His Perfect Little Wife

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•°His Perfect Little Wife °•

Nanami turning feral over your submissive domestic ways.

• CW : Nanami being a slightly hard Dom, Rough sex, pet names, impact play [If you squint], Cursing, Cervix touching.

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Nanami Kento was considered a very upkept man. His colleagues could tell you that they have honestly never seen him discombobulated, or angry or disorganized. Some would say he was the 'perfect' man. He always came in with his calm, cool and collected manner. It was envious that he never seemed to have trouble in his life.

Hair combed back, suit clean and pressed to perfection. Coffee, just the way he liked it, in hand and all documents organized in folders, perfectly set so that he could have a perfect day without any disruptions to his continuous everyday cycle. They always asked him how he did it. How he was able to always have a smooth, uninterrupted day.

And to put it in the most simplistic way that he could, he always replied with a very simple answer. You.

Now to most of his colleagues, they couldn't quite understand what he would mean. How could a simple housewife, who possibly did nothing at home, make sure this very successful man had a perfect day almost every day.

Nanami, of course, never went into detail. Men were greedy, especially these men. He would never give them the many details about how you always turn him into the most discombobulated man ever by just being a good wife.

Even now, his cock was straining in his suit pants with a never ending need for you. You were so on schedule and so on point for him. Always getting up at 6:30 to get his clothes and suit case ready, soon after, starting his breakfast so that by the time he's out of the shower, you both can eat together.

Making his lunch and filling his thermos with coffee so he can take it to work with him. He loved that he never had to take care of the small things in life. You made it easier for him to focus on the bigger picture. You made it easier for him to take care of you. He always made sure that you were well taken care of and the simple fact that you took care of his home, even his smallest of needs, made him work harder to please you.

You were perfect. You were his.

He would've never considered himself a possessive man, but that was until you entered his life, and as much as he would love to brag about you and show you off, something in his just wouldn't allow him to share anything about you. Of course you've been seen with him on occasions, but Nanami never brought you up if he didn't have too. And when anyone would ask about you, specifically a male, he would always give cold answers, his irritation growing quickly.

Apart of him hated you for how out-of-place you made him feel, and that pent up aggression would always be released upon your soft body.

God, your body. He loved how soft you were compared to his rough and hard one. He loved the way his hands sunk into your flesh. Your plump thigh that he loved to grab and squish.

The fullness of your tits (small boobs can be full too!) ,down to the plumply flesh of your ass.

But his favorite was the soft, delicious set of lips that you held between your legs.

"Nanami? You alright there bud?" He didn't realize he had spaced out. Mostly caught up in his head over all the things he would do to you when he got home. He was sweating but his face kept a stoic expression, but no doubt he knew they knew.

For the first time in years, they had just witnessed Nanami acting out of place. Anger silently crept and soon you were going to be at the end of it's wrath.

It was your fault for being so perfect.

Looking at the clock, Nanami quickly grabbed all his stuff, stuffing whatever he could into his briefcase, before he left without saying another word. Gojo cackling in the back ground at his sudden lack of composure. If anyone knew about how you made Nami feel, it would him.

Quickly getting into his car, he sped off, racing home to you.

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There you were. Slaving away over the hot stove, just too have a nice dinner ready for when he got home. Sadly it wasn't ready as Nanami didn't have to come home for another hour.

He stood there watching you move back and forth. Seasoning whatever meat you decided on for tonight.

You were in a pair of black booty shorts and a regular sports bra that nicely lifted your breast. He couldn't help but give you a once over. Shamelessly letting his eyes fall down your legs then back up, stopping at your ass, before his eyes landed on the back of your head.

Some would say he's being creepy but to him, he was just admiring the woman who chose him to be her husband. You were his and he was going to look and appreciate your beauty whenever he could.

Blood rushed to his groin making him grip his hard-on. It was so hard and ready to be seathed in his second home that resided in the neighborhood of your legs. He thought about the many times he had came home to ravish you. Bent over the bathtub that you were cleaning. On top of the washer machine as you did his laundry. Over the table you had just set for dinner, shit, he fucked you all over the house.

You were unaware that your husband was home. To busy fixing dinner and finishing the rest of your chores to notice. It wasn't until you had bent over, opening your oven to place the stuffed chicken inside. It was faint, and if you could identify the sound it would've been the faintest sound of a zipper pulling down.

You shot up, quickly turning to face the noise. Your breath hitched seeing your husband home so early. "Hi honey, how was work?" You asked, glancing at your phone to check the time.

He was about 45 minutes early which was unusual. When he didn't respond, you faced him again with worry. "What's wrong baby?" A pout graced your lips as you caressed his sweaty face.

"Oh my God, your hot and sweaty! What happened?" Panick filled you. Your husband was home early, not responding, hot and sweaty. You've never seen him like this unless he –

Wait. . .

You glanced down at his undone suit pants, he dick already out and throbbing with need. You could clearly see the shiny bead forming at his tip.

'Fuck' you thought to yourself, 'he's never come home like this before. What the hell happened.'

You lift your gaze to meet his eyes. A soft gasp left your lips. You knew this was serious, seeing as his glasses were already off. No time to think, a hand gripped your throat. A squeal leaving your lips at the same time your arousal started to leak. As if your body was reacting to his. The same intensity, the same heat.

You could feel sweat start to form under your pits as well as your forehead. Nanami placed his warm lips against yours with so much passion. Sucking and biting them. Tasting them like it was his last meal. He backed you into the nearest counter, picking you up but your fat and placing you on top of it. Slowly making love to your tongue with his, he let his other hand drift to the inside of your panties. Finding your little pleasure nub, rubbing with just enough friction.

"Ah!" You moaned out only for it to be caught abd muffled by your lust-filled husband. Nanami felt your slick gathering — hiding behind your folds and sliding down to your entrance. He took this chance to plunge his two middle fingers inside your wet cavern, quickly finding his favorite spot to play with.

"Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!" You couldn't help but break from his mouth to wail out profanities. He was fucking you so good with his fingers that you already had the urge to cum.

Clenching and un-clenching in a repeated cycle over and over again. "Are you gonna cum for me baby? Yea?"

"Yesss Nami! Fuck!" You screamed, making him chuckle. He loved that you were being compliant today. Usually he would have to pull it out of you, but today was different. She knew he needed control. She knew he didn't need anything to make him feel worse than he did.

He had lost control today, and you were going to let him fuck you to get it back. To help him sate his lust and find composure. First he needed to hear you.

"Who's pussy is this baby?" He thrust his fingers deeper in you, but at a slower pace. pushing you to the edge but not over. "Pleaseeee Nami! You know it's yours!"

He sent a smack to your back side. "I didn't ask what I know, I asked you who's is it my pretty little wife." Nanami pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you had a chance to deepen it, making you whine for him.

Sometimes you hated when he acted like this, you hated not getting what you wanted, and that was rare, but the other side of loved his torment. You loved knowing that you were the only one who could make him this way. "It's yours daddy."

"You're such a good girl, and do you know what good girls get?" He spoke to you in a deep husky voice. You loved it. You loved how it made you feel.

Your pussy throbbed around his finger and your pretty sure he felt it. "Good girls get to cum." He smirked, working his fingers faster and faster and faster until the damn broke.

"Ahhh yesssss!" You pulled him closer to you as your hips undulated with every thrust of his fingers. Nanami felt his hand drenched as your essence shot from your swollen wet pussy.

"You made such a mess baby, see? Look." Taking his hand, he smeared your juices on your face before pulling you into a sloppy kiss.

You didn't even have time to catch your breath before he did. He pulled you down from the counter, turned and bent you over the same said counter top. Folding your arms behind your back, he plunged his hot dick inside your spasming cunt. "Ah! Nami! Be g-gentle!"

But he doesn't. Instead he fucked you harder, faster. Deep calculated thrust that penatrated the deepest parts of your canal. Every thrust caused you to stand on the tips of your toes. He was hurting you, yes, but it was a pleasurable pain. A welcomed pain.

He pressed his cock into your cervix as he was fully seathed inside you. He was fueled by every 'ugh' and 'ah yes' you made. Driving deeper into you just to hear you scream 'Daddy!" Everytime.

"Please daddy! It's too deep, it hurts!" You cried out. Your pussy was pulsing as you came, and he was riding your wave to his peak. No matter how much you wanted him to come, he took his sweet time getting there. He loved hearing you beg, to scream his name.

He was feral, and it was all your fault.

With a few more quick thrusts, he stilled himself, shooting his warm seed deep into your womb. You felt it coating your insides — even spilling from your throbbing heat.

"Whew. . ." You felt your husband's breath on your back. He was breathing heavy. He rubbed up and down your back, caressing your asscheeks whenever he could.

"Sorry my precious little flower. I promise to make it up to you."

And he would. How could he not. You were his precious little wife.

And he loved his precious little wife.

daddy eren🫶🏽🥺😫🥹

MUSICIAN! EREN AS A DAD😭😭?

ayooooo!!! 😭🥹🥹😭 listen, not only would the entire world have to stop when his child is born but that would one hundred percent, without a shadow of a doubt..be his twinnem! First and foremost, this man would bawl his eyes out the second he finds out you’re pregnant. He’d be absolutely thrilled that he’s going to be a father..running to tell all his boys about it and literally happy as hell. Right away, he starts working on a nursery, getting things ready and of course, waiting on his darling wife hand and foot. Attends all the appointments, makes sure you’re okay..like superrr involved in the process. Once that little bundle of joy is here, Eren is a completely different man. That dumb boy you had to drag out of the studio some nights? No more. He’d got his little angel on his chest, swaddled up in a blanket in bed so you can get some rest. When he does have to work, he doesn’t want to be away from his baby too long so he’s ready to finish up and get back to them ASAP! Never misses an opportunity to remind everyone he’s a father now. You don’t have to ever worry about a thing. Some nights, when his child is crying and you’re too exhausted, he’ll sneak into the nursery and rock them back to sleep. You’ll hear his beautiful voice all the way down the hall, helping soothe the baby and you just want to tear up because he really is the greatest dad ever. When they get older, he’s taking them everywhere with him. The little mini me tugging at his pant leg and trailing behind wherever he goes. And yes, he definitely would have your child in the studio with him, sitting on his lap and learning to mix and master songs. “And see, that button makes it get louder.” (he can’t help himself, really.) Also, he’d sneak them things that you said they couldn’t have. “We’re not supposed to have candy for breakfast but don’t tell momma..” and pleaseee don’t get me started on the fits. If you thought you were spoiled, oh, y’all’s kid would be the flyest in the room at ALL times. Jordan’s, Rick Owens..I mean, DRESSED, just like mommy and daddy. His baby would never have to want for anything and neither would you. He would be so happy to have a family of his own and strive to be the best dad ever.

aww, baby sora!!🫶🏽😭

girll i need more of plug eren and his family. what would happen if his wife goes into labor while he’s out selling?

“ i cant do this without him “

pairings: plug eren x prego black reader

you were sweating, exposed and crying. it was too much at once. once you felt cramping and looked down to see that your water broke. your sister anastasia scooped you, and drove off fast to the hospital.

you didn’t like how much people were looking at your bare fucking vagina. your sister quiet and eyes wide. she was stuck, in awe and disgust a little. she was by your side. only looking at the doctor.

“where the fuck is eren?” anastasia mumbles to herself.

anastasia didn’t have eren’s number. frankly.. didn’t have anything of his. she was dating connie though, so she called him.

“i’ll be right back y/n, i promise.” ana says. you felt tears running down your face, “i can’t.” you say. your eyebrows furrowed. the doctor looks at you, “we’ll go slow. we don’t want to hurt you. you got this.” she says.

you shake your head, “no i.. i can’t. i can’t do this without him.” you cry. the doctor bites the inside of her cheek.

meanwhile, eren was at some ransom’s house. selling, like always. oblivious to what was happening at the moment.

he was rolling up when connie ran up to him. eren looks at him, mugging him.

“what?” he asks. connie’s face was red and his eyes were wide, “it’s y/n. she’s having the baby!” he says. eren drops the blunt, “what?!? fuck fuck fuck! come on.” he says.

he runs out of the house, connie close behind him.

“bring yo fatass on, connie!” he shouts. connie furrows his eyebrows, “you’re going no faster than me?!” connie says.

they both hop into the car, eren driving faster than light. once they reach the hospital, they both run in. eren looks at the desk lady, “y/n yeager, please what room?” he asks. the lady stares at him, “WHAT’S THE FUCKING ROOM NUMBER?!” connie shouts.

the lady jumps, “okay okay… room 330.” she says. they go to the room, seeing ana and your father standing outside of the door.

eren looks at both of them, connie walks up to ana.

“what are you guys doing out here?” eren asks. they both look at each other, “y/n needs you, eren. our mom and our grandma are in there. but she needs you eren.” ana answers.

eren nods, “thank you, eren.” y/n’s father says. eren softly smiles to him, “go in!” ana shouts. eren walks into the room. seeing your grandma with her hand over her masked mouth, and your mom almost crying.

you’re already crying. eren walks up to you, you looks up at him.

“i can’t.. i’m sorry ren. i can’t do it.” you cry out. eren shakes his head, “yes you can, mama. you got it, you survived 9 months. you got this.” he says.

he steps closer to you, grabbing your hand and your head laying on his lower stomach. your head was pounding, you felt like you were going to pass out any second.

it was about 30 minutes later when your baby girl was born. her crying made you feel relief. your hand still sweaty, and squeezing eren’s. eren look at the baby, “oh my god.. she’s beautiful.” he .

he looks back down at you, “baby?” he says. your head felt limp, like you were sleep. he looked at your chest, it was still rising up and down.

eren bends down to your level, his hand on your face. wiping away tears and sweat, “look at me,

y/n.” he says. you look at him slowly, still crying. he smiles at you, “you did it. i told you, i’m sorry i wasn’t there for the first half.” he says.

you shake your head, “you were here. i would’ve been grateful if you were here for 5 minutes.” you whisper. your voice basically gone. the doctor cleans you up, and fixes your position so you’re laying down regularly.

it was 2 hours later. eren, ana, and connie in the room. you were sleep, been sleep ever since you found out the baby was fully okay. they ran the tests on her, and everything.

she was prefect, your hair, lips and eyes. meanwhile, she had eren’s eyebrows, nose and face structure. her skin was a mix of both.

eren was staring at you, stroking you hair and face. he was so glad you and the baby were okay.

ana was holding your baby. her name was officially sora. she was 7 pounds. she was perfect.

the door to the room slightly opened, eren looked over to see nami. nami smiles at the sight of her parents.

“daddy!” she says. eren shushes her, “mommy’s sleeping.” he whispers. nami nods, “sorry daddy.” she says. eren kisses her forehead, “it’s okay, angel. go with uncle connie.” he says.

nami gasps, looking around the room. connie smiles at nami, opening his arms.

“uncle corny!” she says, running into his arms. connie looks at eren, “we’re gonna go get some food.” he says.

eren nods, “take your time.” they leave the room. ana looks at eren, “oh shit.. i have to go eren. i still have work tonight.” she says.

eren shrugs, “it’s okay.” he whispers. ana hands sora to him, “call me if she needs me.” she walks out of the room.

he looks at sora, “you’re one of the most beautiful things ever.” he mumbles. sora furrows her eyebrows softly, like she was mugging his words.

eren laughs, “you definitely got your mama’s personality.”

I was just re reading the musician eren and model/influencer reader and wanted to know if you were still doing their story or a part 2?

omg idk how long ago this was sent to me but I’m def still working on the story. but since I’m obsessed with this hc all over again, I’m spinning the block on it.

musician Eren with his black influencer wife imagines pt. 1 (how they first met)

cw: fluff mostly, kissing and mentions of alcohol, weed and implied sexual themes

Eren was definitely considered a loner when it came to being in the music industry. Despite having been in it since he was a teen. He was no stranger to the fangirling or the sexualizing and when he was younger, he thought it was funny but now, it annoyed the hell out of him.

because of this, he’d leave his loyal fanbase waiting for months or a year on a new project.

his ass definitely doesn’t use social media like that and when he does, he’s either speaking in riddles or lying for fucking sport just to see people scramble.

regardless of that, he was not only one of the world’s most popular but well versed artists as well. gifted with the ability to sing, rap, play instruments, write and produce..a generational talent for sure.

to him, music was his only love for the longest. he wasn’t interested in dating another pop star or hooking up with random models so the blogs could go tell his business.

that was until he met you..the new age celebrity and the woman who’d change his life!

having being forced into unwillingly doing a club appearance by his agent Mikasa, who’s used to dealing with his annoying, shut-in attitude, tells him he has no other choice or the label will boot his ass out for certain. She also tells him he’ll be co-hosting with you so to be on his best behavior.

he’s a little on the fence because he doesn’t see why you need to be there and how you’d draw out a crowd.

of course, his perception changed when he laid eyes on you for the first time. Instagram photos didn’t do you justice. You were a special type of fine with the prettiest dark skin and a body that most of these girls paid for (but he was shocked to find yours was all natural.)

“….I can’t believe I’m getting to meet THE Eren Jaeger in the flesh. It’s an honor..I’m a huge fan.” Naturally, he thinks you’re just being nice and doesn’t really pay it much attention but as the night goes on, he realizes that you were right.

he performs a couple of songs, both recent and old; ones only his true fans would remember and he’s shocked to look over and see that you not only know every word but we’re shouting the lyrics to the top of your lungs like a fangirl. (and even throwing ass on him couple of his raps, which made him almost forget his own words for a second!)

he’s in disbelief that this beautiful woman, who he figured to be just another industry plant fucks with him this heavily. He didn’t even realize he was still so popular or that you’d even like his music.”

when you get on the mic and not only blow him a kiss but give him his flowers as well, he’s so happy and flattered. Especially when the crowd does the same.

that only becomes more so when the two of you spend the rest of your night, chopping it up in the rented section. you tell him how you’d been a dancer first and then transitioned into a model.

he realized that you both had a lot in common when it came to your stances on the music game. You too preferred to stay out the way and baby, was this man SMITTEN. from your sweet little voice to the way you looked at him, he hadn’t felt that way in a long time.

he’s laughing at your jokes and you’re doing the same. You both spot a fan in the crowd, taking pictures and ready to run to the internet with them so like the troll he is, he pretends to kiss you, running a hand up your thigh and plays up the moment. “Let’s give their asses something to tweet about…”

this man starts spitting game too and you can’t believe this is real. you don’t stop him either because this man was so fine and one of your few celebrity crushes.

when he realizes that you’ve done your performances and things are getting heavy between y’all, he’s ready to dip but hoping you’ll tag along so he shoots his shot. He was sick of all his friends clowning him for not being with a girl in nearly two years.

“..it’s getting kinda crowded so I’m ‘bout to head out. What you getting into once you leave? I’d love to keep this conversation going.” nervous as hell when he asks but you’d never know it. Because he’s damn near smooth talked you up outta your clothes (courtesy of. the liquid courage and the weed he smoked).

honestly, it’s not a question and when the two of you ducked off to the back corner of the club, away from prying eyes..you give him your answer.

“I’m with whatever..you just lead the way.” and best believe, the night is only beginning…

oh, me and my endless brainrot of this headcanon. Because I love some good fluff/crack. I’m just picturing Eren joining his wife’s Instagram live. And miss girl, who’s in the midst of doing a GRWM or doing an unboxing of some PR package a brand sent you gets interrupted because this man is like the biggest baby ever when it’s just the two of them. Like I’m talking full on wants to be the little spoon, getting his hair played with until he falls asleep…not the man who raps about guns, drugs and the occult by a long shot! You’re in the middle of patting your face, talking to your followers and you see the chat start losing their shit because one of the world’s most famous artists is standing in your bedroom. Mind you, this man literally falls off the face of the earth until he releases a project so it’s wild to see him. He hates interrupting your work but he’s also curious as to what a day in his precious (y/n)’s professional life is like so bc your followers are asking to see him, he comes and joins.

“You guys, look who it is!”

at first, he feels out of place because it’s nothing but women in the comments and it’s like he’s intruding on your live but (y/n) gets him to loosen up. “I just missed my baby, that’s all.”

even though you’re a room apart and he just saw you (such a sweet lovesick boy ugh)

You’re drinking wine, doing your makeup, dancing to music and chatting with the ladies and he grabs a glass too. After about his second one…his ass is gone from renowned producer to one of the girls! Giving advice to some of the viewers who’re telling you about man problems. He’s asking to help, and he starts feeling himself when you tell him he’s blending the eyeshadow good. Not to mention when you start laying the wig and you’re now trying to figure out how the hell he knows what a frontal and buss-down are.

“Hold on, let’s lay the baby hairs and then you’ll be looking real good.”

“What you know about laying a wig, Eren?”

“I’m a professional, girl. Don’t worry about it.”

with all the sass in the world. And the chat is just eating it up! And you’re just so happy that he finally feels comfortable enough to interact and be a part of your world too! Hours after it’s finished and y’all are going to bed. He’s like, “that was fun. I’m glad you let me join.” even asks can he do it again. Just a big dumb man supporting his woman. 🥹🤍

this gives me life 😍

musician eren x black influencer wife imagines p2. (dating phase)

this is still going to be a full series, it’s just taking a while to finish the first chapter! 😭

themes: both sfw and nsfw, phone sex, kinda pervy (ish) eren, back shots, pussy eating, unprotected sex, slight mention of angst, spoiled rotten reader 🤭

from that night on in the club, the two of you were attached at the hip. Always talking in your little bit of free time and following each other (and you’re like one of the only four people he does). He even throws a few comments on your pictures and everybody loses it because he never does that.

all the stan accounts on Twitter swear that y’all are fucking and he does nothing to correct it either. Because he wishes it were true. Even likes some of the tweets just to throw everybody off.

“Shit, if they say it’s true, then I guess it is. I’m not clearing up a damn thing. Let ‘em think what they want.” (he’d never tell you but sometimes, he ‘relieves stress’ by daydreaming about what it would be like.)

would sometimes scroll your feed and when he’d see a video of you on the pole or even twerking in some string bikini, it’d get him all riled up and he’d become frustrated until he couldn’t take it.

eren really hadn’t seen or been intimate with anyone in years so he was a little rusty when it came to communication. He hadn’t had to worry about another person or check in so he’d go hours or even days without responding but when he did, he was happy to talk to you.

“..sorry ‘bout that. Just been working a lot. I missed you though.”

baby boy was committed to you and his music only so you knew he wasn’t capping. You wouldn’t have to worry about his ass cheating..ever! Too much effort and he was infatuated.

you didn’t press him too much because you respected his hustle and he done the same. Having a woman around that was about her bread and none of the bullshit was a sigh of relief. Even though your job was social media, you never engaged the rumors and kept your business private.

the sexual tension between y’all is CRAZY though. It’s even more fun than the act itself. The texts, the teasing..the FaceTime calls! That’s where it gets real nasty. Masturbating for each other when you were alone, telling you all the things he wanted.

“I’m putting it in your guts when I see you..fucking you on sight, for real..”

there were no worries of him taking advantage or using this to label you as a ho. He appreciated that you’d even share such intimate things with him. Things that the rest of the world couldn’t see.

which is why it was all the more fun when the two of you linked up and made those fantasies a reality. You’d come by his studio when you were in town, wearing something tight just so he’d want to rip it off.

“..you wore this just for me? Pretty ass..I love it.” Something about those compliments from him just hit DIFFERENT. 😫 damn the Instagram comments.

he always made your wait well worth it. You’d heard his lyrics so you knew his ass was some pressure..but nothing could prepare you for it. Sometimes you’d only have about 48 hours together and he wanted to spend 24 of them fucking the shit out of you.

tells everybody not to hit his line for a damn thing while you’re here because he has ‘important business to handle.’

from eating your pussy in the front seat of his Wraith after dinner (loves when you grab his hair and puts his face in it)

HE DEFINITELY EATS IT WITH HIS GRILLS IN TOO! The bottom row with gold slugs and diamonds in them!!!!!

to letting his chain hit your face while he’s deep stroking your shit. Loves back shots on the balcony and making you squirt.

was low key scared he’d either come too quick or hurt you but even after all that time, he still had it. You didn’t make it easy though!

talks you through those nuts so good, you’re two seconds from living in his skin. “I know, baby. I know…and you’re doing so good. You taking this dick just like you said.” (and it’s big too bitch like omg! 🥴)

honestly, he had always been a freak but he couldn’t just give that dick to anybody because he’d definitely created a couple of stalkers in his lifetime and it wasn’t fun. You were the person to bring out that side again. Because of it, everyone notices a change in his mood and how much happier he seems.

although you never pressed him about making things official, it never made it easier when you had to leave again and go your separate ways. None of it felt real..he knew he wanted you but he was scared of commitment and screwing it up.

causes a little bit of a rift for a minute and you question if he’s just using you for album inspo or a quick fuck.

but when you’re packing to head to the airport one morning; tears in your eyes and ready to break down, he pulls you to his chest and says what you had been waiting to hear.

“…I don’t want you to go, (y/n). I love you..but we’re both grown and got things we’re chasing. So we’ll do whatever to make this work..promise.”

and he sticks to that..months pass..y’all are going strong and are happier than ever. You spend every second that’s possible together and even learn to take a few extra days for yourselves. Taking trips out of the country to just to stay out of the cut and makes you his top priority.

gifts of every variety from Birkins to jewelry, he cops it for you. Much like everything he does, he perfects it and is the ideal boyfriend.

You’re spoiled rotten, having your way on and offline and even he has to admit it’s cute watching you flex your new things..leaving everyone to speculate who’s sponsoring. But that’s y’all’s little secret. The relationship is wonderful and the best one you’ve ever had.