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Nanami Kento with an S/O who is a stay at home mom headcanons.

Nanami x fem!reader

Genre: fluff, sfw

Nanami, who doesn’t say anything as he sets his jacket on the hook and slides into his house shoes. He picks up his son, pressing a kiss to his soft hair, breathing in his sweet scent. He can see the relief in your eyes that he’s finally home. It’s been a hard day. The baby is cutting new teeth, tearing the house apart and both of you are on the verge of another mental breakdown. He keeps the baby cradled in his arms as he wanders over to you, pressing his lips to your forehead.

Nanami who doesn’t say anything but whispers a simple, you’re so beautiful, into your hair. He can see the way your shoulders sag in relief that the baby has finally stopped crying now that his dad is home. It’s quiet and you lean your forehead against your stoic husband’s shoulder as the silence finally starts to ease the throbbing in your head. He brings one arm around you, tucking you close as he trails his fingers up and down your spine lightly, soothing you as you bury your face in his shoulder.

Nanami, who guides you to the couch and forces you to sit. You subconsciously reach for the baby and he cuts you a sharp look. “No, I’ve got him.” No other words leave him as he brings a throw blanket that was haphazardly tossed on the couch over your legs. He kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your eyelids and then your nose. “Rest please. I’ll be back in a few moments.” He cups the back of your head and rubs his fingers on your scalp, your eyes closing as the pressure in your head lightens even more. Within seconds, you’re relaxed back into the couch, not quite sleeping, just dozing as he moves away from you and makes his way to the baby’s room.

You don’t know how long you’ve been out, but you wake to the sound of the front door opening. It’s late evening and you sit up, relieved that your head ache is gone.

Nanami, who’s taken the time while you were napping to get the baby dressed and slip out quietly. He’s taken him for a walk in the baby carrier, keeping the small boy strapped to his chest while he walks down the street to your favorite take out restaurant. He’d never tell you, but he’s agitated with himself that he somehow didn’t notice sooner how tired you were. His work takes him away a lot and can keep him away for hours or days at a time. You’d never once complained, just always greeted him with a smile and kiss when he walks through the door. You never once complained when your son was born, taking on motherhood almost entirely by yourself some days. How did it slip his notice that you were wearing thin? That you were burning both ends of the candle and about ready to fall over. Looking down at his wide eyed curious infant, he promised himself he was going to be involved more. Help you more. Make sure that you were taken care of too, instead of you just taking care of them.

Nanami, who hasn’t noticed you’re awake yet, so you stay there, studying the two most important men in your life. He still hasn’t made a move toward you yet, calmly setting take out bags on the counter. It seems like it’s been a few hours since he left and the baby is now sound asleep in his carrier. Nanami still hasn’t noticed you’re awake, but he just simply put the baby to bed. Upon his return to the living room, he graces you with a smile as you blink up at him. He brings you food, making sure that you eat and hydrate. You two talk quietly about your days, and it shocks you when he sets down his chopsticks, reaching across your small coffee table to take your hands in his.

Nanami, who apologizes for neglecting your needs lately. For failing to notice how tired you’ve been. Nanami who slides you into his lap and brushes your hair back off your shoulders as you stare at him wide eyed wondering just what the hell he’s talking about.

“I haven’t been grateful enough for all that you do for me and our son. You take care of the house, him, me. You do it all with a smile and don’t ask me for anything in return and I feel like I’ve taken advantage of that in the fact that I’ve failed to notice how tired you’ve been. How much you’ve needed a break.” Your eyes well with tears as he speaks, the fact that he recognizes how hard you’ve worked filling an ache in your heart you didn’t even realize was there. You start to cry, grateful that he’s recognized just how hard you’ve worked to keep them both happy.

Nanami, who runs you a bath, undressing you and setting you down in the tub. He presses kisses to your neck and shoulders, washing your hair for you. He massages you, his large hands working out every muscle, ridding them of tension and knots. He worships you, loving you so gently and fully that you’re putty in his hands. You’re completely and totally relaxed all tension gone.

Nanami, who dries you off with a huge fluffy towel and carries you to bed. He strips himself of his clothes and slides in the sheets next to you, stroking his fingers up and down your spine. You tuck yourself into his side, eyes drifting closed as he continues to soothe you.

Nanami, who watches as your eyes drift closed, your face completely relaxed in sleep, rosy lips parted as you breathe softly. He stroked his fingers over your cheek bones and jawline, satisfied that for at least tonight he’s made good on his promise.

Nanami, who in that moment, promises himself yet again that he will cherish you, love you, show you his appreciation for all that you do. For the way you make him the best version of himself. He kisses your forehead one final time before he himself drifts off to sleep, his heart full of your love. It’s a soothing knowledge to him that that’s all he’ll ever need.

Nanami Kento Boyfriend Headcanons

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SFW 

You struck G.O.L.D: The Nanami Kento A.D.O.R.E.S you. 

Before dating, you and Nanami were close friends for a year.

Overwhelmed by the concept of dating, Nanami was too frightened to allow others into his heart. 

Nanami believed that everything he ever loved was too quickly ripped away from his grasp. If Nanami began to love you, you could be exposed to unspeakable dangers. Nanami could never forgive himself if you were hurt. 

Sure, the gap was grueling, but Nanami needed assurance that he could protect you. He couldn’t bear to lose someone as precious as you. 

Overtime, Nanami trusted you enough to reveal every terrible memory and experience he encountered. Nanami has a terrible past that shocked you, but you assured him, “You shouldn’t be ashamed of your life. It has shaped you into the man you are today.” 

Once you reassured Nanami that you’ll always love him, he responded, “I’m lucky to be with an angel.” 

A    H.U.G.E.   G.E.N.T.L.E.M.A.N. 

Talk about a courteous, polite, and respectful man. Nanami is always saying please and thank you to everyone, including you.

Acknowledges the difference between confidence and arrogance. 

You’ll never open a door for yourself. The front door of your shared household and your car door both apply. 

Will drape his blazer over your shoulders if you’re cold. 

I get Dad energy - but you don’t have kids… yet. 

Nanami hasn’t hinted, but he wants two boys and one girl - relatively soon. (Even if he says, “kids are a pain in my ass.”)

Nanami is the definition of CLEAN:

Your shared household is s.p.o.t.l.e.s.s: 

The laundry is always folded perfectly. 

Your bed appears to come directly from a home improvement magazine. 

The kitchen is free of dirty dishes. 

Yet, you never have to lift a finger; Nanami takes care of everything.

Nanami is extremely shy. When he first met your parents, nervousness radiated from his body. His palms were clammy, his forehead dripped with sweat, and he fiddled with his fingers. He isn’t great at meeting new people you consider important. He, “must make a good impression.” 

Conversing with Nanami comes easy: You both enjoy sitting on the porch, overlooking the scenery, and naturally discussing anything and everything. 

You LOVE watching Nanami get dressed for work. 

When it is 5:00 a.m., you’ll watch from your bed as Nanami ties his tie or adjusts the blazer on his shoulders. You’ll discover yourself mesmerized; he’s too handsome. 

Invests in a TON of expensive clothing. 

Yes, he hands you his black card saying, “I know you want to go shopping.” (Well, if you insist.) 

Nanami doesn’t enjoy shopping, but he accompanies you because he enjoys spending time with you. He asks, “Y/N, please find something for me.” 

Adores the huge smile residing on your face if you’re trying on clothes in the dressing room.

“You look beautiful; I’ll buy it for you.” 

Just IMAGINE Nanami as a C.E.O. 

He does that sexy thing where he tugs his blazer together fastening the button on his chest.

Invested in a collection of Rolex watches. 

Imagine the smell this man’s cologne… 

LOVES seeing you wear his oversized button-down shirts. 

Nanami has a secret talent; he professionally plays the violin and the piano. 

Nanami is frequently away on business trips. Once he returns, expect a dozen surprises. Nanami will return home carrying your favorite flowers and showering you with gifts he bought you during his trip. 

“I missed you, beautiful.” 

Small Public Displays of Affection: 

Nanami will softly wrap his arm around your waist if someone is making him uncomfortable. (Yes, a TON of women will stare at him. How could they not?) 

Lovingly places his hand in the small of your back. 

Holds your hand. 

Romantically kisses your lips and neck in private. Nanami will place you on his lap to engage in a slow and sensual make-out session. He pulls your body closer as you’re tracing your hands through his hair. 

Cooking is NEVER an individual task: Nanami LOVES cooking dinner with you. 

He will ask Siri to play piano music to set the mood. As you’re cooking on the stove, Nanami is cutting the meat and vegetables. 

Slow dances with you in the kitchen as dinner is cooking. 

If Nanami has any downtime, he will read books as you’re sleeping on his lap. His favorite book is Mitch Albom’s Tuesdays with Morrie. 

If Nanami is home on a hot summer day, you’ll secretly watch him work on the lawn in dirty tan jeans and a tight white tank top. The sweat dripping from his body as he cleans out the garage or conducts home improvement projects never fails to capture your attention. 

If Nanami notices that you’re mesmerized by his body, he will teasingly remove his shirt. He pretends he didn’t see your jaw hit the floor.

“Babe, come look!” Nanami will ask you to look at the finished product, but all you’re staring at is him. 

“Are you even looking?” 

Nanami’s friends will CONSTANTLY tease him. If Nanami goes to the bar to share some drinks with Gojo, Geto, Sukuna, and Toji; they will teasingly talk about you. They refer to you as “gorgeous,” “sexy,” and “hot as hell.” They’ll watch in amusement as Nanami’s monotone expression shifts into a deep frown.

“Watch your mouth, pricks.” 

If you’re admitted into the hospital, Nanami refuses to leave your room. If a nurse or doctor asks him to leave, he will politely respond:

“With all due respect, I’m not leaving this chair.” 

LOVES taking hot baths and showers with you. Nanami, like the gentlemen he is, will set the mood. He lights scented candles, pours two glasses of expensive wine, and softly starts instrumental music as you bathe together. 

If you fall asleep on Nanami’s lap, he will carry you (bridal style) to the bedroom. Nanami will carefully place your body under the covers. He assures that you’re content before kissing your forehead. 

Nanami must assure that you’re asleep before he closes his eyes. Nanami has  A L W A Y S  put your needs first; sleeping is no exception. Once he discovers you’re sleeping peacefully, Nanami will kiss your lips and whisper, “goodnight, my love.” 

Seriously, you need to realize how lucky you are; real men aren’t like this. 

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Mornings

✧ pairing: husband!nanami x fem!reader

✧ content: domestic fluff, first child

✧ note: i was in my feels writing this

Waking up next to husband Nanami to find him fully awake alongside your six-month-old baby. The little one sits comfortably on their daddy’s chest, playing with their favorite plushie they never let go of. Too distracted by the stuffed toy, the baby doesn’t realize mommy is awake. So you remain silent, a smile on your lips, watching as your two favorite people in the entire world interact.

Strangers deem the man beside you cold, but you know that is far from the truth. He has a heart of gold. Sometimes you wish people could see what an affectionate man your husband is. Nanami, however, cares little about what others think. All that matters to him is his family. And he confirms that daily with his fond words, ardent kisses, kind gestures, and above all, a devotion to you and your child that fills you with love.

And as Nanami takes the baby’s tiny hand in his larger one, you cherish the moment you and he met.

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Business Trip

husband!Nanami x f!reader

Rating: Explicit – MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Word Count: ~1.7k

Summary: Nanami hates going on business trips now that he has you in his life. Even with food and hotel expenses paid for by his company, it’s not enough to distract him from the fact that he misses you. The two of you have the perfect solution for this, which includes a vivid imagination and the help of a little, but mighty, toy. cw: sex-toy use (vibrator), phone sex, explicit sexual content, language, Nanami is a bit mean, dirty talk, use of pet-names (honey, sweetie, princess), reader is called whore and slut (endearing lol), just pure nasty smut. Author’s Notes: More husband!Nanami smut! I was inspired to write this because I just purchased my very first vibe two weeks ago and boy, is it something. Hope you like this filth! Likes, reblogs, and/or comments are always appreciated! Thanks for reading! Divider credits to @/cafekitsune! Tagging the lovely @liliorsstuff-blog bc I love her and Nanami is her husband. 😉

Nanami has a hard time when he has to go out of town for a business trip. He never used to mind it before; in fact, he liked being sent away to a different city every once in a while, especially when the food and hotel expenses were paid for. However, ever since the two of you have been together, he dreads them because it means time away from you. And he hates being apart from you. Absolutely hates it. And to be honest, you hate it too. 

This time, he’s sent to Osaka for a convention, staying at a swanky hotel covered by his company. He takes full advantage of this, ordering room service, indulging in a bottle or two of liquor from the mini bar. He even wraps himself in a fluffy robe after showering, sitting in bed with hair still wet at the tips. A single tap of his phone and he’s calling you, waiting a single ring for you to pick up. “Hi baby!” you answer, his mood instantly lifted at the sound of your cheery voice. 

“How are you, princess?” 

“Good. Just in our room now. How was your day?”

He spends the next several minutes recounting today’s festivities, including a funny story about him sneaking a second complimentary bento for lunch. You rant to him about your coworkers’ petty drama involving missing office supplies and stolen meals from the fridge. You both share what you ate for dinner, you complimenting the picture he sent earlier of the full spread ordered through room service. He sends you a quick snapshot of his current view of his hotel room, including his bare feet sticking out from under the robe. 

“Your room is so nice. Look at your toes!” you laugh. “Are you going to sleep soon?”

“Not yet. Still waiting for my hair to dry.” He pauses, contemplating for a split second before asking, “Are you in bed now?”

“Yup, all snuggled under the covers.”

He smiles to himself, picturing you cocooned in the thick comforter the two of you share, curled to the right side of the bed where you usually sleep. “Do you miss me?”

“Of course I do. I miss you so much.”

Without thinking, he spreads his legs wider, getting more comfortable against the pillows. “I miss you too, princess. I wish I was there with you right now.”

“Me too.”

There’s a moment of silence, tension hanging heavy in the static noise between you. Nanami decides to stop beating around the bush. It’s obvious what you both want. You’ve been married long enough, together even longer, there’s no shame or secrets anymore. “Wish I could fuck you right now,” he confesses.

You moan through the speaker, thighs splayed, reaching towards your pussy. Tonight, you’re wearing one of his oversized t-shirts, his scent lingering on the fabric, making you feel safe and secure in his absence. You sink into the cushions, whispering a breathy, “Baby.”

“Tell me what you’re wearing right now.”

“Just your t-shirt and my underwear.”

“Oh yeah? One of your silky ones?” 

You hum, confirming his suspicions as he loosens the knot of his robe, folding back the cotton to expose his hardening cock. “God, I bet you look so good right now.”

You giggle softly, lifting the hem of the shirt past your stomach, fingers brushing your skin delicately, imagining his instead. 

His voice is low, thick with lust. “I want to hear you come. Can you do that for me?”

“Mm-hm,” you respond, slipping underneath the waistband, teasing your clit with the pad of your middle finger. 

He clicks his tongue disapprovingly, already knowing what you’re doing. “Not with your fingers, honey. Use the vibrator, remember?”

A whine escapes your mouth while you reach for the drawer to retrieve the small toy, the one you bought recently to supplement nights alone like this. He was the first to test it out on you, though. Made sure it was good enough to satisfy your needs. The recent memory of him pressing the fluttering tip to your clit, pumping wet fingers in and out of your cunt, has you throbbing. 

You push your panties past your knees, sliding them off completely at your ankles. With the blanket hastily stripped from your body, you spread your thighs wide, completely exposed from the waist down. A small bead of lube is just enough to get it slick. You rub the oiled tip up and down your pussy, finger on the button, anticipating the intense sensation.

“Don’t turn it on yet,” he demands. He wraps his hands around the base of his cock, slow strokes to start. “Tease it a little bit. Just like I do it.” 

Your husband always likes to take his time with you, no matter how desperate and aching for him you are. And when you’re two hundred plus miles away from each other, you predict he’s going to draw this out as long as he possibly can, both for his pleasure and yours. Not that you’re complaining.

You play with your clit, tingling bud pulsing against the smooth exterior of the vibrator. He huffs, “Don’t hold back. I want you dripping onto to the sheets. Can you do that for me, honey?”

Another moan escapes your lips, envisioning the mess you’re about to make with his sultry voice guiding you through it. “I can’t do it alone,” you whine, finger right on the trigger, raring to go. “Help me, Kento.”

“I’m right here, princess. Don’t worry. Just listen to me, okay? Follow my every word.”

You nod, hypnotized by each syllable uttered from his lust laden lips, like an obedient slut. You’ve almost forgotten that you’re alone in bed, convinced he’s whispering filthy instructions directly in your ear beside you, watching you unravel with the dormant toy pressed to your pussy. “Can you turn it on now, honey?” 

He’s gentle and affectionate in the beginning, hiding wicked desires behind endearing pet-names. Soon, he’ll start taunting you, tormenting you for being so fucking sensitive, so fucking needy. The two sides of him work together in perfect sync, angel and devil, both determined to make you lose yourself in the throes of passion. There’s nothing he loves more than seeing you, or in this case, hearing you, completely unhinged for him, and only him. 

When you finally push the button, the low buzz playing in the background, he can’t help but increase the pace of his strokes. He pictures your thighs open wide, the shaking tip nestled between your delicate pussy lips, the vibrations stimulating your clit, radiating down to your pointed toes. Head thrown back into the pillows, cheeks hot, tongue sticking out in that adorable dumb expression you make whenever you’re being fucked. It won’t take long for you to climax, not when he’s on the phone guiding you as he jerks his twitching cock. Just the thought of your body spasming from exhilaration is enough to get him off. 

“That’s it, right on your clit, honey. Does it feel good?” He knows it does, judging by how the only response he receives are your shameless moans. He chuckles, stroking himself faster. “I can’t understand you, honey. Does it feel good?” Still no reply, he growls, “Answer me.”

You choke on your spit, drool leaking from the sides of your lips. When you catch your breath, you let out a trembling, “Yes!”, resulting in another sinister laugh from him. 

“Feels so good, you can’t even speak properly, can you? Too fucked out to even think, huh? Nasty slut.” His devilish side kicks in, hell-bent on hearing you orgasm, to have you coming so hard you spill onto the sheets. “I married such a whore, didn’t I? That’s what you are, a fucking whore. You’re so fucking slutty for me, I love it.”

You’re a whimpering mess now, the vibe sending you into a spiral, clit aching from the relentless tremors. There’s not a coherent thought in your brain; you’re incapable of admitting to him that you’re close. You let him figure it out when you cry out, “Fuck!”, legs quivering and stomach tight from the intense high. 

“Give me your fucking orgasm, baby. Let me fucking hear it,” he spits out, sweat forming on his forehead. He’s since stripped his robe off entirely, laying on top of It while he masturbates to the sounds of his precious slut doing exactly what he wants her to do. What he needs her to do.

When you’re finished, you slide the toy lower so that it’s not directly on your sensitive bud. The fluttering tip starts making soft splashing noises at your arousal, indicating just how fucking wet you are. You place the phone right on your abdomen, hoping he can hear the lewd squelches from your pussy. For the first time since you began, you’re able to formulate a proper sentence, body relaxed into the mattress. “Can you hear it, baby? Can you hear how wet I am for you?”

He definitely can. “Ah, fuck,” he swears, fisting his shaft faster. His hand is not enough; it never is. But he lets his imagination do the rest for him. He knows how fucking juicy his pretty wife’s pussy is. Your perfect, luscious pussy lips puffy from overstimulation, covered in sticky sweet cum. He’d do anything for a taste of it right now, to run his tongue along your glistening folds, gather your slick and swallow it to quench his thirst. Dip his finger inside that gushy entrance only to stick it into his mouth, slurping every last drop. He admires the mental image before flicking his wrist with fervor, pumping his cock until he shoots his load onto his stomach. 

The two of you stay quiet for a moment, the static noise and muted buzzing from the phone settling in the silence. Nanami looks down, inspecting the wreckage splattered across his abs, leaking down his side and onto the robe beneath. He runs his fingers through his hair, forehead tacky with perspiration, exhaling with a satisfied smile before calling out, “Honey? Are you still there?”

It's only now that he remembers that the low hum is from the vibrator, still buzzing against your supple skin. Reserved moans growing louder as you circle the toy back to your needy clit, ready for another round. 

Nanami smirks to himself, holding the phone closer to his ear, rock hard again. It’s going to be a long, fulfilling night. 

DADDY !

summary ⭑ accidentally calling them daddy

starring ⭑ kento nanami, suguru geto, toji fushiguro × fem!reader

contents ⭑ [n]sfw + daddy kink ( ? ), other warnings have been displayed for each character + not proofread

a/n ⭑ this is kinda cringe but oh well

KENTO NANAMI — penetration / fingering

marrying kento has got to be one of your best decisions ever. he’s hardworking, loyal, handsome, rich, intelligent, understanding — he’s everything a wife could ever ask for. so getting the chance to meet him, let alone marry him already feels like you had just won a free ticket to a never-ending paradise. but the best part about him, he knows how to make you feel good — and i mean really good.

“k– ken,” kento’s name spilled from your quivering lips in broken whimpers. your breathing shallow from how amazing his fingers are making you feel. his thick fingers exploring the deepest depths of your heat, reaching and discovering spots that make your stomache twist. “yes, love?” he responds to you with his deep and attractive voice. if anyone heard this out of context, they might assume he’s just responding to his beloved significant other, but oh, they’re so wrong.

you don’t respond — well you did, just with a moan. “feels good?” your husband asks you, picking up his pace which caused your juice from previous orgasms to spill and stain the mattress of your shared bed. “you’re making a mess,” he chuckles lowly. he seems so unbothered by this, as if your lewd moans didn’t turn him on at all. “yeah, feels so— fucking— gooood,” your heels dragging up and down the sheets from the amount of attention he’s giving you. “god, go faster daddy—”

kento didn’t stop his movements, but he was definitely surprised. ‘daddy’? did you just call him ‘daddy’? well, not like he minded it at all. he noticed how you also realized what you had just called him and probably felt embarrassed. to avoid ruining the mood, he decides to encourage you, “mhm, you want daddy to go faster, sweetheart?” his free hand that has been holding onto your hips then moved to rub your clit in a circular motion, making you jolt and moan in surprise. “ah–! yes, yes — please,” with you begging with sweat trickling down your forehead and shivering legs, no way kento could ever refuse you.

SUGURU GETO — face riding

suguru geto — your beloved husband, your other half, and a professional pussy eater. to others he’s a gentleman in the streets, but to you he’s also a beast who tore off your panties. also the reason why you’re gripping onto the bed’s headboard as if your life depended on it.

you’re moving your hips back and forth on geto’s tongue while he eats you out like you’re his last meal — his hard grip leaving faint crescent marks on your thighs. “you taste like candy, sweetheart,” your husband’s hum sends vibrations on your pussy making you grip the bed’s headboard harder — you could’ve sworn it creaked.

suguru lets out another chuckle, sending even more vibrations up your body — making you squirm on his lips again. “careful, you might accidentally break the bed.” your cheeks only flush in embarrassment from how shameless you are when he gives you what you want.

“‘m sorry,” you sniffle, “your tongue just feel s’good, daddy,”

the sudden halt of geto’s movements made you whine, since you were so close to reaching your high. “sugu— why’d you—” “say that again,” he cuts you off, his voice lower than before. “huh—?” “call me daddy again, beg for it. now, or i’m not making you cum.”

it seems like your accidental slip up at calling him ‘daddy’ really switched something inside him. inside his erect and twitching cock. “pl– please, daddy,” you hiccup, tossing your head back. you tried to move your hips against geto’s lips to try and get the tingly feeling in your stomache again, but his grip held you still. “don’t try to act on your own without my directions, love. now, how about you beg nicely for daddy and i’ll give you what you want, hm?”

TOJI FUSHIGURO — mating press, rough sex ( ? )

toji is a little rough in bed — but when was he never rough? he’s huge — and he knows it. he knows because your eyes would shoot wide when he presses his tip to your g-spot, earning a sweet, high-pitched moan that he oh so loves to hear.

today was no exception. toji has you in a mating press, your knees pressed right next to your ears as he repeatedly slams into you. the squelching noises when his skin meets yours — it’s music to his ears. he’s supposed to feel relieved when he shoots his hot seed inside of you, but why does he feel himself getting hard?

“fuuuck, doll—” toji groans, his head tossed back and his hair sticking to his forehead from the sweat. “feels like your cunt gets tighter ‘n tighter the more i fuck ya,” he lets out a raspy laugh that ends with another whispers of profanities. “t– toji, no more, please — ‘m full, so full.” the muscular male only scoffs as he continuously wrecks your insides. “last time i remember you were beggin’ for this, baby, what happened to that?”

“you’re going too rough on me, daddy, i– i can’t—” you realize what you had just said. oh shit. you just added more fuel to the fire — more like you just added more of a reason why he should fuck you. “hm, ‘daddy’? have i fucked you that dumb, baby?” toji chuckles darkly, “well, since you’re dumb on my cock only 30 minutes in, might as well just fuck you ‘till all you know about me is the person who makes your legs fuckin’ weak.”

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.𖥔 ݁ ˖ my girl — nanami kento

summary: you know the kid that kento mentors has a little crush on you; why wouldn't you use that to your advantage?

contents: 18+ mdni, fem!reader, brat taming, possessive sex, semi-public sex, hair pulling, pet names, praise, dom nanami, jealousy, ino has the hots for you, unprotected sex, kinda deg, slight dumbification, um i think that's it clearly i am so desperate for nanami and i haven't even watched the new episode — 2.3k

under the table, you slide your palm up kento’s thigh as he speaks.

he's explaining something about sorcerer politics that you’re not really interested in hearing about, not when there’s an ache between your thighs that he refused to take care of before you left, and his sleeves are rolled up in the way he knows drives you crazy. 

across from the two of you, ino sits, attentively listening to your husband as, every few seconds, his eyes subtly slide over to you, the pink flush on his cheeks returning each time he glances at the soft smile that rests on your glossy lips. 

ino’s crush on you is no secret. he is, really, quite obvious about how much he wants your attention.

of course, he knows about you and kento, has known since he first set eyes on you at a sorcerers’ meeting and asked you, slyly, if you were single.

kento had come up behind you not a moment later, smiling with a golden band on his ring finger, asking ino if he forgot to introduce his wife. 

and though the younger sorcerer respects nanami, perhaps more than anyone, it does little to quell the attraction he has for his wife… especially since you are so insistent on teasing the poor kid at every chance you get. 

you can’t help it, really, when it riles kento up so easily. the way he vibrates under his skin with anger, irritated that another person could ever think of his wife in any manner that is less than respectable. 

kento sets your hand gently back down on your lap, jaw clenching as his fingers twist around your wrist tightly. though he hides his irritation well, you can tell from the sharp glint in his eye, the tension in his shoulders, that it is getting the best of him. 

your husband may be sweet, a lover that never acts rashly out of anger, but he has a possessive streak he’s never been very good at taming. 

as kento stiffens, you smile sweetly at ino, who exhales heavily, shifting all of his attention on your husband. though, you are staring him down, listening attentively to every word that he says.

while ino speaks, you slide your hand back over kento’s thigh, vying for his attention. he clears his throat, a warning, as he grips your wrist once more and pushes you away.

it won’t be much longer before he snaps. kento's sitting straighter, back taut as he focuses his gaze sharply on the younger man across from him. whatever the two of them are speaking about is dull, repetitive talk about work that you are bored of. 

“so, ino,” you finally ask, the lull in the conversation that you've been waiting for. you speak up before kento can ask any more questions about the sorcerer’s progress. “any pretty sorcerers caught your eye?” you lean froward with a small grin, your breasts fully on display as you set your chin in your palm. “surely someone as charming as you already has a girlfriend."

ino turns red then, a flush spreading from every corner as he tries, so hard, not to let his eyes fall. you admire the effort, really, even though kento catches the moment the younger man's gaze drops, the half second he stares at your tits and squirms in his seat. 

“n-no,” ino stutters, nervous for the first time in this conversation; he is usually so loud and outspoken, never feeling shy about the words that leave his lips. “can’t seem to find many sorcerers my age.” 

you laugh. it’s true that there are few sorcerers from his year, but you know it is the wrong thing to say.

anger radiates off your husband, and with a sense of satisfaction, you trace your fingers back up his thigh before grinning, batting your eyelashes at ino.

“why not go for someone older, then?” you ask, palming a hand over the steadily growing bulge in kento’s pants

ino chokes, and kento grabs your hand roughly, shoving your fist back onto his lap as he steadies all his anger and buries it down.

“excuse me,” kento suddenly interrupts, and his voice is so calm, so smooth, that its almost like nothing is out of the ordinary. he slides out of the booth, running a palm over his slacks, palms sweaty from his annoyance. “i just remembered i’ve got an important phone call to make. could we put a pause on this conversation?” he is so polite as he nods his head, and ino blinks, looks between the two of you, uncertain if he’s done something wrong. 

“of course,” he says, leaning back in his seat. “take you time.” 

“would you come with me, sweetheart?” kento turns to you then, and he sounds normal, like there’s nothing wrong, but his hands flex at his side, and his eyes are narrowed almost imperceptibly.

kento’s mad, and you know you’re fucked; but you can't help the desire that sits heavily in your stomach, the way you’re already soaking your panties, wanting him inside you. 

“sure, ken.” you nod, smiling at him. “sorry, ino, we’ll back right back.”

you stand next to your husband, who places a heavy hand on your shoulder, a warning. but you love the feeling of his skin on your own and it does little to stop your teasing; it only makes you want him more. 

ino says nothing as kento leads you around the restaurant, takes you to the back of the shop where there are two single-person bathrooms. one is occupied, and the other, empty. 

the two of you go inside.

“are you trying to embarrass me?” kento says angrily, shoving you into the bathroom as he locks the door behind him, his eyes hungry at the sight of your flushed cheeks, the way you are already so desperate for him. he pushes you towards the sink, eyes flashing as you reach for him, hastily undoing his tie. “you’re acting like a fucking brat whose husband doesn’t know how fuck her right.”

“maybe you don’t,” you counter, yanking off his tie so you can unbutton his shirt, slide your hands across the expanse of his chest. god, you want him so fucking bad. you’re aching, arousal pooling in your panties as your husband lifts you, shoves you back onto the sink. “you wouldn’t even take care of me before you left—“ 

“don’t start.” he glares and unzips his slacks to free his half-hard cock, stroking it as you try to get your hands on him. though that attempt is feeble as kento grabs both your wrists with one hand, pinning them above your head. with the other, he hikes your dress up, pushing it along your smooth thighs.

his voice is low and dangerous, deepening as he dances fingertips along your skin. “you’re so fucking desperate for attention that you’ll take it from anyone.” he pins you with his hard gaze, and you’re hot all over, legs shaking with anticipation. “i bet you like that he wants to fuck you so bad, even when you know i can fuck you better.”

your whimper, eyelids fluttering as kento reaches under your dress to pull down your panties.

“prove it, then” you say, and you know you’re only digging yourself a deeper hole, annoying him further as you grope at him. you squirm, trying to release your wrists from his hold, but he’s so strong; you’re only left a writhing mess under his touch. “i want you, kento.” 

“yeah?” he asks, yanking your panties roughly down your thighs, the pair that has already been soaked through. “if i give you what you want, will you sit there quietly like a good girl, and stop flirting with the kid who wants something he can’t have?” 

the tone sends aching need throughout you, and the commanding presence of his voice is almost too much. “i promise,” you say, shaking as you lock your heels around his hips. “please.” 

“please,” kento repeats mockingly, eyes hard as he slips a finger inside of you. he slides right in, barely needing to prep you before he fucks you. “you should be embarrassed; you’re this fucking wet just from looking at me." his eyes harden. "so impatient that you can’t even wait until we get home.” 

“i’ve been patient all day,” you say, high-pitched, but you’re quickly silenced as kento slides in and out of you, setting a steady pace while his thick fingers squelch inside your aching pussy. “need you to—“ 

“stop making demands." he releases your wrists to place a hand on your hips, stop you from fucking yourself on his fingers. “shouldn’t even be giving you what you want, but i can’t help myself. you’re so pretty, so desperate to have my cock inside you that you can’t even sit still.” 

“kento, fuck,” you groan, grabbing his shoulders as he stretches his fingers deeper inside you, past the walls that clamp down on him. in a desperation to keep quiet, you try to kiss him, moan into his mouth so no one else can hear you. 

but he grips your hair tightly, pulls you away from his lips as you moan, loudly, into the tight space of the bathroom. “nice try.” his fingers pump in and out of your soaked cunt. “but i want everyone to hear those pretty sounds, sweetheart. need them to know who’s fucking the brat out of you.” 

you try to pull him towards you, shift him closer with your ankles. “kento—”

“louder.” 

“kento, fuck, baby, please. i want you so bad, i love you—” you’re almost screaming, desperate to cum as his thumb brushes against your clit, teasing, and not enough for you to find complete release.

but you’re squeezing so tightly around his fingers that he must know you’re close, even as he pulls out of you, the juices from your need for him soaking his knuckle. 

finally, he smiles at you, softly.

“there’s my good girl,” he says, and it reminds you why you never want anyone else but him, why you need him, desperately, all the time. kento’s cock is already aching, leaking, and he forces it into you without warning, grunting into your neck. “sometimes, you're just so fucking stupid when you want my cock.” 

you nod, whimpering out a breathy moan as he thrusts into you, hard and rough, still holding you by the hair so you can’t kiss him, even as much as you want to. 

you’re so hot all over, skin burning as he stretches you. “please, let me cum, ken,” you say, and there’s tears in your eyes; you’re so close, but you want to be good for him, want to show him how much you love him. 

he hums against your neck, watches you writhe as he forces himself deeper into you, burying his cock in your pussy completely.

you can’t help the sinful noises that leave your throat, echoing down the vents to the kitchen, to the dining room. and maybe everyone in the restaurant can hear your husband fucking you, but you don’t care, not when you’ve waited this long for him to be inside you. 

“so pretty,” he says, sharply, and finally, he lets his hands fall from your hair, holds your hips instead, bringing you harder onto his cock. 

a tear rolls down your cheek and you bite down on your tongue to keep from screaming, whimpering at the aching pleasure in your entire body. 

“you’re mine,” kento says, kissing your sloppily, hungrily as you thread your fingers through his hair. his tip brushes the sensitive spot inside you, and you're not sure how much longer you can stop yourself from cumming. “mine, mine, mine. no one else should ever get to fucking look at you if they can’t tell who you belong to.” 

“i don’t want anyone but you,” you say, and you’re almost shouting, saliva all over your mouth as you drool from his harsh kisses. "i'm yours, kento."

you feel him smile against your lips. “that’s my girl,” he says, voice rough as he grips you tightly, nearing his own orgasm. “you wanna cum, pretty? make a mess on my my cock, sweetheart. i’m so close.” 

his thrusts grow sloppy, and you grip his shoulders as he fucks deep into you cunt, forcefully, and, finally, you cry out, toes curling as you cum, hard, around him.

kento’s face is flushed, sweat at his hairline as his tips edges against your cervix, almost painfully, before he’s toppling over the edge, biting down hard on your shoulder with a groan. hot ropes spills into your cunt, and you're still writhing, moaning from sensitivity as his warms seed settles deep within you. 

he’s so pretty; you kiss him over and over, the loose hair that sticks to his forehead, the flush on his cheeks. “mmm,” you hum, tasting the coffee on his tongue. “love you so much, kento,” 

“you say that now,” he says curtly, slowly dragging himself out of your tight walls. “but wait until we get home.” 

already, your pussy aches again, and you’re too warm, sweating as kento fixes his hair in the mirror. 

you try to slide your panties back on, reach for where they've pooled at your ankles, but kento is faster. he yanks them away, folds them up nicely to tuck into his pocket. 

“kento—”

“leave them off,” he says, sniffing as his cheeks slowly return to their normal color. “maybe ino will stop thinking about fucking my wife if he sees my cum running down her thighs.” 

you stare at him, blinking, but you don’t have the energy or the willpower to fight anymore. instead, you obey, standing as a mix of kento's cum and your own juices seep onto your inner thigh, creating a sticky mess between your legs.

your husband unlocks the door, and you follow him back into the dining room, where ino is subtly sliding back into the booth, his cheeks red, a bulge obvious in his pants. he glances between the two of you with wide eyes, and darts his gaze back down between your legs, before staring at kento uncomfortably. 

“did you get your call sorted out?” he asks, and his voice is higher, squeakier as you sit down with your husband. 

kento smirks, satisfied. “it’s been taken care of.”

i need him to fuck me so bad

Bon Appétit

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The door creaked open, announcing your husband’s return from a long day of exorcising curses and dealing with paperwork. As Nanami stepped inside, you could see the weariness etched into every line of his face, the exhaustion evident in the slump of his shoulders.

Using a towel to wipe your hands, you quickly abandoned the dinner you had been cooking. In a few steps, you find yourself standing in front of him, feeling your nose crunch up at the sight of his fatigued attitude. "Kento, you're home," you greeted with a softer tone, reaching out to gently touch his arm.

Without a word, Nanami pulled you into his arms, enveloping you in a tight embrace. His warmth surrounded you, and you could feel the tension in his muscles as he held you close, seeking solace in your presence.

You wrapped your arms around him, returning the embrace with equal fervor, understanding the silent message in his hold. I mean, who couldn’t?

But here, close and personal, you could feel the weight of his exhaustion, the heaviness of his burdens, the uncomfortable intakes of breath. 

A minute or two goes by and Nanami seems pleased enough as he releases you. His tired eyes met yours, expressing silent gratitude. 

Releasing a breath you were holding, you took his hand in yours and led him over to the chiffon couch, pushing him down and guiding him to sit. “You should sit for a bit, you’ve been working hard.” 

Nanami didn't protest as he sank into the cushions, his eyes drifting shut as he let out a long sigh of relief. You watched his Adam’s apple move up and down as he tilted his head back, seeking comfort within the cushions.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the sight. As tired as he was, he never failed to amaze you with how handsome he’d always been. You can’t help but brag whenever given the chance. You had the privilege to call Nanami Kento your husband.

And what a husband he is.

Reaching out, you brushed a stray strand of hair away from his forehead, tracing the lines of his face with tender fingertips. "You know, you shouldn’t always overwork yourself," you whispered, cupping the side of his face while stroking his cheek with your thumb. "It's okay to let yourself rest."

Nanami's eyes fluttered open, the curves of his mouth curling into a smile. "Thank you, love," he murmured, sneaking a glance at your lips before returning his gaze to yours.

Giggling, you leaned in to press a gentle peck upon his lips. "Of course.” Taking one last glance at him, you walk yourself to the kitchen to finish up the dinner the both of you were going to share.

Taking out a cutting board, you grab the onion and place it on top; cutting it into small squares with a large knife before scraping it off onto the side.

Before you can start on the garlic, you hear lousy, heavy footsteps approaching.

Moving to turn your head, Nanami's arms wrapped swiftly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. His warmth enveloped you, and you could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest against your back.

"Ken—what are you doing?" you questioned, putting down the knife while leaning back into his grasp.

"I just want to be close to you," he murmured, voice muffled against your hair as he nuzzled in closer.

You couldn't help but go red at his words, feeling the trickling warmth rise your neck. "I know, but you need to rest," you insisted gently, turning to face him and placing your hands on his chest.

Nanami didn't argue, but he didn't move away either, his arms still wrapped tightly around your waist, as if he couldn't bear to let you go. He’s known to be stubborn, anyone knows he would never give up that easily.

"Alright, you can stay," you relented, giving in to his clinginess. "But promise me you'll sit down and rest when I finish this." You motion to the vegetables being chopped with your hands. He gave you a slow nod in response, eyes shut.

Chopping up the ingredients, you feel the slight weight of his body fall onto yours as his hold on you loosens. It’s not that you’re complaining, if he’s getting rest here, it’s better than nothing. But, the warmth that radiated from him against your back made you suppress the urge to shiver. 

Even if it’s embarrassing to admit you occasionally sneaked glances at Nanami over your shoulder, it’s not like you could help it, especially with his breaths brushing up against your neck. 

As you moved to grab the thyme, you felt Nanami's chin rest on your shoulder, his breath now tickling your ear as he whispered, "You're amazing, you know that?"

“I know.” You replied, trying to hide your suppressing grin from his face. Sliding your hands down to his, you unwrap the grasp he has on you. “Sit down at the table, or anywhere—I just need you to relax.”

“But I am relaxed,” he mutters with furrowed brows, scanning your face for what seems to be an annoyance as he connects his hands back together.

“It won’t take that long, I need to move around to cook, Kento.” 

It takes a why won’t you listen to me look and a minute to get him to unleash the hold. But yet, you still feel eyes watching. From your peripheral vision, you see him watching you prep the meal with a focused gaze. When he catches you staring, he gives you a grin, knowing all too well you won’t protest.

For the next few minutes, you worked in silence, the only sound in the kitchen being the sizzle of cooking on the stove. The one that seems to be the loudest is Nanami's presence behind you, leaning against the countertop. Despite his words, you could feel him watching you, his gaze not broken.

"You know, you're not very good at listening," You tease, sliding the food from the cutting board onto the hot pan. 

You hear his deep chuckle echo throughout the kitchen, “I guess not," he admits with a small shrug. "Need to make sure my foods aren’t poisoned, though."

"Oh, shut up," you quip with a playful smirk, suppressing a roll of your eyes as you turn off the heat on the stove. "Could you get the plates?"

Nanami offers a tired smile as he nods. "Of course," he replies softly, moving past you towards the cabinet where the plates are kept.

But before you can even step aside to let him through, Nanami gently nudges you out of the way with a small shake of his head. "I've got this love, you can sit down," he insists, his voice warm but firm.

You sigh, feeling a mixture of appreciation and frustration at his stubbornness. "Ken, you don't have to do everything yourself," you groan, reaching out to touch his arm. "It’s my turn."

But Nanami simply shakes his head, his expression determined as he retrieves the plates and moves to set them on the table. "I want to do this for you," he murmurs, his eyes meeting yours with unwavering sincerity. "It's the least I can do.” 

You sit at the table, watching your husband move around the kitchen with ease. Despite his exhaustion, his movements are precise and deliberate, it’s freaky the more you take in how steady he is, even when tired.

Finally, Nanami returns to the table, a contented smile gracing his lips. In his hands, he carries the plates, each one carefully arranged with the meal you’d had prepared earlier.

With gentle grace, he sets the plates down in front of you, and before you can thank him, he’s walking to the kitchen again. Now holding two glasses and a wine bottle. The both of you share excited looks once you realize what he brought you. 

He sits down across from you, not before pouring a glass of wine for each of you, the deep red liquid sparkled in the soft light of the kitchen. 

"Bon appétit," Nanami murmurs, raising his glass in a silent toast.

You smile and raise your glass to meet his. "Cheers," you reply softly, hearing the clink of your glasses meeting one another as you take a sip. 

“Maybe I’ll make dessert, treat us to something swe—”

“Absolutely not.” 

@siythn all rights reserved!

AUTHORS NOTE!- not my best by ANY means i just have to get something out oops!