kat

19 ׂׂૢ i love nanami

[kissesnanami]

welcome !

𖩩꙼ৡ kat nineteen infj

i write for my darling nanami mainly but i'm open to writing for other characters as well !

requests are always open and very appreciated ! minors pls dni !!

kisses,

kat ఌ︎

[kissesnanami]

٩(ˊᗜˋ)و๑┊husband nanami experiments part 2 !

nanami kento never, ever gets angry. but he's only a man, and every man has his limits. today, you pushed him to his. no, you pushed him far beyond that. his jaw had been tense for long enough that it ached, and the same could be said for the stiffness in his pants. he was going to make sure you learned to never behave in such a manner again. he was going to discipline you.

STEP 1: EXCITE HER

nanami had already begun to thrust into your mouth. he had been aching for it all day and god did you feel good, but he couldn't let you know that. his fingers tangled in your soft hair and yet, the silk he felt on his fingertips did nothing to soothe him the way it usually did.

he was becoming breathless, mumbling curses and expressing his annoyance under his breath with his head tipped back, you felt so fucking good. he lazily lulled his head down to look at you again and saw the glossy look in your eyes and the way you pressed your legs together. you were enjoying this. his nose scrunched slightly in annoyance and he clicked his tongue. in thought, his eyes drifted away for a moment, then widened slightly with an idea. he pulled you off of him gently, hands deceptively careful once more as he carried you back to your shared bedroom.

STEP 2: DENY HER

you were placed down on the bed, sheets ruffling gently against your back. "finally done being mad, ken?" you hummed, teasing. his tongue poked the inside of his cheek as he grunted an unconvincing "mm," under his breath. tangling in between his fingers, nanami pulled your soaked panties off, eyes never leaving yours. the chill of cold air against you reached straight to your spine. you whined and tried to arch toward him to signal to him to touch you.

yet, he continued to unbutton his shirt and peel it off painfully slowly. you're unsure what he's thinking and you can't wait any longer. "keeennnn.. please.. don't tease," you mumble and he let's out a breathy chuckle in response. his fingers finally make contact with your clit and you let out a sound of relief. "look at you, so wet baby. you wanted me this bad? you should've just said so." he coos sweetly in your ear and the baritone of his voice and the texture of his fingertips were making your mind incredibly hazy.

nanami then suddenly shoved two of his large, thick fingers inside of you. you gasped as he spoke. "don't worry baby, i'll make you feel real good. you sound so good for me." his fingers are curling into you so well, reaching that spot over and over and over. you were incredibly close. "ken, kenkenken so close-" his soft expression suddenly disappears. he raises his eyebrow at you and the sadistic look in his eyes has returned in its entirety as he pulls his fingers right out of you just before you could get to finish. tears stream out of your eyes and you mumble a weak "why?"

"why? why? you really thought i'd let you finish that easily after your little stunts today? no baby." he looks at his two fingers that were covered in your arousal then, and you begin to let out pleas and apologies that he is entirely unimpressed with. he quickly shoves those same two fingers into your mouth with a firm "stop whining." looming above you, he watches your tear stained face as you suck on his fingers. he's huge, you can't help but admire his muscles and how attractive he is with that smug expression on his face; he looks so good. he chuckles as if he can read your thoughts (you honestly wouldn't be surprised if he could) as he begins to slowly stroke himself with his free hand. he lets out a low grumble of pleasure and you begin to reach down to touch yourself before stopping yourself. from the look in his eyes alone, you knew that would've been a horrible idea.

he notices that. he notices everything. smiling at you, he softens for real this time. "gooooodd giiirlll, look at you learning. you want it don't you, sweetheart?" he hummed and you nodded your head around his fingers frantically. "yeah baby? think you deserve it?" he pulls his fingers out of your mouth as he says that, giving you a chance to respond and you immediately spew out a flurry of apologies through your tears. he rises so that his back is straight once more and lines himself up to you.

STEP 3: REWARD HER

he immediately thrusts himself into you in one go accompanied by a strangled "fuuuuckk" that came from deep within his throat. you gasp and whine from the intrusion. he's so big and deep and it feels so good that you can't handle it. you reach out to clutch his back, digging into it with your nails to get any semblance of stability. he strokes your cheek with his calloused palm. "i know, baby. i know." despite his gentle tone, he begins to thrust into you, hard.

nanami's lost all his patience now. you just look so pretty underneath him like this, desperate and pathetic. one of his hands is overtaking your hip, fingers pressed into the skin so hard you're sure it'll bruise in the morning. his other falls from the side of your face down to your neck as he pulls you into a deep kiss. you're both close to losing your minds entirely. he's moving faster now, and you're both moaning into the other's mouth unashamedly. for a moment, it almost feels as though you've become one being as you both approach your peaks.

you clench around nanami hard, and he pulls away and presses his forehead to yours. you both look into each other's eyes as you simultaneously finish. your legs shake and your fingers clutch even deeper into his back as you finally get to finish. nanami, feeling equally as desperate, thrusts his final deep movements into you as he releases all of his anger into you, leaving you impossibly full.

you both lay there for a moment, breathing heavy and looking into each other's eyes. you stay like that a moment before nanami speaks. "so, have you learned your lesson?" you whisper a weak "mhm," and nanami lays on his back and pulls you into him so that you're laying on top of him. exhausted, you melt into him. he plays with your hair and plants a kiss on top of your head. days like this make you remember why you married him.

part 2 is finally here !!!! thank you all so much for all of the love on the first part i really hope the second part was worth the wait ! let me know your thoughts (ᐢ ܸ. .ܸ ᐢ)♡

kisses,

kat ɞ

[kissesnanami]

guys i've been so busy but i promise i haven't forgotten about you all ! im free for the next few days so hopefully i can get part two of the nanami experiments out and then ill start working on the requests ! thank you so much for all the love it means so much to me and i promise i'll return with something you'll (hopefully) enjoy soon !

kisses,

kat

[kissesnanami]

Hey I love ur stuff and I love you. If ur willing to write for Toji + size kink + daddy kink + praise kink I will love you forever.

᱒ᐢ ܸ. . .ᐢ১┊say it !

for however long you and toji have been, for lack of a better term, inconveniencing one another, he has asked you to call him daddy in bed. he's tried asking directly, he's tried bringing it up subtly, he's even getting close to begging, and yet you stay firmly against it.

you can't help that you find the word a bit cringeworthy, and, quite frankly, half the time you're too annoyed with him to even want to. this doesn't fare well with toji, however, and he's getting embarrassingly desperate. that's why you received a "You up?" text in the middle of the night and found yourself here, in his bed, with two of his thick fingers inside of you. toji, of course, is as filthy as ever. licking that sensitive spot in the dip of your collarbone, tugging at your hair, flicking at your nipples in the way that makes you shake. all this while refusing to let up the frustratingly slow pace of his fingers.

you try, to the absolute best of your ability, to squirm away, but his big rough hand anchors you in place by your hip. he's not even trying, and you can tell he finds satisfaction in seeing the difference in strength between the two of you. "where do you think you're going? no, baby, shh, you're gonna take it. yeah you are... look at you... so pretty like this." his sweet coos into your ear in contrast to the filthy way he's handling you only serves to frustrate you further. you begin to weakly thrash and squirm in his grasp and let out incomprehensible babbles that ranged from begging to insults. he finds your insults amusing and he lets out a mean, sadistic chuckle. he's laughing at you. "aw don't be like that, doll, you're gonna hurt my feelings. look," he takes his attention from your face down to where his fingers are undoing you. "she seems to like it... yeah? you like daddy's fingers, baby? good girl." you immediately throw him an annoyed look. through your whines you try to appear as tough as possible while saying "you're not anyone's daddy, toji."

"was i talking to you?" he immediately pulls his fingers out with a tut and you let out a whine that proves to the both of you that you're losing your resolve. the sudden emptiness was somehow worse than when he didn't let you finish. he pulls his cock out from inside his pants and strokes himself right in front of you. he was so big and thick and the rhythmic strokes of his hand were becoming hypnotic. you were losing your patience, and your sanity. "toji, fuck, please," you can't even be embarrassed that you're begging anymore, you needed it bad. "you want my dick, baby? want daddy to fuck you good? say it."

and you completely surrender.

"please... daddy." toji groans a rough sound from his core. he wastes no time flipping you over onto your stomach with ease and thrusts his entire length into you in one quick motion of his hips. hearing you finally say the magic word unlocked something deep within him. he gives you no time to adjust. he's ruthless and fucking into you like he's hungry. you already know you're going to be here all night.

thank you for the request !! i hope you like it... requests are always welcome and appreciated ! and part two of the nanami experiments will be coming soon, i promise !

kisses,

kat ♡

[kissesnanami]

꒰ ̮͈ ̞ ̮͈𖩩꙼꒱┊experimenting on your husband nanami !

part two

nanami kento is a very patient man, it's one of the things that drew you to him to begin with. he handled very frustrating clients with grace, he handled bad drivers and busy streets with ease, he carried immense amounts of stress from work and never took it home with him. you have absolute faith that he would be an incredible father to your future children because if there was one thing about nanami it was that he never, ever gets angry.

and while, yes, you loved it about him, sometimes you find yourself curious. you secretly wish to see what he's like when he loses his temper, you wish to see how far his patience can go. you can never fully commit to pushing his buttons, though. at times, you will try to act demanding and bossy and he will give you that soft look that melts your heart as he does everything you ask and you lose the strength to keep going entirely.

until today. today you told yourself you would find out no matter what.

ATTEMPT NUMBER ONE

it started in the morning. you woke up early to pack a lunch for him to take to work. this wasn't the first time you had done a nice gesture for him like this, but it warmed nanami's heart all the same. little did he know is that this box of lunch that was definitely for work included an image that was definitely not safe for work of you in his favorite set of lingerie. you imagined him being all worked up the whole day and very frustrated when he came home. it was perfect.

at around noon you receive a text:

"Sweetheart?"

"yes my love"

"Did you mean to put this photo of yourself in my lunch?"

"yes i did, ken. why, don't like it? :("

"I love it. You look beautiful. I can't wait to see you tonight"

you sigh at the screen. while you love his compliments, his patience had won once again. you knew you had to do more.

ATTEMPT NUMBER TWO

you decide that perhaps one picture just wasn't enough to get to him. you put on the same set of lingerie and fix your makeup up a bit and you look at your expansive collection of products that were all bought by him, and your resolve begins to falter. you then think about how hot interesting the results would be, and you're fully motivated once again. it's for the sake of science, after all.

you send him several more pictures of yourself in the same set in very compromising poses and he responds almost instantaneously.

"Sweetheart, you know I think you look gorgeous, but please save the pictures for when I'm home. Somebody could've seen."

"and? isn't that kind of exciting?"

"I'd rather not have any other men see you in that way, if possible."

"aw you're no fun."

and he left you on seen. seen. you couldn't tell whether you should feel afraid or accomplished. either way, it was very exciting, too exciting to stop now.

ATTEMPT NUMBER THREE

the sun was beginning to set and you still had no response from your husband. you knew he would be home soon and decided to pin the final nail into the coffin. you wrack your brain on what to do and look around the room for ideas. you see the very big and elaborate bouquet of flowers your sister had sent you a few hours prior as a belated birthday gift and had the perfect idea.

you sent nanami a picture of the bouquet with a message thanking him for the flowers.

"My love, I didn't have any flowers sent to you today"

you giggled as you feign confusion in your messages and then send him a picture of a fabricated note that says "from your secret admirer." he takes a few minutes longer to respond than usual.

"Do you really think I don't recognize your handwriting? We'll talk about this little game you're playing when I'm home."

bingo.

RESULTS

as soon as nanami entered the house you ran to greet him cheerfully as if nothing had happened. you hugged him tightly and surprisingly he immediately hugged back and melted into you the same way he always does. his face was buried into your neck and you began to accept that your experiment had failed and that you unfortunately married the best man who ever lived, even though you already knew that.

there's a moment of silence until nanami speaks his first words since he returned home. he says your name, barely above a whisper, into your neck. his voice was dark and unfeeling in a way you've never heard before. his hand rises to stroke the back of your hair before he grips it, tight. "first, you leave that photo of yourself in my lunch. then, as i finally begin to bring my focus from the picture and back to my work, you send more. then, when i express my concern for other men seeing you in a way that only i should, you say that i am "no fun." and then, since you're committed to pushing my buttons today, you try to trick me into thinking another man had sent you flowers." you try to hide your excitement as best you can and muster up a very unconvincing "i'm sorry?"

he doesn't respond. instead, he's dragging you to your knees by your hair and pressing your face up close to the very prominent bulge in his pants. "i have been hard for the past five. hours." he says that last part with a new venom in his voice and despite knowing it wasn't the best idea, you couldn't help the little look of accomplishment that grew on your face. "oh you think this is funny, do you?"

nanami pulls himself free from his pants and your eyes widen. he got even bigger, somehow. he was large, throbbing, and the sight alone was overwhelming. you open your mouth to try to defend yourself but nanami seized the opportunity and shoved himself into your mouth. he used his grip on your hair to push your head down until your nose made contact with the slight trail of hair leading upwards. he groans a very sexy sound before he begins thrusting into your mouth at a relentless pace. "i'm no fun, huh? i'm no- haah- fucking fun?"

through your tears, and your very occupied mouth, you try to let out any sounds of apologies you could, but nanami showed no mercy. "no, baby. sorry isn't going to cut it this time. play stupid games, win stupid prizes. i'm going to make sure you learn how to behave, and when we're done you're not to do this again, understood?"

you frantically nod your head, but as your thighs clench and you feel yourself already soaking, you know, without a shadow of a doubt, that you were absolutely going to do this again.

i mean, it's for science.

i hope u guys liked this one.. im not very sure about the idea </3 i'm sorry it's cut short, i haven't tried writing sex scenes yet but i hope you still enjoyed ! if you'd like me to try to write a part 2 please do let me know, but i apologize if it's underwhelming TT as always, kind criticism is always welcome :3

kisses,

kat <3

[kissesnanami]

(ʚᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).ೃ࿔* ┊thinking about nanami's hands..

your husband had many things about him that you found incredibly attractive. no matter how long you two have been together, you can never seem to get used to it. it's the way his shoulders stretched, broad and firm. it's the way his body always looks as if it's trying to break free from his clothes, no matter what he wears. it's the warm baritone way his voice comes out when he speaks, and how it slightly softens when he speaks to you.

you don't think you could list everything you find attractive about your husband, even if you had all the time in the world. but one thing always stuck out to you in particular.

his hands.

big and calloused and so, so sexy. you could stare at them for hours, and you have.

you came home later than usual. by this time you're normally there waiting to greet nanami when he returns from work, but today you got a little too sidetracked shopping with your friends and you came home to see him already sat on the couch.

legs spread, tie loosened, head thrown back, exhausted, sexy. just from looking at him you could tell he had a hard day. he doesn't notice you at first. you quietly put your things down near the door and walk over to him. you were so excited to show him all the new things you bought, but you had forgotten all about that once you saw him.

"...ken?" you broke through the silence, making yourself known. he sluggishly lifts his head to see you and his worn, irritated expression instantly softens. "my beautiful girl." his voice is low and he shifts in a way you know means he's telling you to come closer. you sit in his lap and for the first time that day, his body relaxes.

you stroke his hand sympathetically. your heart always tightens a little when you see him like this. "are you okay?" you ask. he doesn't answer your question and instead begins to stroke the side of your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. "you're so pretty," he hums appreciatively. he looks at you intently through his heavy lidded eyes, studying the way your expressions shift.

your face grows warm against his palm and you avoid his gaze. he lets out a breath which was more like a slight chuckle. he loves you like this, bashful and sweet. he decides he wants to see more.

he brushes his thumb over your lower lip and you instinctively shift in his lap. bad idea. you immediately feel him stiffen underneath you as he lets out a slight groan and grips your hip tight with his free hand. "fuck baby, don't do that." at this point you're no longer thinking clearly, you're not even sure if you've had a clear thought since you came home. all you can think about is the very sexy man in front of you, and the very sexy hands he has on you, and you begin to lose any self control you've ever had.

you shift in his lap more, and you both find yourselves in a steady rhythm. you're already soaked and he's already fully hard underneath you. you both can't look away from each other, the sounds of both of your breathing fills the room, too focused on the moment and on each other to speak.

but the longer he has his hands on you, the more your head spins. they're intoxicating, he's intoxicating, and before you can really even think it through, you hold the hand on your face and slip his index and middle finger into your mouth with a look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes.

he groans again, but it was different this time. it wasn't louder, per se, it was truer, animalistic. "fuck, good girl, sweetheart." his eyes are glued to the way your plush lips struggle to wrap around his big fingers. he attempts to push them further into your mouth and you let out a small gag. "cute," he thinks.

"relax your throat, baby... little more.. goooodd girl.. fuck." he continues to mumble more nonsensical things of that nature in between grunts and groans until your eyes begin to water and you're drooling over his fingers and down your own chin.

you look up at him and and attempt to say "please," but with the fingers in your mouth and the desire taking over your brain it came out more like a weak whine than anything else.

a split second later you find yourself thrown over nanami's shoulder and carried into your shared bedroom because despite your very vague request, nanami knew exactly what you wanted.

and he was going to give it to you.

my first post and my first time writing anything like this.. please be nice and kind advice is appreciated ♪( ´▽｀)

kisses,

kat

[kissesnanami]

1k + likes?? 🥹🥹🥹🥹 omg thank you guys so much for all the love

[kissesnanami]

thank you guys for all the love on my first fic it means so so much to me 😢😢😢🤍🤍 i'm planning to upload again soon but i'm struggling with ideas.. reqs or suggestions would be appreciated !

kisses,

kat

[kissesnanami]

hiiii pls keep writing!! i feel like i just invested in 2009 bitcoin 🙂‍↕️💕

AAAWWWW OMG THANK YOUUU WHATT 😢😢😢❤️❤️❤️❤️

[kissesnanami]

(ʚᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈).ೃ࿔* ┊thinking about nanami's hands..

your husband had many things about him that you found incredibly attractive. no matter how long you two have been together, you can never seem to get used to it. it's the way his shoulders stretched, broad and firm. it's the way his body always looks as if it's trying to break free from his clothes, no matter what he wears. it's the warm baritone way his voice comes out when he speaks, and how it slightly softens when he speaks to you.

you don't think you could list everything you find attractive about your husband, even if you had all the time in the world. but one thing always stuck out to you in particular.

his hands.

big and calloused and so, so sexy. you could stare at them for hours, and you have.

you came home later than usual. by this time you're normally there waiting to greet nanami when he returns from work, but today you got a little too sidetracked shopping with your friends and you came home to see him already sat on the couch.

legs spread, tie loosened, head thrown back, exhausted, sexy. just from looking at him you could tell he had a hard day. he doesn't notice you at first. you quietly put your things down near the door and walk over to him. you were so excited to show him all the new things you bought, but you had forgotten all about that once you saw him.

"...ken?" you broke through the silence, making yourself known. he sluggishly lifts his head to see you and his worn, irritated expression instantly softens. "my beautiful girl." his voice is low and he shifts in a way you know means he's telling you to come closer. you sit in his lap and for the first time that day, his body relaxes.

you stroke his hand sympathetically. your heart always tightens a little when you see him like this. "are you okay?" you ask. he doesn't answer your question and instead begins to stroke the side of your face and tuck your hair behind your ear. "you're so pretty," he hums appreciatively. he looks at you intently through his heavy lidded eyes, studying the way your expressions shift.

your face grows warm against his palm and you avoid his gaze. he lets out a breath which was more like a slight chuckle. he loves you like this, bashful and sweet. he decides he wants to see more.

he brushes his thumb over your lower lip and you instinctively shift in his lap. bad idea. you immediately feel him stiffen underneath you as he lets out a slight groan and grips your hip tight with his free hand. "fuck baby, don't do that." at this point you're no longer thinking clearly, you're not even sure if you've had a clear thought since you came home. all you can think about is the very sexy man in front of you, and the very sexy hands he has on you, and you begin to lose any self control you've ever had.

you shift in his lap more, and you both find yourselves in a steady rhythm. you're already soaked and he's already fully hard underneath you. you both can't look away from each other, the sounds of both of your breathing fills the room, too focused on the moment and on each other to speak.

but the longer he has his hands on you, the more your head spins. they're intoxicating, he's intoxicating, and before you can really even think it through, you hold the hand on your face and slip his index and middle finger into your mouth with a look of complete and utter desperation in your eyes.

he groans again, but it was different this time. it wasn't louder, per se, it was truer, animalistic. "fuck, good girl, sweetheart." his eyes are glued to the way your plush lips struggle to wrap around his big fingers. he attempts to push them further into your mouth and you let out a small gag. "cute," he thinks.

"relax your throat, baby... little more.. goooodd girl.. fuck." he continues to mumble more nonsensical things of that nature in between grunts and groans until your eyes begin to water and you're drooling over his fingers and down your own chin.

you look up at him and and attempt to say "please," but with the fingers in your mouth and the desire taking over your brain it came out more like a weak whine than anything else.

a split second later you find yourself thrown over nanami's shoulder and carried into your shared bedroom because despite your very vague request, nanami knew exactly what you wanted.

and he was going to give it to you.

my first post and my first time writing anything like this.. please be nice and kind advice is appreciated ♪( ´▽｀)

kisses,

kat