi.” The man you now know as Gojo spoke with his hands up.

“It’s quite alright. Good evening Sir, I’ll be leaving now.” You interjected not wanting the situation to get heated.

“Yes, but please would you mind waiting outside for just a moment?" Nanami asked you

"Sure." You responded slightly confused as you made your way out of the door.

"Was that really necessary?" Nanami asked with visable annoyance

"Hey, its not my fault your maid is a stunner." Gojo replied leaning back against the wall. "Is that why you hired her Kento, I thought that I was enough." Gojo pouted

"Get out.” Nanami sighed looking at Gojo with disgust.

“What! Kento we have important things to discuss.” Gojo yelled

“Yes I know, but your blatant disregard for Ms. L/n.”  Nanami exclaimed firmly.

“What do you mean? She’s just a maid Kento, cute maid, but just a maid.” Gojo spoke nonchalantly 

“Out!” Nanami yelled

“Geez, I’m going I’m going!” Gojo said finally leaving the apartment. As he passed you, he gave you a playful smirk and wished you a good day. This action made you feel slightly disgusted and you questioned to yourself why Nanami would ever hang out with someone like him.

After a few moments, Nanami came out giving you an apologetic look. His blood was still boiling at what had just occurred. You smiled at him looking up in his eyes.

“Miss L/n, I’m sorry for him.” Nanami sighed

“It’s completely fine sir, I will admit I was a bit shocked.” You laughed slightly which made Nanami smile a bit.

“Thank you for being so patient.” He replied grabbing your shoulder slightly

“You’re welcome sir, is there anything else you need from me today?” You asked feeling a blush creeping from his bold touch.

Nanami paused at your question as there were many things he needed from you. However, he knew that if he crossed that line that there would be no going back. He knew that if you didn’t feel the same way that he could lose you forever and he couldn’t have that.

“Sir?” You asked pulling Nanami from his thoughts. You had noticed that he went blank as his eyes stared deeply into you yours only to pull away quickly leaving you slightly disappointed.

“No, thank you. You may go.” He responded coldly disappointed in himself for not giving in to his desires.

“Y-yes good day sir.” You stuttered unsure of where this hostility came from.

You then turned to leave feeling awkward and disappointed at the situation you had found yourself in today. Your heart beat faster than you believed it ever had. The feeling you had kept bottled up were eating you alive as you walked back to your car. However, you only made it about 20 paces when you felt a hand grab your left arm. Instinctively you turned around only to be met with the desperate eyes of Nanami Kento.

“Miss l/n, please forgive me for my boldness, but I cannot contain myself.” He spoke taking a deep breath. “I confess that I have stronger feelings for you than any employer should have for his employee. I have felt this way for far too long and it’s been clouding my mind. I have feelings for you and I cannot go another money longer without making those feelings known.” Nanami declared giving you a nervous smile.

You stood there for a moment absolutely flabbergasted by his sudden confession. You didn’t know what to say. Everything you had felt the past few months that you had to keep it yourself felt too overwhelming. Words failed you as you tried to replied but your body would it allow you to speak the things weighing on your heart. You could see that Nanami was awaiting your response looking slightly scared at your lack of an answer. So, you did what your body dictated. You grabbed his face with your free hand, pulling him to you as your lips crashed upon his. He immediately kissed back with the same fire that you had displayed. Every emotion you both had been feeling came out in the action of this kiss. Nanami let go of your arm and wrapped his around your body. Your now free hand grabbed the back of his head as you pulled him deeper. Your lips moved passionately against his, his body on yours, your hands on him.

Nanami decided mid kiss to take you back inside his apartment. He suddenly picked you up making you gasp and break the kiss. However, Nanami immediately placed his lips on yours again slightly softer this time as he wakes into his apartment closing the dirt behind him with you still being held in his arms. He brought you to the couch putting you on your back as he continued his kiss. Once you were there, he let go of his kiss looking down at your now disheveled face.

“I’m glad you feel the same.” He whispered kissing your forehead before resting his against yours.

“As do I.” You replied stroking his cheek.

“If you don’t wish to continue that’s completely okay.” He reassured to you lifting his head to look at you better.

“I want to, I’ve wanted to for awhile.” You admitted

“I promise that if you feel even a little bit uncomfortable we can stop.” He added not wanting you to be uncomfortable

“I’ve never been more comfortable in my life than in this moment with you.” You moaned softly feeling his clothed erection on your stomach.

“I feel the same.” Nanami responded kissing you tenderly.

“Make love to me.” You asked holding him close

“Anything for you.” He spoke taking off his tie and unbuttoning his shirt leaving you speechless at the sight of his toned abs.

You soon followed his actions taking off your own blouse leaving yourself in your bra, hoping he’d take that off for you. And as though he was reading your mind, his hands touched the soft skin of your boobs. You then touched him feeling how hard his muscles were making you more wet than before. After a few more gentle touches, Nanami slid his hands behind your back unclasping your bra with ease and then tossing it to the side. You felt your face get hot at his efficiency and rubbed your still clothed pussy.

“Breathtaking.” He he whispered as his voice deepened.

“You’re so beautiful.” You responded feeling hazy.

“Took the words right out of my mouth darling. Now, let’s get the rest of these clothes out of my way. I don’t think I can wait any longer.” He said breathing deeply looking in your e/c eyes.

“Please, I need you.” You replied feeling more needy than before.

You both took of your remaining clothes with haste. Both hot and needy for one another. As soon as Nanami was done he jumped up quickly grabbing a condom and placing it on. Once done, Nanami captured your lips in a heated kiss as his hardened cock pressed against your throbbing pussy. He rocked his hips against you as you wrapped your legs around him rocking against him. You held him against you feeling his cock twitch as you grabbed a fist full of his beautiful blond hair as you passionately kissed him.

Nanami reluctantly broke the kiss sat up a little admiring your perfect body feeling lucky to have you in such an intimate way. He then grabbed his cock making sure it was aligned with your hole.

“Are you ready?” He asked teasing your entrance.

“Yes, please fuck me. I need you.” You said desperately.

“That’s my girl.” He spoke pushing into you slowly. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.” He moaned as your walls molded to his cock perfectly.

“Oh god, Nanami!” You moaned pulling him to you as your hands pressed against his strong back making Nanami groan.

“Y/n, oh sweet y/n.” Kento called out picking up the pace.

“Please faster.” You pleaded.

And just like that, Nanami picked up the pace filling you so well with his cock hitting your g-spot more perfectly than anyone ever had better than anything you had even given yourself. It was a overwhelming sensation but you didn’t care. You needed him and based on his thrusts, you knew he felt the same. His arms were wrapped around your body with one had on your hip and the other on your cheek. He felt like he would cum at any moment but forced himself to hold out as he needed to feel you longer.

“Nanami, touch me.” You pleaded

“Anything for you.” He grunted moving the hand on your hip to your clit rubbing it perfecting making you moan louder than before as you pressed your nails into his back leaving marks.

“Harder my darling.” Nanami asked to which you obliged making him moan deeply.

Soon, the knot that had been winding up was slowing coming undone as you were close. You then suddenly huffed a staggered moan as you finally climaxed as you clamped your walls around Nanami making him groan. He then smiled realizing that he had successfully made you cum. You saw this smile and pulled him against you kissing him as you were feeling overwhelmed with Nanami being stuffed inside you still.

A few seconds later, Nanami suddenly stopped and pulled out as he loudly cried your name. Once he finished, he laid on your stomach trying to calm down from the immense high he just had.

“How d-do you feel.” He asked you though staggered breaths while he nuzzled in your stomach.

“Amazing, just amazing.” You said running your fingers through his slightly sweaty hair.

“Me too, I haven’t felt so good in a long time. Thank you.” He whispered closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around you, making himself comfortable.

“Anything for you.” You replied softly grubbing his cheek.

“Will you be mine?” He asked holding you closer.

“Of course I will. Nanami I was yours as soon as I kissed you.” You admitted

“I was yours as soon as you kissed me.” He replied sounding sleepy

“I’m so glad I accepted that ad.” You admitted feeling marvelous wonderful.

“I’m glad I can’t cook or clean well.” He laughed making you chuckle.

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Malaysia

Nanami Kento x Fem!reader

In which Mr. And Mrs. Nanami go to Malaysia…

Fluff, angst, mentions of death (the song I chose really reminds me of Nanami at the beach in that episode(iykyk) SPOILERS for season 2. Mentions of blood.

"Honey...Honey...Honey.." The echoing sound the echoing sound of y/ns voice rang through Kento's ears like a sweet lullaby.

Kento felt odd, almost like he was in a sweet dream. However, it all felt so real, so in the realm of possibility that this moment couldn't possibly be fiction. The soft sounds of waves crashing on the shoreline calmed him as he took in the feeling of the sun on his face. The air smelled salty and fresh, and so he took a deep breath allowing his lungs to fully expand. Kento heard the sweet voice once more and so he turned his head so that he could look at the vessel of the echo.

"Yes dear." Kento cooed as he took the hands of his sweet wife.

"You've been staring into space again. Is anything wrong?" Y/n asked as she lifted her hands in order to hiss the tops of his.

"No, I just felt odd for a moment, but I believe I'm just truly surprised that we finally went here." He responded honestly looking into her captivating e/c eyes.

"That's understandable, Love. We've been working far too hard for far too long, now it's time for us to rest." Y/n spoke in a sweet voice.

"Yes, you're right. Lets go for a long walk shall we?" Kento asked smiling at his wife.

"Of course, we can go for as long as you want." Y/n smiled back as she began walking down the beach with her husbands hand comfortably in hers.

They walked for what felt hours just soaking up the sun and listening to the calming sounds of the waves crashing on the white sands of Malaysia. Kento and y/n felt at peace if only for a little while. As their time would be cut short as the waves became quieter and quieter. As the sun became colder and colder. As the grip on each other's hands became weaker and weaker. Until the beach was no longer in sight...

Kento opened his good eye fully realizing that the vision he had was nothing but a dream. As his wife had already died, with her bloodied body laying motionless on the floor above him. Mahito had killed her which made Kento bloodthirsty for revenge. However, with the current state he was in, he simply couldn't fight any longer. Most of his body had been badly burned and he felt so weak. Kento the felt a hand on his back had already known whose hand it belonged to. Kento was ready to die now closing his eye until he heard the scared footsteps of his student walking into the scene. Kento opened his eye looking at Yuji who looked horrified at the scene before him.

"Nanamin." Yuji whimpered looking at his teacher with tears glossing his eyes.

Kento thought of what to say in this moment to comfort his scared student knowing that his own death was soon. Kento only managed to think of one thing.

"Itadori, you've got it from here." Kento spoke giving his precious student one last smile. As Kento smiled he saw the image of his long lost friend and his beautiful sweet wife smiling at him. Mahito activated his technique, and just like that Kento Nanami was gone...

———

"Honey...honey...honey..." A sweet voice called out to him. Only this time he knew exactly whose voice it belonged to.

Kento opened his eyes to see the beautiful face of his beloved wife. He thought to himself how magical she was and how much of a lucky man he was. He noticed the familiar landscape before him as he took in the salty sea air into his lungs as his ears heard the calming sound of the crashing waves hitting the shoreline. He then turned to his wife and grabbed her hands. He smiled at her and she did the same.

"Kento dear." She spoke sweetly. "Would you like to go on a walk?" Y/n asked him as he kissed the tops of her hands.

"I would love nothing more, my love." Kento responded as he let go of one of her hands.

They both began walking together with content smiles adoring their faces. This time, the water seemed bluer and the sand more vibrant. The sounds seemed more calmer and the air more fresh. They spent a long time walking until Kento stopped. He turned around and leaned in to give his sweet wife a kiss on her soft lips.

"I love you, Y/n." Kento whispered placing his forehead on hers.

"I love you too, honey." Y/n whispered back.

They both continued their journey. The peace they felt was endless as their time together would be forever on the vibrant and peaceful beaches in Malaysia...

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Time Spent Sweetly

Image

Nanami Kento x fem!Reader

Fluff. Nanami takes you to a bakery.

Imagine you and Nanami going to your favorite bakery together after work. It had been a very long day for the two of you and tomorrow will definitely the same. You’re both use to this work, so taking a small bit of time together helps. Your favorite place to go when you’re busy is this bakery. It’s filled with all of the best baked goods and drinks that both of you enjoy. This was a time that you and Nanami both treasure. It was a small break from the shit reality that is your shared job. You always love that no matter how serious Nanami Kento is, he always tends to blush as soon as he bites into his treat. It’s such a cute thing to you. Nanami is such serious man yet loving anything sweet. He adores how you take small bites of yours. Trying to savor as much flavor as you can. You’re both so happy and satisfied being with each other.

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Be Okay pt.3

Satoru Gojo x Reader, Nanami Kento x Reader

Fluff, slight angst. Last part of this series.

Your pov

F/n came and picked me up from my apartment and took me to their home. I’m so grateful for them. I think I’d lose my mind entirely if I couldn’t have their help. They let me lounge on their couch for the time being. Thankfully it was extremely comfortable. They let me vent and cry about what happened. Telling me just how shitty Satoru is for cheating on me and ruining or relationship.

My life for the longest time has be all but consumed with Satoru. Now that I no longer have him, I’m not sure what to do. I know leaving was the best option for me. He cheated on me, broke my trust, and ruined the love we once shared. Part of me blames myself for what happened. Maybe I could have tried to love him more? Maybe I could have pretended? Or maybe I’m not pretty enough for him anymore? The woman he was with was extremely beautiful. Honestly, I can see why he was with her. However, if he wanted her so bad, then why did he stay with me? A week later I was touring a small apartment the was in my price range. One bedroom and one bathroom. Just enough room for me and whatever happens next.

Fifteen months later…

It’s been a while now and I’m much happier and I’ve been going to an awesome therapist for the past ten months.  And now I feel so fulfilled with myself and the life I made for myself. I was such a broken soul back then and now I feel free. I also got a new job at a financial company in the sales department. It’s a boring job that requires me to sell shit product for way more than they are worth. It’s not an honest job, but at least I get paid well. So I guess you can say that’s I’m okay.

I also met someone nine months ago whose so incredibly beautiful. His name is Nanami Kento. He’s a mature man that is so kindhearted. I never thought that I’d be able to love like this again, but he’s shown me that it’s okay to love. He was very respectful towards me and didn’t pressure me to do anything I wasn’t comfortable with. We took our time together and built up a trust that I never even had with Satoru. And I find the beauty in moving on from him. Now I see my worth when it comes to relationships and even other things outside of that. Kento really helped me realize that. So I can safely say that we love each other and that it’s real. I don’t fear losing him to someone else or being afraid of him flirting with other people. He looks at me and treats me like I’m the most important thing to him. He takes time out of his busy day to make sure I’m doing okay. That was something that took getting use to, but I realize that it’s a good thing. Nanami and I have a healthy relationship dynamic and I couldn’t be happier with it.

I haven’t seen Satoru Gojo since that dreadful day. I’m really glad for that. But now I know that if I see him, that it won’t hurt me like it I thought it would’ve months ago. Now I’m okay and his betrayal doesn’t affect me at all. I understand now that it wasn’t my fault in the slightest. That he was the one that broke that trust. I’ve felt so much lighter having that burden off of my shoulders. I try not to think about it too much, but I sometimes wonder how he’s doing now.

Satoru Gojo pov

It killed me not seeing her these past fifteen months. Initially I wanted to give her some space. I knew that if I went to her immediately, she’d shut me down. And I didn’t want that. I truly don’t know why I waited this long. Maybe it was because of work? Maybe it was because I was scared? Maybe I was just to nervous? I don’t really know. But now I’m ready to get her back. I’ve changed these past months. Since that woman, I haven’t been with any one else. No one else to me could even compare to y/n. No one else holds my heart the same way she does. No one else loved me even when we were at our lowest. I don’t deserve her at all. I know that I don’t, especially after what I did. But I’ll be dammed if I don’t try.

It’s practically took a month to convince y/n’s friend to tell me the area that my lover lived in. They simply wouldn’t budge. And to be honest, I kind of respect their loyalty. F/n told me that they would not give y/n’s actual address because that would be shitty. And they told me that it was up to y/n whether or not she would give me further information. Which was completely fair.

So here I am with her favorite flowers in hand walking around the area in which y/n lives at. I want to convince her that I’ve changed and that woman meant nothing to me. That y/n is the only person for me and back then I was far too stupid to understand that. If things go well, maybe we can move here together. This place is really nice and it’s got a homey feel to it. Walking around I notice a lot of cute stores and other fun things to do. No wonder she chose this area. It’s the perfect place for her.

I wondered around for awhile about to give up on my search. Maybe she’s out of town or something? Or maybe f/n gave me the wrong area? I was about to give up my search when I saw her. She looked so beautiful. Even more beautiful than I remember her. She had this huge smile plastered on her face and her cheeks were dusted pink. She looked genuinely happy and my heart filled with joy seeing her so.

Not even a split second later I saw the reason for that happiness. It was my old friend Nanami Kento. He was holding her hand. Even he was smiling too, which was an extremely rare occurrence. I felt cold seeing them together. I’m not a fool, I know when I see a happy couple. She’s moved on now and I was too late to stop her. I guess I deserve this though. I was the one to break her heart. I’m just glad she’s in good hands now. Nanami is an honorable man who will take good care of her. At least I know that’s she’s gonna be okay…

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Be Okay pt.2

Satoru Gojo x Reader

Angst, mentions of cheating

Gojo’s Pov

I miss her. Y/n has been distant recently and I have no idea why. I don’t understand what happened to our love. We use to make people jealous by how we were. She was my perfect escape from this death and corruption filled life. From my work as a sorcerer. But now that love seems dull and lifeless. However, this woman in front of me makes me forget about the love I once had. Even if just for a little while. Am I a bad person for cheating on my so called lover even when I’m not sure we are in love anymore?

I do love y/n and I always have and always will. I hope one day we can go back to how things were, so for now I’ll enjoy the time I have with the beautiful woman in front of me who’s name I still don’t know. I only met her days ago. Her incredible soft lips are intoxicating and taste like cherry. It’s feels go good being able to be with someone like this. Even though I wish it was y/n. I wish she would talk to me. I wish I could be taking her out like this. I wish I could pamper her and tell her how much I love her. I know I don’t deserve her especially after today, but she’s still mine and I know she’ll be there when I come back home. And that thought makes me feel warm despite the lack of love in our shared home.

I said goodbye to the woman who’s name I still don’t know and don’t care to know. Instead of getting a taxi, I decided to walk. I don’t really know what made me decide to walk home, but I just felt like I needed to clear my head a bit. My heart feels conflicted. I got what I wanted right? I got the affection I so desperately wanted? I got to be with someone who wanted my affection, right? So, why do I feel so shitty right now? Is it because deep down I know how fucked up I am right now? Is it because I know that if y/n ever found out that I’d never be able to love her the way I want to again?

My thoughts are interrupted by a car passing me. It looked oddly familiar, but I couldn’t remember who that car belonged to. Maybe y/n will know? When I got up to our shared apartment, I felt a sense of uneasiness. It felt wrong and I hoped that once I opened the door seeing her would cure me of that awful feeling.

To my shock, the lights were off and my lover was no were to be seen. While turning on the lights, I called out for her, but received no voice back. I was nervous and my mind was in a frenzy. I pulled out my phone and called her, but it immediately went to voicemail. At this point I was panicking. What if she was hurt? What if she got lost? My eyes trailed our apartment. Tears filled my eyes when I saw her necklace and a letter underneath it. Carefully I moved the necklace and picked up the letter.

Reading the letter, my heart sunk. I chest felt heavy and it felt hard to breathe. She had seen me with that woman. She saw my sinful actions. She knew what I had done to her. And now my greatest fear had come to pass. She is gone. My life, my greatest love and passion is gone. So many thoughts swam through my head. What have I done? Why did I fuck up so badly? Why? Why? Why?

I don’t know how long I cried for. I don’t know how long I was lying on the floor calling out for her. How badly I wish I could take it back and hold her and telling my lover everything perfect about her. I decided to get up after some more time. I went to the counter where the necklace is placed. I carefully picked it up and examined it. She wore it everyday. She wore it even when our love was at its weakest. Even when I was unfaithful to her she still wore it. I put on the precious item so I could keep it as close to me as possible. Holding the last piece of her as close to my heart as I can. With tears in my eyes I decided right then and there that I would stop at nothing to get my lover back so that we could be okay.

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|Anime Fics|

Jujutsu Kaisen-

•Gojo Satoru

“I have And Always Will, Love You”

“His Eyes” (Image)

“Late Night Drive With Gojo”

“Be Okay” (Part 1 ) (Part 2) (Part 3)

“Bath Sex” 18+

“What’s he like?” (Image)

“Beach Days”

“Slow Down” 18+

•Toji Fushiguro

“What If?”

“Knowing Him”

“Bloody Lover” 18+

“Gun Practice

•Nanami Kento

“My Girl”

“More” 18+

“Time Spent Sweetly” (Image)

“Malaysia”

“His Maid” 18+

•Megumi Fushiguro

“This Is What You’ve Gotta Do”(Part 1) (Part2)

•Suguru Geto

“Forget” (Part 1) (Part 2) (Hiatus)

“Braiding His Hair”(Image)

“Failures”

Hunter x Hunter-

•Hisoka Morrow

“Why?” (Part 1) (Part 2)

“Carnival” (Image)

“Slutty Showers” 18+

Attack On Titan-

•Erwin Smith

“Riding Horses” (Image)

“Why Do You Care Now?”

•Eren Jeager

“Gone”

•Reiner Braun

“Strangers” (Part 1) (Part 2)

Demon Slayer-

•Tengen Uzui /His Wives

“Flamboyant Past Lovers”

“You’re What?”

“Miscarry”

“Flashy Mama”

“Another One?”

“It’s Gonna Be Okay”

“Mistakes”

“We’ll Take Care Of You”

“You’re Not A Burden”

“Demons Love”

“Reacting To You Being A Gyaru” (HC)

•Kyojuro Rengoku

“Flamboyant Past Lovers”

Rei, My Sister (OC)

•Muzan Kibutsuji

“Rarities”

“Art Eater”

“Women Do It Better”

“Date With Muzan”

“Yes Dear”

•Rui(Spider Demon)

“Big Sister”

•Sanemi Shinazugawa 

“Injured Hubby”

“Tied Up Surprises”

Gyomei Himejima

“Strength and Weakness”

“Gyomei’s Care” coming soon…

One Piece-

•Sir Crocodile

“Smokin With A Crocodile”

“Crocodile’s Tears” (Part 1) (Part 2) ,(Part3), (Part 4) (Part 5) coming soon…

•Kaku

“Flying Man”

D. Gray-Man-

“Reaction To A Mythical Creature”(HC)

|Live Action/Animated Fics|

House of The Dragon-

•Aemond Targaryen

“First Flight”

Marvel-

•Bucky Barnes

“Forgiveness” (Part 1) (Part 2)

•Hobie Brown

“Who Needs Words Anyway?”

DC-

•Poison Ivy

“Poisonous Passion” 18+

Supernatural -

•Sam Winchester

“Secrets Suck, Man”

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Nanami Kento x Reader

18+

Smut, degeneration, praise kink, rough sex, nanami is a soft dom. You’ve been antsy to try something new with Nanami and he’s happy to experiment.

Your pov

Nanami Kento is a very respectful man. In our relationship and in the bedroom. He’s always been so kind and considerate to me. When he’s making love to me, that’s all it is. Making love. Now I don’t despise that. I actually love how soft and considerate he is with my body. He’s always asking for consent and worshiping my body like no other before him. The very though makes me blush like crazy. I want to push his limits. I want to see him go feral. I want to see just how rough Nanami can be.

I’ll admit, when he’s at work I get a little antsy for him to come home. God, my pussy is went just thinking about how good he feels stuffed in me. Recently I’ve been watching a lot of BDSM porn. And now all I can think of is Nanami being extreme rough with me. Tying me up, spanking me, calling me a slut, slapping me, and fucking my throat.

Slowly I make my way to my clit and make little circles. My breath is shallow and there is a pleasurable tingling sensation between my legs. I imagine him there. Touching me. Using my body in unholy ways. I make my way to my hole, plunging my fingers into my wet crevice. It’s a burning sensation that feels good. But I need more. I take my other hand to my left nipple a squeeze and pull on it. Now my moans are loud and I’m beginning to feel fuzzy. I’m imagining he’s on top of me fucking me so rough that I’m screaming. The thought makes me go faster and that familiar feeling is bubbling up in my abdomen. After a little bit longer I cum; hard, screaming my boyfriends name. My moans are so loud from the pleasure I’ve just given myself. I didn’t even care about how loud I was. I just needed to cum. And so I did. Just as I was calming down from my pleasurable high…

“Well isn’t this a surprise” Nanami said with a smirk on his face.

“Kento!” I exclaimed.

“Y/n if you needed me so bad darling I could’ve skipped going to the bakery.” He spoke looking down at you still sprawled on your shared bed.

“No, it’s fine I was just-“

“Love?” Nanami interrupted

“Y-yes” I replied hesitantly “What do you want right now” Nanami questioned

“I- Um… I” I spoke hesitantly

“Say it!” He commanded

“I want you to fuck me! I want you to be rough with me. I love the sex we normally do, but Ken I want more.” I said with slight embarrassment

Nanami came up to me and crouched down by the bed. Slowly lifted his fingers and pushed my chin up so I could look into his beautiful lust filled eyes.

“Is that all you want, just for me to be rough” Nanami questioned with is voice lowering.

“I want you to…” I trailed off

“Be a good girl and tell me what you want” he said as he made his way to the bed.

“Spank me, slap me, choke me, bite me, tie me up, use me. I just want you to be rough. I want to cum really hard ken. I love the soft sex and I’m not saying that I don’t want that, I just want to do more…” I said feeling hot in the face as he made himself comfortable on top of my body.

“All you had to do was as my love. Now, I will be rough with you, but if you need to stop during anything we do, simply say stop. I promise you I will stop everything and make sure you’re alright. Is that clear?” Nanami spoke confidently

“Yes Ken, that’s perfect” I moaned quietly

“Yes what? I don’t think I heard you correctly” Nanami ordered.

“Yes sir” I said rubbing my thighs together.

“Good girl. So obedient” he praised

Third person pov

Nanami commands you to undress. You do so obediently. No hesitation. Now you’re laid out in front of a fully dressed Nanami. Exposed with your cum dripping out of your heat. After he studies you for awhile, he takes his tie off and grabs your wrists and ties them together. Nanami notices how nervous you are are immediately asks if you’re okay. To which you respond with a very quick yes. You know he would never hurt you just to hurt you. He absolutely loves you too much.

Nanami then tells you to turn around and put your ass in the air. Without warning, he spanks your ass so hard you yelp. He asks you again if you’re okay to which you respond you are. His large hand is relentless on your ass after that. Slap after slap. Moan after moan. He doesn’t stop until your ass is nice and red with very visible hand marks. Your ass stings, but it’s such an arousing feeling that you don’t mind it. If anything you want more. 

Suddenly he stops slapping your ass and begins caressing it. Kissing it and telling you how good of a job you did. You’re his good little slut, and he’s letting you know how good you did for him. How proud he is of your obedience. Such a good girl you are.

You hear his belt unbuckling and your try to turn your head to see. And there he is in all of his glory. Nanami dick is hard and veiny. With a very large pink tip oozing precum. You remember how hard it was fitting it inside you. But that’s when Nanami was gentle with you. Normally it took him a few minutes to fully it in.

Nanami took two of his fingers and plunged them into your heat. You immediately began moaning from the familiar feeling. God, it always felt good for you. He is very skilled with his fingers and always makes you cum hard from them. He was much tougher than he normally was and you felt yourself reaching your high faster than you ever have. Just as you were about to cum, he took his fingers out.

“Hey, I was just about to cum. Why did you stop” you wined

“You cum when I say you do. Is that understood.” Nanami said

“But-“ you whined

“Is that understood?” He asked

“Yes sir” you replied

“Good girl” Nanami praised

You then heard the drawer opening and Nanami grabbing an XL condom from the box. He then opened it and slowly slid the condom down his length. Making sure that it was on there perfectly. As much as Nanami dreams of being a father, he’s simply not ready for that yet. Maybe in a few years when you’re both ready for that type of responsibility.

Finally the moment you both were waiting for. Nanami then slid his dick inside of you. Not giving you any time to stretch to his length. He started pounding you with full force. The sound of slapping filled your shared apartment as did the sound of your pleasurable moans.

You were so close to reaching your high. You knew it and Nanami knew it. He was close too. The feeling of your walls clenching on him like this was so much different from the vanilla the two of you were only doing. Nanami loves going soft with you, but it really does feel so good being rough with his girl. He knows now that you can take it. That you are so obedient with him. He’s so excited for what else you can take. Just thinking about it makes him even harder than he already was.

Nanami kept hitting that sweet spot and without warning you cum yelling Nanami’s name. Your eyes blur from the high you just reached. Your breath is heavy and you have tears in your eyes. However, Nanami isn’t finished yet. He’s close so close. Hearing the way you moan his name makes him feel so good. Soon enough he reached his high as well. Just as he is about to cum, he takes the condom off. Thick ropes of cum are shot on your back and Nanami grunts loudly saying your name.

After you both catch your breaths, Nanami takes a t shirt and wipes his cum off of you. At this point you feel limp and your legs are wobbling. Nanami kisses your forehead and praises you for how well you took his dick. Slowly and carefully, he picks up your body and puts you in the bathtub. He turns on the tub filling it up with the right temperature of water. He then puts bath salts in as well because he knows how much you love bathing with them.

Kento then takes your body wash and a cloth and washes your body. Making sure to be gentle with you. All he desires is to take care of you. You do so well for him. This is the least that he could do. Soon after he washes you, Nanami gets in himself and pulls your now washed body to his chest and the two of you rest.

“That was so wonderful.” You sigh curling up in his chest.

“Yes, that was. Are you feeling okay, love” Kento questions

“Oh yes, thank you Kento.” you say in an exhausted tone.

“Would you be willing to go even further with me in the future?” He asked after a moment of peaceful silence.

“Absolutely!” You beam getting up slightly as you looked at him with pure excitement

“I’m glad, but just know that if you ever aren’t fully comfortable with something, we do not need to do it. My love, sex is a want not a need and I desire your love and respect above all else” Nanami says lovingly stroking your hair and coaxing you back on his chest.

“Thank you so much for saying that. I promise I’ll tell you if it gets too much. I do wanna try new things with you. So I’m glad to know that despite that, there is not pressure. Thank you for tonight I love you” you say

“I love you to y/n. No matter what happened that will never change.” Kento hummed enjoying having the women he loves in his arms.

Hey, so this is my first smut ever. I hope you guys like it. I will get better at writing these hopefully soon.😁

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My Girl

Nanami Kento xfem!Reader

Fluff, established relationship, fem pronouns. A short story where Nanami thinks about the most beautiful things about you.

Nanami Pov

There is this woman. She is beautiful. She holds herself with such grace and elegance even if she swears against it. I find her charming and alluring. No time in my life had I thought a single person could make my heart glow with such passion. I need her. And I’ve never needed anyone this way. Just her.

Her hair is beautiful. I adore the way it shines in sun when we are out on our evening strolls. Her laugh is loud, but filled with joy. I normally cannot tolerate such a bold laugh, but If it’s hers, I simply adore it. The way she carries herself with such pride makes my heart burn with love. She is confident now. She didn’t use to be, but she realized how strong she was. And for that I am proud.

I consider myself lucky to know such a woman. Truthfully I don’t know what I did to deserve the honor of loving and caring for her. Im glad she allowed me to stay with her. For my life has been more enjoyable knowing she is mine. And I am hers.

I am forever grateful to whatever force led her to me. Soon I hope to propose to her. And I truly hope she consents to this. For I know she is the only woman for me. I’ve known that for a very long time now. We’ve been together for two years now and before that I loved her well back into our school years.

I love her in every way possible to man. I always will love her and care for her. I do this because she is…

My Girl

Thank you so much for reading❤️

This one is a lot shorter than normal, but I will be making more Nanami fics.

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