caught on 35mm

gee, nanami’s defense attorney (slow uploads ! )

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GEE/GIGI + 9TEEN + THEY/SHE = THE PHOTOGRAPHER’S MUSE

masterlist + rules + main + ao3

recent developed films:

MARY + ME AND YOUR MAMA + THE SUN, THE MOON AND THE POOL 

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... VAMP ANTHEM

HALLOWEEN IS NOT OVER YET IN MY TIMEZONE SO inspired by this post @saneminx tagged me in, here's some vampire bf!nanami for y'all lol

cw: no beta reader we die like men, soft until its kinky, corny asf, oral (f. recieving), v. fingering, feeding, blood play (? ish), soft vampire bf nanami, if i missed something lmk

song title: vamp anthem by playboi carti

- vampire boyfriend!nanami who found himself the most ironic partner; someone who loves having fun in the sun and all the bright colors in existence 

- vampire bf!nanami who is so thankful evolution has guided him to withstand garlic enough to try the wonderful dishes you cook for him. 

- vampire bf!nanami who even laughs at your teasing jokes about all the stereotypes of his kind.

- vampire bf!nanami who found a liking in eating your pretty cunt for hours, the way you grind against his face whenever you feel his fangs graze your puffy clit drove him insane.

- vampire bf!nanami who now doesn’t feed on people unless it’s you, sinking his teeth into your inner thigh as the blood rushing down your body from the orgasm that shook you whole is delicious, and the way your moans increased from the feeling made his cock throb.

- vampire bf!nanami who fills you with praise after you’ve held on through his nutritious meal, fingers curled into that spot as he fills his stomach with your sweet blood.

- vampire bf!nanami who patches you up and runs you a warm bath, allowing you to fall asleep and preparing you a meal full of iron and other nutrients for when you wake up. he could never let his favorite treat get sick, of course! 

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader 

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k 

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex. 

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!” 

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only. 

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction. 

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun. 

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music. 

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin. 

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind. 

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements. 

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough. 

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down. 

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room. 

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body. 

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count. 

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy. 

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval. 

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his. 

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones. 

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen. 

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits. 

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself. 

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song. 

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso. 

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. 

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it. 

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun. 

[kentos-filmcamera]

LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY Y AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC!! you don't get it you changed the trajectory of my life with that fic. so good. loved it.

stop. this almost made me cry ANON THANK YOU SM FOR READING AND THIS KIND ASK MSKFMSMFKALDLAKDK I—

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader 

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k 

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex. 

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!” 

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only. 

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction. 

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun. 

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music. 

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin. 

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind. 

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements. 

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough. 

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down. 

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room. 

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body. 

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count. 

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy. 

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval. 

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his. 

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones. 

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen. 

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits. 

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself. 

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song. 

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso. 

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. 

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it. 

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun. 

[kentos-filmcamera]

now playing... CANDY

a ella le gusta vacilar, todos los weekenes' irse a janguear

ella es loquita pero dulce como candy

pairing: okkotsu yuuta x afab!reader 

summary: when your boyfriend gets too hot and bothered at the club !

wc: 1.2k 

cw: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), small letters just for the intro, aged up/18+ characters, college AU but that's just for context, established relationship, semi-public sex, implied sub!okkotsu, mentions of alcohol, mentions of weed, PERREO WOOHOO, light latinx culture symbolism, latinx coded reader + friends, yuuta is a horny lil mf who gets turned on by nothing rip, fingering, riding (reverse cowgirl included), mostly-clothed sex, food trading (just a lollipop), implied unprotected sex. 

inspired by: candy by plan b & CANDY - Remix by ROSALÍA ft. Chencho Corlerone

A/N: LE GUSTA LO KINKY NASTY AUNQUE SEA FANCY SE PONE CRANKY SI LO HAGO ROMANTIC lol a fucking classic, yet another reggeaton song fic but this time jjk 0 got me in SHAMBLES im sorry kenken baby but you’ve gotta share sometimes fanks to my loyal beta @erenllegayseva n my darling love @cherrykamado who hopped on this madness when i reached out <33 los reales ANYWAY bone apple teeth ;P

“Aw c’mon, baby, lighten up. It’s going to be fun!” 

Okkotsu now remembered your voice very clearly in the queue to enter the club, dressed up in a mini skirt and a skimpy top, clinging onto him to avert the eyes of hungry people trying to see what’s under those tight pieces of clothing. He found it so endearing still, even after more than a few months of dating, you stuck yourself to him as if he was the prize; so proud to have him as your boyfriend, the one and only. 

The memory struck him like lightning, you were applying some lip gloss under the grim lights the lampposts grazed upon the poor innocent souls waiting for the turn in for a rather packed space condecorated with sticky flooring, impressive UV paintings on the walls, overpriced alcohol and bodies rubbing themselves against each other. Though the lighting was sketchy, you shone brighter than the sun in his eyes, and your lip gloss sparkled enough to blind anyone who turned in your direction. 

Wait, Overpriced alcohol. Yes, that, cheap alcohol at that pre-game and the CBD pen he carried on that tiny shoulder purse were the reason he overlooked your comment at the queue. That seemingly innocent comment now made him wonder if this was you and your friends’ definition of fun. 

Your plush ass bouncing against his crotch to the beat of the music. 

It was fun; he found himself enjoying the apparently traditional way of dirty dancing amongst his girlfriend’s culture. You definitely thought it was fun, a dazed smile swirling at your lips despite the cherry candy lollipop stick stuck between them. Yuuta was even taught to grind back against you, his hands placed on your hips, slender fingers delving into the clothed skin. 

“Go, white boy, go!” He had heard too many times to count with his own two hands, your friends dissipating his insecurities just as they coursed through his mind. 

He had seen your perreo abilities before. Fun was one way to describe it. Except for the fact he was becoming intoxicated with your movements. 

Cómo se siente - Remix was a particularly romantic song for those who had someone to mingle themselves with— of course, it was about sex, but the beat was lighthearted comparing to other hits that went through the night— and for once in a while you turned around to sing to your boyfriend, who looked down at you as your hand grazed his neck, toying with the hem of the long sleeve navy shirt. Yuuta was the one to initiate the kiss, giving straight away his intentions, if the growing boner in his pants wasn’t enough. 

“Need ya’, I need you now” He slurred, more drunk on the fresh memory of your hips moving side to side than the substances he had taken. Your hips hit every single beat to perfection, ass jiggling along with the action made his mouth water in a way not even the Cuba libre couldn’t down. 

Though you gave it, Okkotsu barely waited for your approval to swoop your wrist and drag you to the long hall of bathrooms, catching his lips in yours before the door was even closed, stumbling onto the tiny room. 

“Please, please” He groaned, his hands ravaging your body under and over the clothes, sloppy open-mouthed kissing filling every inch of the length of your neck. Your perfume was only clouding his senses even further, the familiar scent now seemed to have foreign effects on his body. 

“W-what has gotten into you?” You breathed out in a chuckle between moans, one of your perfectly styled brows quirking up. Though you played dumb over the growing wet patch dampening your panties, a bit fascinated with the way you were both on the same wavelength more times that you could count. 

“Your dancing is so incredible, '' Okkotsu looked up at you, those entrancing eyes softening into those similar of a puppy, pupils noticeably dilated. He watched with a pout as a mischievous smile rose upon your lips slowly, in a way the Cheshire Cat would envy. 

“I want you, please, I’ll be quick” Yuuta kept on whining, pulling your panties aside when you gave a frenetic nod of approval. 

His breath hitched when he noticed you were near aroused as he was, rough-skinned fingers rubbing circles on that swollen nub soon had you mewling, knees weakening when he pumped his fingers in and out of your heat. His moans matched yours though he wasn’t even being touched in any shape or form. Your pleasure was his. 

“C’mon baby, weren’t you desperate?” You taunted him with a coo. The music was loud enough to cover any sounds, including yours, inside the divided bathroom. Still, your voice bounced around the tiled walls, droopy eyes looking back up at his hungry ones. 

“Uhu! S-sorry” He whimpered, allowing you to push him to sit at the closed toilet seat, rushedly pulling down his light wash jeans and underwear, his achingly hard cock slapping against his lower abdomen. 

The stuffy secretive stall, the beat thumping over your moans, the steps outside, drunk girls chattering and the new lollipop swirling at your lips mindlessly as you pushed your limits to ride his cock had Okkotsu even more dazed and confused than he was before. His moans were sweet like the cherry candy you hid inside the material of your blouse, between your tits. 

“Open” You ordered, and he familiarly stuck his tongue out for you “Hold this for me, mkay cupcake?” You hummed, sitting completely on his cock before placing the lollipop on his tongue after giving it a few licks yourself. 

Without another word utter, you turned to give your back to him, his fingers not shying away from the curve of your ass, mouth watering around the hard candy. You sat there for a mere second before you recognized the song, his dark blue eyes widening as you rode his cock and bounced your ass to the beat of the song. 

“Fuuuuuck, honey” Yuuta moaned, watching you put on a show for him. Not being able to contain his urges any further, a yelp left your mouth when he used the seemingly invisible strength to pull back up into your feet, back inevitably arching. You could feel his ragged breath and the lollipop stick grazing your neck, keen hands groping your tits until they were freed from the constraints of the skimpy blouse that bunched up mid-torso. 

“Kiss me” You demanded. Yuuta pulled the sugared treat out of his mouth before pulling back by your neck and into a sloppy, wet kiss. Satisfying your wishes, his hips begun to create a new pace, one that let him appreciate well enough the way your ass jiggled with each thrust. 

Yuuta’s hips rutted into you, in a similar manner to what they did earlier. The way he was thrusting into you seemed as though he wanted to fuck you into and through the cold wall, cheek pressed against it. 

For the rest of the night, Okkotsu didn’t shy away to grind into you with force as he bent you down, feeling himself in the same way you and your group did. He did become worthy of earning impressed looks and teasing from your friends who saw him as the shy type earlier on. In response, he just shrugged, winked and smiled. A lollipop stick dangling from between his lips tugged into a smirk. Yes, dancing with you was fun. 

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[kentos-filmcamera]

me fui de vacaciones/keep driving (nanami kento x afab!reader) 

“ hoy voy a darle paz a mi corazón, por eso me perdí “ / “ maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two; hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you “

pairing: nanami kento x sorcerer afab!reader 

summary: the doo-wops and hooligans of going on a lengthy summer trip with your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, who is finally taking some well deserved time off.

wc: 3.4k 

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), established relationship, tw romanization of europe, latinx!coded reader (could be also seen as light skinned), mention of hair texture (not explicitly, but maybe around 2C-3C), reader is a material girl, mentions of alcohol, vulnerable!nanami, lots of praise, very light degradation, oral (f!recieving), doggystyle, mating press,  breeding kink, semi public sex, morning sex, use of pet names (cupcake, baby, love, honey, sweetheart, buttercup, etc), the baby girlfication of nanami kento, you two are absolutely in love, incredibly self indulgent, small surprise at the end hehe, plz lmk if i missed something.

A/N: this was insanely self indulgent so BONE APPLE TEETH AHAHAHAHAH s/o to my wonderful, supportive partner @erenllegayseva who has been beta'ing for me for months now heh.

inspired by: me fui de vacaciones by bad bunny & keep driving by harry styles.

“Uh, Kento?” Your groggy voice should have alerted the man zooming between the bedroom, the closet, and the bathroom. 

As you slowly ripped yourself from the warm, fluffy sheets you weren’t expecting to be out of so soon and took clumsy steps from where you heard his nerve-wracking muttering, both your passports opened with a Visa you were surprised to see wasn’t even expired yet or was close to doing so. 

“…What’s going on?” Your eyes involuntarily squinted as a response to the bright light your shared bathroom had, watching over the blond man checking off a list as he packed both of your matching toiletry bags with embroidered initials. 

Shoulders tense since he didn’t hear your call out, Kento Nanami turned to you with eyes that gave away the fact he hadn’t slept that previous night, though he cuddled you for what seemed to be hours up until that moment. 

“We’re going on an Eurotrip” He replied rather simply, though his demeanor noted he wasn’t as relaxed as he made out the vibes of the idea were. 

Nanami watched as your expression changed several times, going from confusion, to concern, to surprise, only to land on a mixture of all the previous ones as you stood by the doorway in silence, legs crossed, pajama pants hanging lazily from your hips, scratching your arm as you seemed to take your sweet time thinking about it “Okay, what the fuck is going on? Are we running away?” 

Kento gave you a fleeting glance before getting back to the task at hand. “No.” 

“Did you murder someone?” You took a long stride closer to press more into getting a viable answer. 

“No.” 

“Wait… did you get fired?” Kento felt your hot morning breath on his neck, looking up to find you staring at him intensely from the mirror. You knew the intense commitment morale that lit his soul on fire against the violent need to not work would make it unlikely for him to be discharged as a sorcerer. 

“No. I booked the tickets a month ago. I didn’t even ask for permission, I just… let them know” He turned his head to peck your lips quickly “Good morning, honey. Now that you’re awake, help me out with packing. I didn’t pay for the extra luggage” He announced, causing your mouth  to hang wide. 

You were leaving for… God knows how long, and he wanted you to survive on whatever could fit on a carry-on suitcase? “Hello? I literally packed a medium suitcase for the a weekend at the beach two months ago!” 

“That’s half the fun of it. Be grateful I didn’t choose to go backpacking” He shrugged “And brush your teeth, stinky” Kento mocked you in the same way that you did with him coming all sweaty from a mission, but you still played to be extremely offended as he exited the bathroom to leave you to start your morning routine, just a few hours too early. 

Though you received what seemed to be a plausible answer, you still thought about the situation while you peed, showered, did your skincare routine, and brushed your teeth, upon your boyfriend’s request, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and a shower cap. “Why are we doing this?” You questioned again, a lack of the humor your voice had earlier. 

“I…” Nanami started, but he just let out a deep sigh as you took big steps to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, his head resting against your chest. His arms snaked around your body and returned a tighter grip “I’m tired.” His words hung around the air for what seemed to be hours on earth, the way his breathing continued after speaking made you realize he had been holding that in for a long time; pressing against his ribs and causing a strain in his heart. 

Your attention was brought back to him when he cleared his throat “Things seem just to be turning for the worse, and I don’t want… anything to happen to me— or us without achieving the one thing that we’ve always had on our minds” 

You were an international student who transferred to Jujutsu Tokyo Tech after being advised to do so, entering your first year alongside Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara. While you got along well with anyone else in existence, Nanami would literally run away at your sight. Not until you grabbed him by the back of his shirt and confronted him, he flat out admitted he had a crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it. 

You had grown alongside him; you were his rock, as by sixteen he had already lost his best friend, and upon deciding to quit being a sorcerer, thus quitting on your relationship as he somehow resented your stability and conformity with the practice. Until one day he showed up at your doorstep, eye bags as heavy as the weight he was carrying on his shoulders, and you could only pull him into a hug, make him some tea and listen when he spoke through the hushed early hours of the morning. 

“That’s valid, cupcake” You could only reply, leaning down to kiss his temple “What time does the flight leave?” You broke away the hug, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles before heading inside your closet to slip right into your airport clothes. 

“In…” The unnecessary long pause made you quirk up a brow as you peaked your head out “Three hours?” 

You scolded him all the way through the frenzied packing, even over the sound of the tiny vacuum that sealed your clothes inside plastic bags to optimize suitcase space, only stopping to complain once a nervous Ijichi informed you were right on time. You still gave Nanami a venomous side eye before chatting it up with the driver who was doing you a favor, the idea of missing the plane to a trip you had no idea what you were getting yourself into left you on edge. 

“Since when do you own gray sweatpants?” You asked as you checked in for the flight, Kento insisted on dragging both of your suitcases by himself, his backpack strapped against the long handle while you only took care of the medium-sized Longchamp handbag under your arm, heading towards customs. 

“I don’t know I’ve just… had them laying around” Kento shrugged, fixing the wireframe glasses. His outfit was literally just a pair of sweatpants, a plain white tee and a navy blue zip-up hoodie, while you, on the other hand, wore a baby pink matching Juicy Couture classic tracksuit with a white t-shirt underneath, headphones hanging around your neck and a pair of sunglasses adorned the top of your head even though it was literally five in the morning. You both had matching white sneakers, adorably enough. 

You got through customs and waited around for your section to be called, Kento surprising you with business class tickets,  considering he had only booked it a month ago when some people planned a year in advance, at the least. “I’m so glad we’re doing this” He whispered before kissing your cheek sweetly as you sat down in the double bed seats, getting ready for a rather long flight to Heathrow. 

And that’s how you found yourself facing the ocean lit by the moonlight, holding tightly onto the railing as Nanami held an equally tight grip on your hips, thrusting himself into you in a calculated, but erratic manner. It all started out so innocently, coming back from dinner and a pre-game to get ready for some clubbing, with him on his knees undoing the straps of your heels, kissing up your calf to end his ministrations at your clothed heat. 

At that point you had already traveled through London, taking the Eurostar to Paris, undergoing a long trip down to Barcelona, then Madrid before catching a flight for the weekend to Ibiza. In your first leg of the France trip, you had realize how much pleasure Kento took in having sex on balconies; the first time, it was careful as it was a new experience you had gotten yourselves into, but after a night out full of drinking and watching you dance in a silk slip dress with a slit that only invited him to get under the fabric and taste what it was safekeeping to the general public, the way he pounded into you from behind was delicious. 

Your tinted eyelashes fluttering sweetly against your sparkly eyelids, wine red tinted mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as your sun-kissed skin glowed in the moonlight, your otherwise sweet boyfriend squeezing your pink stained cheeks as he gripped tightly on the plush of her hips. Your moans bounced around the limited enclosed space of the balcony, projecting themselves to the outside world and mixing in with the sound of the waves crashing at the sandy beach. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart” Nanami cooed, letting out a small whine “Gonna let me fill you up in every country we go to, yeah? That’s a good, good slut for me” He slurred, his hand reaching to tease your hardened clit, earning out a loud cry as you felt your own release crashing down just by the featherlight touch applied for a few seconds. He took a few final overstimulating strokes as your cunt milked out the thick, slick cum spurting out of his plush tip. 

“Our flight leaves at eight AM… hit the club, come back at six for a shower and check out?” Nanami offered as he wiped the sweat off his temples, unaware of the lipstick stains around his lips. It was only two AM, some clubs even opened around that time. You shot your brows up, looking at him surprised, already mentally prepared to bargain that offer yourself and coerce him into accepting. 

Ultimately, the shower part seemed to be a bit ambitious, you only realized it as Kento had to tear you away from the dance floor, eyes blinded by the light outside the dark club. You ran through the Ibiza airport, still wearing the dress from the night before; Nanami had your heels in his hands, hearing the final call for your flight as you arrived at the gate, panting. 

“Let’s never make impulsive decisions again, alright?” He huffed, thankful that three quarters of the plane was out like a light, just a few people noticing their walk of shame to their seats. You nodded, chest heaving as you pulled a jumper out of his bag, and he took in the sight of you, a hand reaching to hold a strand of hair in his palm “I’ve rarely seen you with your natural hair; I like it” 

Taken completely off guard, you turned to him with watery eyes. Coming up from a culture where even the slightest wave is demonized, hearing something the complete opposite of what you grew accustomed to was… refreshing, to say the least, “Gah, thank you, darlin’. I need to buy some new curl cream, I’ve been surviving on my usual leave-in” You muttered, fidgeting with the long sleeves as you avoided looking directly at him, feeling the region from your chest to down your stomach warm up significantly, in the best way possible. 

Nanami thanked the man at the car rental as you settled the luggage in, taking once more the rightful place as Kento’s passenger princess. Though you drove from time to time, he insisted on doing so on your second leg of the France tour, taking advantage of the summer weather to explore the beaches in Côte d’Azur, first off to Saint-Tropez, driving up to Cannes, then Nice to stop at Monaco. By the time you reached Italy, you had been traveling for a month or so, and the sun-exposed freckles on Kento’s skin that he didn’t even think he had. 

You ran through the itinerary and the arrangements to return the rental car as Kento poured some gas halfway through your destination, yawning as he held onto the gas pump, you were currently off to buy some snacks at the convenience store. 

“You alright, love?” You crept up behind him, getting on your tippy toes to rest your chin on his shoulder, a hand resting on his tiny waist and the other holding onto a bag. 

He turned and looked at you, nodding with tired eyes. “That’s it, call me Jesus because I’m taking the wheel,” You said without much fuss, hopping onto the driver’s seat just as your partner pulled the pump out, closing the tank. 

“No, honey, it’s alright” He insisted, a true gentleman at heart, but you could read him like a children’s book. 

“C’mon, I’ll keep driving, buttercup” You caressed his face, leaning in to leave a peck on the tip of his nose.

“Fine, I still owe you something” He buckled up as you started the car back up not really taking into account what he meant, locking the doors and driving towards the direction of the sundown, taking your pair of sunglasses from the dashboard. Nanami followed suit. You sighed happily when you noticed he was dead asleep after just ten minutes back on the road, glad you had made the right decision. 

As you settled in Portofino, Kento was a man of his word. The way your face contorted with that view of the nocturnal city dawning upon you was all he could think about the next morning of your arrival to the coastal town. He resorted to peppering kisses down the side of your neck, a large hand pressed against your abdomen to hold your warm resting body against his. 

You shuffled a bit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Good morning” You rasped before your lover turned you to lay on your back, hovering over you with lazy eyes and blond strands sticking in every direction, a woozy smirk tugging at his lips. 

“G’morning,” The pitch of his voice went straight to your spine, soliciting the arousal that shook you awake almost violently. “I think I owe you something” His voice was groggy, but it had full effect as he whispered into your ear before kissing down your neck slowly, feeling his bulge press against your thigh. 

A tender finger played with the hem of the panties you wore to bed with only one of his t-shirts, which he tugged over your waist so you could finish the job. The bedroom was cold, a shiver accompanied by goosebumps cursed through your bare skin. 

You whined as he refused to hook his finger to trap the lace and free your wet cunt, moisture growing just from his chaste kisses and sweet nothings he whispered. He took your breasts, groping them before rounding the soft fingertips and taking one of the light brown nipples into his mouth, back arching at the contact of his warm tongue against the cold room. 

“My precious angel” Nanami cooed after releasing with a tiny pop! the now stimulated perky nipples received two tiny kisses before his hands occupied themselves with tugging your panties just enough to allow him to slide under the warm covers and dip his tongue down to your wetness, like a thirsty man to a pond. You were so hazy still, eyes clouded with pleasure and tiredness, delicate moans running out of your mouth as he dipped a finger into your throbbing hole, tongue taking turns in flicking and drawing circles around the swollen nub. 

You peeled the covers away from your bodies, Nanami taking the opportunity and folding your legs to press against your torso, holding them back with his single free hand by the back of your knees. The sun was starting to sneak itself into the room as the city vibrated awake with life. He tore himself away from your body, and looked down at the way the infant sunrays gleamed against your supple tan skin in a way that made you want to cry; his eyes full of raw desire, covered with a thick layer of adoration over the vulnerable state you allowed yourself to be in with him.

“You’re perfect, did you know that?” He managed to muster out after gazing over at your beauty, whatever time he lasted, he considered it wasn’t enough. He wanted to devote himself to it for hours, years on end. 

You chuckled and shook your head, “If you say so” You sighed, looking back up with tender eyes, the closest thing to heart eyes that could ever exist. You lowered your legs slightly to help him remove the pajama tee, leaning to kiss his shoulder softly before your legs were placed on the same spot. 

“I love you, so much” He breathed out, pulling the flannel pants down, pumping his length before pushing the flushed tip in, earning back a gasp. 

“I-I love you too, Kento” You managed to croak out as he slowly invited himself in, the way your warm walls sucked him in was driving him insane, toned chest heaving against your thighs. A groan let out in unison rang as he completed his way in, both trying to process the wave of pleasure that washed you over. 

Your senses felt heightened with emotion as he pounded his way into you brutally, but his swollen, sweet lips kept whispering praises and adorations. You whined at the angle he kept repeatedly milking out your sweet spot, slick arousal coating the white bedsheets underneath your bodies. 

“Nhn!— Kento, baby, gonna cum” You announced, back arched against your own restraints as your partner pulled you into a sloppy kiss, eyes closed and lips unable to reciprocate correctly as your orgasm washed over you with glorious chants of his name. 

“Fuck, yes! Ah, you’re squeezing me so tight, hm— gonna fill your pretty pussy up, my gorgeous wife” He moaned, carried away by the pleasure of the moment, overstimulating you over and over again, until ropes of white filled you to the brim, both coming down from your high as the throbbing milked Nanami out even further. 

“You want to know the main reason why I wanted to come on this trip?” He asked after you both caught back to a regular breathing pace, your head resting against his bare chest. You hummed groggily, concentrating on how his heartbeat decreased slowly to its regular, soothing pace you knew personally. 

You sat up, visibly confused as he reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out a red box with golden linings. He opened it as he faced you, hopeful eyes looking into yours, increasingly growing damp when the realization hit you like a truck, accompanied by a sting inside your nose. 

“I lied before coming here” He started out, taking in a shaky breath. “There are actually two things I wanted to do just in case something happened to either of us, I wasn’t sure, but I realized it soon enough. We’re on this trip already so…” You looked away as he spoke, feeling suddenly embarrassed because of the tears that dampened your cheeks. “Hey you,” He called out, a delicate finger guiding your face to confront his own. “Would you do me the honor of marrying you?” 

Monday. You had returned back to your hometown on Friday, taking the weekend to rest and unpack the three suitcases, since Nanami gave up trying to save space and money, caving into buying a medium suitcase to resolve the space crisis, made up of clothes and designer items that couldn’t be sealed and you got good bargains for. 

Currently, both you and Kento started down at your laps on your first day back on the job again, only sometimes daring to give each other a side eye as you were being told off terribly for exceeding your vacation time by a month, going totally off the radar and ignoring all work-related calls, insisting that you were both lucky you weren’t fired as soon as your free time was over. 

Gojo stood behind the two of you, absentmindedly doing everything and anything, except actually listening and contributing to the conversation. His blindfolded eyes subconsciously landed on your right hand, since you moved it onto the armrest. 

“Holy shit, you’re married?!”

[kentos-filmcamera]

me fui de vacaciones/keep driving (nanami kento x afab!reader) 

“ hoy voy a darle paz a mi corazón, por eso me perdí “ / “ maple syrup, coffee, pancakes for two; hash brown, egg yolk, i will always love you “

pairing: nanami kento x sorcerer afab!reader 

summary: the doo-wops and hooligans of going on a lengthy summer trip with your boyfriend, Nanami Kento, who is finally taking some well deserved time off.

wc: 3.4k 

warnings: nsfw (MINORS + AGELESS BLOGS DNI), established relationship, tw romanization of europe, latinx!coded reader (could be also seen as light skinned), mention of hair texture (not explicitly, but maybe around 2C-3C), reader is a material girl, mentions of alcohol, vulnerable!nanami, lots of praise, very light degradation, oral (f!recieving), doggystyle, mating press,  breeding kink, semi public sex, morning sex, use of pet names (cupcake, baby, love, honey, sweetheart, buttercup, etc), the baby girlfication of nanami kento, you two are absolutely in love, incredibly self indulgent, small surprise at the end hehe, plz lmk if i missed something.

A/N: this was insanely self indulgent so BONE APPLE TEETH AHAHAHAHAH s/o to my wonderful, supportive partner @erenllegayseva who has been beta'ing for me for months now heh.

inspired by: me fui de vacaciones by bad bunny & keep driving by harry styles.

“Uh, Kento?” Your groggy voice should have alerted the man zooming between the bedroom, the closet, and the bathroom. 

As you slowly ripped yourself from the warm, fluffy sheets you weren’t expecting to be out of so soon and took clumsy steps from where you heard his nerve-wracking muttering, both your passports opened with a Visa you were surprised to see wasn’t even expired yet or was close to doing so. 

“…What’s going on?” Your eyes involuntarily squinted as a response to the bright light your shared bathroom had, watching over the blond man checking off a list as he packed both of your matching toiletry bags with embroidered initials. 

Shoulders tense since he didn’t hear your call out, Kento Nanami turned to you with eyes that gave away the fact he hadn’t slept that previous night, though he cuddled you for what seemed to be hours up until that moment. 

“We’re going on an Eurotrip” He replied rather simply, though his demeanor noted he wasn’t as relaxed as he made out the vibes of the idea were. 

Nanami watched as your expression changed several times, going from confusion, to concern, to surprise, only to land on a mixture of all the previous ones as you stood by the doorway in silence, legs crossed, pajama pants hanging lazily from your hips, scratching your arm as you seemed to take your sweet time thinking about it “Okay, what the fuck is going on? Are we running away?” 

Kento gave you a fleeting glance before getting back to the task at hand. “No.” 

“Did you murder someone?” You took a long stride closer to press more into getting a viable answer. 

“No.” 

“Wait… did you get fired?” Kento felt your hot morning breath on his neck, looking up to find you staring at him intensely from the mirror. You knew the intense commitment morale that lit his soul on fire against the violent need to not work would make it unlikely for him to be discharged as a sorcerer. 

“No. I booked the tickets a month ago. I didn’t even ask for permission, I just… let them know” He turned his head to peck your lips quickly “Good morning, honey. Now that you’re awake, help me out with packing. I didn’t pay for the extra luggage” He announced, causing your mouth  to hang wide. 

You were leaving for… God knows how long, and he wanted you to survive on whatever could fit on a carry-on suitcase? “Hello? I literally packed a medium suitcase for the a weekend at the beach two months ago!” 

“That’s half the fun of it. Be grateful I didn’t choose to go backpacking” He shrugged “And brush your teeth, stinky” Kento mocked you in the same way that you did with him coming all sweaty from a mission, but you still played to be extremely offended as he exited the bathroom to leave you to start your morning routine, just a few hours too early. 

Though you received what seemed to be a plausible answer, you still thought about the situation while you peed, showered, did your skincare routine, and brushed your teeth, upon your boyfriend’s request, coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and a shower cap. “Why are we doing this?” You questioned again, a lack of the humor your voice had earlier. 

“I…” Nanami started, but he just let out a deep sigh as you took big steps to wrap your arms loosely around his neck, his head resting against your chest. His arms snaked around your body and returned a tighter grip “I’m tired.” His words hung around the air for what seemed to be hours on earth, the way his breathing continued after speaking made you realize he had been holding that in for a long time; pressing against his ribs and causing a strain in his heart. 

Your attention was brought back to him when he cleared his throat “Things seem just to be turning for the worse, and I don’t want… anything to happen to me— or us without achieving the one thing that we’ve always had on our minds” 

You were an international student who transferred to Jujutsu Tokyo Tech after being advised to do so, entering your first year alongside Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara. While you got along well with anyone else in existence, Nanami would literally run away at your sight. Not until you grabbed him by the back of his shirt and confronted him, he flat out admitted he had a crush on you and didn’t know what to do about it. 

You had grown alongside him; you were his rock, as by sixteen he had already lost his best friend, and upon deciding to quit being a sorcerer, thus quitting on your relationship as he somehow resented your stability and conformity with the practice. Until one day he showed up at your doorstep, eye bags as heavy as the weight he was carrying on his shoulders, and you could only pull him into a hug, make him some tea and listen when he spoke through the hushed early hours of the morning. 

“That’s valid, cupcake” You could only reply, leaning down to kiss his temple “What time does the flight leave?” You broke away the hug, taking his hand and kissing his knuckles before heading inside your closet to slip right into your airport clothes. 

“In…” The unnecessary long pause made you quirk up a brow as you peaked your head out “Three hours?” 

You scolded him all the way through the frenzied packing, even over the sound of the tiny vacuum that sealed your clothes inside plastic bags to optimize suitcase space, only stopping to complain once a nervous Ijichi informed you were right on time. You still gave Nanami a venomous side eye before chatting it up with the driver who was doing you a favor, the idea of missing the plane to a trip you had no idea what you were getting yourself into left you on edge. 

“Since when do you own gray sweatpants?” You asked as you checked in for the flight, Kento insisted on dragging both of your suitcases by himself, his backpack strapped against the long handle while you only took care of the medium-sized Longchamp handbag under your arm, heading towards customs. 

“I don’t know I’ve just… had them laying around” Kento shrugged, fixing the wireframe glasses. His outfit was literally just a pair of sweatpants, a plain white tee and a navy blue zip-up hoodie, while you, on the other hand, wore a baby pink matching Juicy Couture classic tracksuit with a white t-shirt underneath, headphones hanging around your neck and a pair of sunglasses adorned the top of your head even though it was literally five in the morning. You both had matching white sneakers, adorably enough. 

You got through customs and waited around for your section to be called, Kento surprising you with business class tickets,  considering he had only booked it a month ago when some people planned a year in advance, at the least. “I’m so glad we’re doing this” He whispered before kissing your cheek sweetly as you sat down in the double bed seats, getting ready for a rather long flight to Heathrow. 

And that’s how you found yourself facing the ocean lit by the moonlight, holding tightly onto the railing as Nanami held an equally tight grip on your hips, thrusting himself into you in a calculated, but erratic manner. It all started out so innocently, coming back from dinner and a pre-game to get ready for some clubbing, with him on his knees undoing the straps of your heels, kissing up your calf to end his ministrations at your clothed heat. 

At that point you had already traveled through London, taking the Eurostar to Paris, undergoing a long trip down to Barcelona, then Madrid before catching a flight for the weekend to Ibiza. In your first leg of the France trip, you had realize how much pleasure Kento took in having sex on balconies; the first time, it was careful as it was a new experience you had gotten yourselves into, but after a night out full of drinking and watching you dance in a silk slip dress with a slit that only invited him to get under the fabric and taste what it was safekeeping to the general public, the way he pounded into you from behind was delicious. 

Your tinted eyelashes fluttering sweetly against your sparkly eyelids, wine red tinted mouth forming a perfect ‘O’ as your sun-kissed skin glowed in the moonlight, your otherwise sweet boyfriend squeezing your pink stained cheeks as he gripped tightly on the plush of her hips. Your moans bounced around the limited enclosed space of the balcony, projecting themselves to the outside world and mixing in with the sound of the waves crashing at the sandy beach. 

“F-fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart” Nanami cooed, letting out a small whine “Gonna let me fill you up in every country we go to, yeah? That’s a good, good slut for me” He slurred, his hand reaching to tease your hardened clit, earning out a loud cry as you felt your own release crashing down just by the featherlight touch applied for a few seconds. He took a few final overstimulating strokes as your cunt milked out the thick, slick cum spurting out of his plush tip. 

“Our flight leaves at eight AM… hit the club, come back at six for a shower and check out?” Nanami offered as he wiped the sweat off his temples, unaware of the lipstick stains around his lips. It was only two AM, some clubs even opened around that time. You shot your brows up, looking at him surprised, already mentally prepared to bargain that offer yourself and coerce him into accepting. 

Ultimately, the shower part seemed to be a bit ambitious, you only realized it as Kento had to tear you away from the dance floor, eyes blinded by the light outside the dark club. You ran through the Ibiza airport, still wearing the dress from the night before; Nanami had your heels in his hands, hearing the final call for your flight as you arrived at the gate, panting. 

“Let’s never make impulsive decisions again, alright?” He huffed, thankful that three quarters of the plane was out like a light, just a few people noticing their walk of shame to their seats. You nodded, chest heaving as you pulled a jumper out of his bag, and he took in the sight of you, a hand reaching to hold a strand of hair in his palm “I’ve rarely seen you with your natural hair; I like it” 

Taken completely off guard, you turned to him with watery eyes. Coming up from a culture where even the slightest wave is demonized, hearing something the complete opposite of what you grew accustomed to was… refreshing, to say the least, “Gah, thank you, darlin’. I need to buy some new curl cream, I’ve been surviving on my usual leave-in” You muttered, fidgeting with the long sleeves as you avoided looking directly at him, feeling the region from your chest to down your stomach warm up significantly, in the best way possible. 

Nanami thanked the man at the car rental as you settled the luggage in, taking once more the rightful place as Kento’s passenger princess. Though you drove from time to time, he insisted on doing so on your second leg of the France tour, taking advantage of the summer weather to explore the beaches in Côte d’Azur, first off to Saint-Tropez, driving up to Cannes, then Nice to stop at Monaco. By the time you reached Italy, you had been traveling for a month or so, and the sun-exposed freckles on Kento’s skin that he didn’t even think he had. 

You ran through the itinerary and the arrangements to return the rental car as Kento poured some gas halfway through your destination, yawning as he held onto the gas pump, you were currently off to buy some snacks at the convenience store. 

“You alright, love?” You crept up behind him, getting on your tippy toes to rest your chin on his shoulder, a hand resting on his tiny waist and the other holding onto a bag. 

He turned and looked at you, nodding with tired eyes. “That’s it, call me Jesus because I’m taking the wheel,” You said without much fuss, hopping onto the driver’s seat just as your partner pulled the pump out, closing the tank. 

“No, honey, it’s alright” He insisted, a true gentleman at heart, but you could read him like a children’s book. 

“C’mon, I’ll keep driving, buttercup” You caressed his face, leaning in to leave a peck on the tip of his nose.

“Fine, I still owe you something” He buckled up as you started the car back up not really taking into account what he meant, locking the doors and driving towards the direction of the sundown, taking your pair of sunglasses from the dashboard. Nanami followed suit. You sighed happily when you noticed he was dead asleep after just ten minutes back on the road, glad you had made the right decision. 

As you settled in Portofino, Kento was a man of his word. The way your face contorted with that view of the nocturnal city dawning upon you was all he could think about the next morning of your arrival to the coastal town. He resorted to peppering kisses down the side of your neck, a large hand pressed against your abdomen to hold your warm resting body against his. 

You shuffled a bit, letting out a breathy chuckle. “Good morning” You rasped before your lover turned you to lay on your back, hovering over you with lazy eyes and blond strands sticking in every direction, a woozy smirk tugging at his lips. 

“G’morning,” The pitch of his voice went straight to your spine, soliciting the arousal that shook you awake almost violently. “I think I owe you something” His voice was groggy, but it had full effect as he whispered into your ear before kissing down your neck slowly, feeling his bulge press against your thigh. 

A tender finger played with the hem of the panties you wore to bed with only one of his t-shirts, which he tugged over your waist so you could finish the job. The bedroom was cold, a shiver accompanied by goosebumps cursed through your bare skin. 

You whined as he refused to hook his finger to trap the lace and free your wet cunt, moisture growing just from his chaste kisses and sweet nothings he whispered. He took your breasts, groping them before rounding the soft fingertips and taking one of the light brown nipples into his mouth, back arching at the contact of his warm tongue against the cold room. 

“My precious angel” Nanami cooed after releasing with a tiny pop! the now stimulated perky nipples received two tiny kisses before his hands occupied themselves with tugging your panties just enough to allow him to slide under the warm covers and dip his tongue down to your wetness, like a thirsty man to a pond. You were so hazy still, eyes clouded with pleasure and tiredness, delicate moans running out of your mouth as he dipped a finger into your throbbing hole, tongue taking turns in flicking and drawing circles around the swollen nub. 

You peeled the covers away from your bodies, Nanami taking the opportunity and folding your legs to press against your torso, holding them back with his single free hand by the back of your knees. The sun was starting to sneak itself into the room as the city vibrated awake with life. He tore himself away from your body, and looked down at the way the infant sunrays gleamed against your supple tan skin in a way that made you want to cry; his eyes full of raw desire, covered with a thick layer of adoration over the vulnerable state you allowed yourself to be in with him.

“You’re perfect, did you know that?” He managed to muster out after gazing over at your beauty, whatever time he lasted, he considered it wasn’t enough. He wanted to devote himself to it for hours, years on end. 

You chuckled and shook your head, “If you say so” You sighed, looking back up with tender eyes, the closest thing to heart eyes that could ever exist. You lowered your legs slightly to help him remove the pajama tee, leaning to kiss his shoulder softly before your legs were placed on the same spot. 

“I love you, so much” He breathed out, pulling the flannel pants down, pumping his length before pushing the flushed tip in, earning back a gasp. 

“I-I love you too, Kento” You managed to croak out as he slowly invited himself in, the way your warm walls sucked him in was driving him insane, toned chest heaving against your thighs. A groan let out in unison rang as he completed his way in, both trying to process the wave of pleasure that washed you over. 

Your senses felt heightened with emotion as he pounded his way into you brutally, but his swollen, sweet lips kept whispering praises and adorations. You whined at the angle he kept repeatedly milking out your sweet spot, slick arousal coating the white bedsheets underneath your bodies. 

“Nhn!— Kento, baby, gonna cum” You announced, back arched against your own restraints as your partner pulled you into a sloppy kiss, eyes closed and lips unable to reciprocate correctly as your orgasm washed over you with glorious chants of his name. 

“Fuck, yes! Ah, you’re squeezing me so tight, hm— gonna fill your pretty pussy up, my gorgeous wife” He moaned, carried away by the pleasure of the moment, overstimulating you over and over again, until ropes of white filled you to the brim, both coming down from your high as the throbbing milked Nanami out even further. 

“You want to know the main reason why I wanted to come on this trip?” He asked after you both caught back to a regular breathing pace, your head resting against his bare chest. You hummed groggily, concentrating on how his heartbeat decreased slowly to its regular, soothing pace you knew personally. 

You sat up, visibly confused as he reached for the bedside table, opening the drawer and taking out a red box with golden linings. He opened it as he faced you, hopeful eyes looking into yours, increasingly growing damp when the realization hit you like a truck, accompanied by a sting inside your nose. 

“I lied before coming here” He started out, taking in a shaky breath. “There are actually two things I wanted to do just in case something happened to either of us, I wasn’t sure, but I realized it soon enough. We’re on this trip already so…” You looked away as he spoke, feeling suddenly embarrassed because of the tears that dampened your cheeks. “Hey you,” He called out, a delicate finger guiding your face to confront his own. “Would you do me the honor of marrying you?” 

Monday. You had returned back to your hometown on Friday, taking the weekend to rest and unpack the three suitcases, since Nanami gave up trying to save space and money, caving into buying a medium suitcase to resolve the space crisis, made up of clothes and designer items that couldn’t be sealed and you got good bargains for. 

Currently, both you and Kento started down at your laps on your first day back on the job again, only sometimes daring to give each other a side eye as you were being told off terribly for exceeding your vacation time by a month, going totally off the radar and ignoring all work-related calls, insisting that you were both lucky you weren’t fired as soon as your free time was over. 

Gojo stood behind the two of you, absentmindedly doing everything and anything, except actually listening and contributing to the conversation. His blindfolded eyes subconsciously landed on your right hand, since you moved it onto the armrest. 

“Holy shit, you’re married?!”

[myarlert]

im sorry to pop off with this and i know i shouldn’t be complaining, but i’m giving free content.. taking MY TIME to put things out .. one of the reblogs was me .. this isn’t instagram !! reblogging literally takes one second :/ call me what you will, but i find it discouraging, and i know a lot of other very hard working people do too.

[kentos-filmcamera]

gonna start remodeling this blog really soon <33

[prettyboykatsuki-moved]

inumaki kisses you in all the places you look pretty. because he can't say it, and only staring feels creepy - he opts to give you deliberate pecks. on the corners of your eyes, your eyelids, your mouths. they're never rushed, never quick - they feel like a compliment. just as slow and patient as the words "you're so pretty" and just as adoring as "i love you." he kisses you than looks you in the eyes, does it one more time for good measure. it always lingers for days.

[kentos-filmcamera]

happy father’s day to nanami who absolutely loves pumping you full of his cum while panting how pretty you would taking care of his child and what a perfect father’s day gift you’re giving him.

[siderearum-deactivated20240716]

HEY. YES YOU.

IF YOU CAN LIKE YOU CAN REBLOG. IF YOU CAN READ YOU CAN SUPPORT. IF YOU WANT CONTENT YOU GOTTA SHOW WRITERS THAT YOU DO (KINDLY.)