“Kento, I—” you start, but he cuts you off, his tongue moving faster, hands gripping your fleshy hips tighter.
“Believe me,” he says between kisses. “Believe that I want you, that I need you.”
Your protests turn to moans. He feels you starting to let go, the tension in your muscles easing as pleasure overtakes. Your hands clutch at the sheets, breaths coming in ragged gasps.
“Kento, please,” you murmur, voice breaking.
“Please what?” He asks, voice a low growl against your wet folds. “Please stop? Or please don’t stop?”
lately I've been thinking a lot about childfree by choice characters and wanting to write more of them and it got me thinking that as much as I LOVE dad!nanami and family man!nanami with all my heart, realistically speaking that man would NOT actually want to have children. he'd be neutral about it at best. caring for children, being compassionate, worrying about the youth, having protective instincts don't mean you'd make a good parent or even that you want children and i just know deep in my bones that even though this man would have a huge breeding kink he would NOT want to have children / want that kind of chaos and unpredictability in his life.
i believe he would, however, really enjoy having a couple pets.
we're all after Nanami Kento for the daddy and the hands and the husband material and the slammin' body, but may I remind you of the core of the man--
-- this furious, righteous, jaded, bitter UNIT against the sick establishment, and THIS IS why I fell for him, it was the RAGE, the unadulterated spitting RAGE of this man.
Not the devastating 'daddy Nanami' scene. Not the Headcanons about him bringing us flowers. Not the countless 'mean Nanami with his little baby girl' smutfics. It was the ANGER.
things erwin smith likes: the feeling of being in control, intertwining your fingers together and imagining the faint sound of rings clinking, having his large hand on your lower belly feeling more delirious than he thinks he should at the thought of you swollen with his child ( just thinking about it makes him tether on the edge ), the feeling of being buried inside you with no barriers between the two of you, and finding his release deep inside you
things erwin is terrified of: being in a relationship, (accidentally) knocking you up :(
im so incoherent rn but nanami he is the type to delay penetration when condoms aren't involved mostly because he knows that the feeling of himself inside you with no barrier, your warm soft wet gummy walls squeezing him... truth is, he doesn't last long (but he recovers fast, his stamina is outstanding, so he is also always up for a second or third around).
that's why it takes him so long to recognize and embrace the fact that he, in fact, is very much is into all things messy only when it comes to sex.
he loves the look of the smudged lipstick and mascara.
he loves the watery eyes.
he loves the saliva dripping from his partner's chin while taking in his thick length, or fingers.
he loves the lewd sounds.
he loves the feeling of his partner's essence dripping from his mouth, especially right before the orgasm - right before he reaches with one hand to intertwine his fingers with his partner's.
he loves how profoundly intimate and vulnerable yet very debauched it all can be.
and, fuck, does he loves watching his seed drip from between his s/o's legs. it makes him even harder, gets him ready for round two right away. sometimes he even enjoys sticking his fingers through the folds coated in white and coaxing another orgasm form his partner.
this is going to be very short because my brain is half-dead and i can barely type ( maybe i'll expand on it later? if YOU want to expand on it just tag me pls. anyway ) but
i can't stop thinking about nanami with someone who never had an orgasm with a partner.
someone who is, by all means, quiet sexual and has been able to get off by themselves... but they never had someone else give them an orgasm.
they've faked all orgasms they had with another person. the whole thing is fucking embarrassing, and kind of pathetic.
but when the truth is finally shared, nanami doesn't really see it that way. he just doesn't want you to fake one for him ( he doesn't want you to fake anything for/with him ). that's the one thing he wants to make very clear.
everything else? well. intense exploration is in order.
NSFW but the boys cumming prematurely simply by kissing has been on my mind heavy lately like—
I know I need to stop but I can’t stop thinking about getting hot and heavy with them and apparently it gets too hot too fast and they’re so embarrassed but you’re chill about it you actually find it hot endearing.
Satoru whose body stiffened as he pulled his lips away from yours. You could feel his body slightly shake and twitch beneath you, and he's looking at you with a sheepish expression, widened eyes and his lips slowly curled into an embarrassed grin. He makes jokes of the situation to ease his embarrassment and he explains how it wouldn’t affect his performance, confidence wavering in the slightest but you simply laugh at his jokes and assure him that it was okay and you actually found it cute.
Ooof or how Suguru is probably the one who is most embarrassed, pushing his body off of yours interrupting the steamy make out session. You wondered if you did something wrong but you knew that wasn’t the case when you looked at his expression. Head hung low and you both watched as the bulge in his sweats twitched, staining the gray with milky white drops that pushed past the fabrics. He facepalmed to cover his reddening face and apologized profusely. You didn’t mean to laugh but you did, giggles escaping your lips and you cupped his face that was hot to the touch, to let him know it was nothing to be embarrassed about.
Or Nanami who groaned into your lips, roughly grabbing your hips to stop from grinding on his. He looked down and you followed suit, eyeing how his legs flexed while his dick twitched some, a growing wet spot now visible on his slacks. He looked up at you, panting and speechless, confused expression on his face because this has never happened to him and he didn’t even know it was possible. He opened his mouth to say something but didn’t know what to say. You gave him a smile and guided your hips back on his, you didn’t need an explanation, you just needed him.
Gosh I’m a slut for tropes like these. Like yes love me love me love me love me.
one thing i firmly believe about nanami is that he eventually learned that sometimes he likes to do zero of the work in bed.
it surprised him a little at first, but shit, to be in such a state of pleasure and overstimulation that his brain can't focus on anything else, every thought that plagues him just fades away, and without doing any of the work? fuck.
that man loves to take charge and let his frustrations out and very much be a true dominant, it does help him relax, it does come naturally to him... but-
-but the first time he tried to sit up and you, straddling him, pushed him down and told him to stay put that they were going to take care of him, well, he nearly came on the spot.
he doesn't even know what to do with his hands - everything is just too much and feels too good. he feels himself relaxing for the first time in ages. his hands drag down your tights, squeezing, he can't help himself, but they end tightly up gripping the sheets (or your hair). he reaches his orgasm way quicker than usual grunting thankyous under his breath. he can't believe how fast he came, and he also can't believe that despite his profound exhaustion how rock hard his dick still is. you start pulling away and he grabs your wrist - he wants more. assertive and vulnerable and needy and begging all at once.
yes, he likes to take care and take charge, but with the right person, fuck - take his breath away, he does he also like to be taken care of.
btw I know ppl on this site go on abt mutuals but if you are someone that shows up in my notes regularly who I don't follow, I do notice and I am fond of you and if you reblog something from me I do think "YES I have pleased the follower with good taste"
maybe you didn't even think you wanted kids in the first place and now you have one. or you already have many. it doesn't matter. all that matters is: your husband might want another. might - as though he hasn't been thinking about it for a while now. he could just come out and say it, he's usually not shy about open conversations, but where would be the fun in that? and maybe it's also true that he's feeling a bit sheepish, deep down.
very deep down.
he thinks he's sly, when he slowly moves to stand behind you in the bathroom his arms enveloping your waist as you face the mirror, your gazes meeting in the reflection. "i miss when you were pregnant," he murmurs, his voice a quiet, wistful admission.
there's a subtle arch to your brow as you regard him. the morning light filters through the window, casting a soft glow upon your figures. "that so?" your voice carries a trace of playful incredulity.
"well, maybe not the morning sickness" his hands move slowly but with intent, his lips find your shoulder. "but other things,"
he did miss having a baby around, but that's not quite what it was on his mind. his thoughts wander: your swollen frame, enlarged breasts, the way your pussy somehow became even prettier when he went down on you.
through the mirror, you can see how his gaze becomes hazy, the way he subtly licks his lips.
"oh, you're in a mood, i see." you chide playfully, tilting your head which only grants him better access to your neck.
a smile tugs at his lips, and he presses yet another soft lingering kiss to the crook of your neck, his hands venture to your stomach, idly hiking up the fabric of your nightgown. "maybe," he mumbles failing to sound noncommitted, his breath hot against your skin.
it doesn't take along. he's all soft and purposeful, his movements languid but intense, burring himself deep with every slow thrust, savoring it. "one more… please?" it's so rare to hear him plead or beg, but oh does it feel like such a treat when he does, especially when he's doing it when he's got you bent over the counter, hovering over you, one arm hooked around your waist his fingers rubbing your core as his hips move with a gentle insistence: he's in control, yet he's also the one doing the pleading in a hoarse voice like he simply can't help himself.
thinking about men who rarely ever masturbate but after meeting you they find themselves letting their hand wander and linger a bit longer below the belt. It’s obscene what he’s doing, if you knew you’d be disgusted by him but he just..can’t help himself it feels too good, thumb swiping his tip and palm gently stroking from base to tip, his hips thrusting into his palm and your name on his lips. he’s sweaty and his breath is uneven but the image of you playing in his head is vivid enough for him to not care about his appearance and instead desperately chases his high with the picture of you behind his eyelids. and it doesn’t stop there, he buys..a toy too. he’s ashamed that he’s even purchased such a thing but his hand is getting old and he’s beginning to wonder what you feel like. when he slides the lubed up silicone down his shaft he lets out a hiss and his jaw clenches as he grunts your name. it’s sinful the way his hips rock back and forth into the toy, his mind imaging you underneath him instead, cunt bared open for him, slick dripping down his cock as you tell him to fuck you harder and deeper. needless to say the toy doesn’t last long, he breaks it after a few uses and once it does he decides it’s time he asked you on a date
when you're feeling self-conscious and/or doubtful and/or jealous for whatever reason so they hit you with the "look at me" and "clearly i've been lacking, let me rectify that" and "let me show you how much i love you / want you" and "do you see how hard you make me?" and "do i think i get like this for anyone else?" and "do you see what a mess you make of me?"
