• ꒰ ۶ৎ ꒱ ::. pranking husband!nanami that he forgot you two had a date :: cw slightly suggestive.
it was 6am on the dot, you woke up and saw kento still asleep next to you and you got an idea. you pulled his arms from around you softly and giggled as you left the bed.
you stood at the bathroom counter, it was cluttered with skincare, makeup products, and an obnoxiously large bombshell curling rod. you had half your makeup on as you multitasked on your hair as well. you smiled at yourself as you sat in front of the mirror.
the sound of footsteps approached from behind you as kento creaked the door open in just his boxers.
“what’ya doing? you got girls plans today?” kento whispered, his groggy and rough voice sending a jolt of electricity straight to your inner thighs. he placed kisses all across your neck, subconsciously giving you hickeys.
you stared at him with a deadpan expression and his confused expression almost made you burst out laughing. it looked like he was trying to remember every single important event in his life.
anniversary?
birthday?
funeral?
party?
he couldn’t figure it out.
“you seriously forgot?” you asked him, playing the ‘angry wife’ part completely. “last night you told me that you would treat me for breakfast at the good spot we had our first date at. you specifically told me to be ready by 7:30.” you told him, complete seriousness in your voice as you lied badly.
“oh uhm yes, of course baby..! it must’ve just slipped my mind..” kento murmured under his breath while he ran his fingers through his dusty blonde hair.
you watched for an hour as kento looked absolutely stressed out, he pulled strings to get an early reservation, he picked out his nicest suit, orders flowers to the house and even pulled out his expensive berlutis. he did this all in the assumption that he’d forgotten the date that he swore on the night before.
“are you ready?” nanami called out to you from the foyer, holding a bouquet of pink orchids at 7:30 exactly. you came out of the bathroom to see your husband standing at the front door, perfectly polished as if he wasn’t just in full panic mode a few minutes ago.
at that moment, you couldn’t do anything but laugh. it started as a small giggle which grew louder and louder as you were in complete disbelief. kento on the other hand just stood there dumbfounded. absolutely confused.
“did i do something wrong?” he asked, putting on a small pout.
“nothing baby im just wondering. do you remember telling me about that date last night?” you asked him in a condescending tone, tilting your head to add on to the humiliation. your husbands face tinted a shade of pink as the realization hit. his face went through a cycle of fifty emotions at once, ending with amusement.
“huh.. youre really something, aint you..” nanami said as he walked towards you slowly, abandoning both his shoes and the flowers at the front door. he picked you up and hauled you over his broad shoulder.
“let go!” you yelled at him playfully, hitting at his back as you giggled. he placed a heavy smack on the span of the fat on your ass, laughing along with you.
“dont think you’re getting out of this so easily now.”
⤷ ゛you stress nanami out by asking him impossible questions ˎˊ˗
domestic fluff, fem!reader, boyfriend!nanami ♡
wc. 792
kento nanami should have known peace was not part of the relationship contract the moment you sat down beside him with that expression.
poor him, it seemed that every time he decided to relax after a long day, you appeared beside him with a new ridiculous idea that somehow required his full attention.
and the worst part was that he always entertained you.
"okay," you said, setting up your phone and picking up your ipad—the same ipad he bought you, which he was now starting to believe was a questionable investment—"today i’m going to be asking my boyfriend some very serious questions."
nanami glanced up from his book, already suspicious. “your tone doesn't sound all that ‘serious.’”
you ignored him, opening the notes app like you were preparing an official interview.
"okay, okay. first question. would you date a version of me that’s exactly the same—personality and all—but hotter?"
nanami stared at you for a moment.
"define hotter."
you immediately laughed. "don’t act like you don’t know what i mean. i mean like…i could potentially mog jessica alba."
nanami let out a quiet breath through his nose, looking back down at his book.
"no."
your head snapped toward him.
"what?! why?"
"because i have you. i don’t need a different version."
"so you’re saying if i get hotter you’d reject me?"
"no—"
"so you only care about me because of who i am right now?"
nanami blinked.
"that is not what i said."
"wow. you think you know someone."
he stared at you for a second, almost impressed by how quickly you managed to turn a compliment into a personal attack. but before he could actually explain himself, you looked back at your notes.
"okay. next question."
"you’re moving on?"
"yes."
"i was still answering."
"i know."
he gave you a look.
you smiled innocently.
"am i prettier now or when we first met?"
this time, nanami answered without hesitation. "now."
you immediately gasped.
"so i was chopped when you met me?"
"what? no."
"that’s sure what it sounds like."
"it is not."
"then explain."
nanami looked at you, realizing he was once again being asked to defend himself against a crime he did not commit.
"when i first met you, i thought you were the most charming girl i had ever seen."
you turned your head slowly.
"oh."
nanami already knew that "oh" was dangerous. "what?"
"so you were looking at other women."
his expression immediately changed to one of not offense but confusion.
"what?"
"you heard me."
"i heard you," he said slowly, setting his book aside because clearly this required more attention than expected, "i'm just trying to understand how you came to that conclusion."
"because you said i was the most charming girl you’ve ever seen."
"yes."
"so you were looking."
"at you, darling."
"but you said ever seen."
nanami paused.
"which implies you were looking at other girls before me."
nanami genuinely looked lost, staring at you like he was replaying every word of the conversation in his head, trying to find the exact moment he accidentally walked into whatever argument this was.
"i meant," he said carefully, "when i met you, you were the most charming person i had ever met."
"most charming person?"
"yes."
"so i’m not even a girl now?"
his expression softened.
"are you actually upset, or are you enjoying watching me try to explain myself?"
and unfortunately for you, that almost ruined the whole thing. because he sounded genuinely concerned.
but then you remembered you still had one more question.
"okay!" you clap your hands together, picking your ipad back up. "last question."
nanami immediately narrowed his eyes.
"no."
you blinked. "you haven’t even heard it."
"i don't need to."
"me and gojo swapped faces and you have to kiss one of us to switch us back. who are you choosing?"
nanami’s expression slowly dropped.
"...what."
you started laughing.
"you heard me."
"no, i don’t think i did."
"you totally did."
"how did you even think of that?"
"you have to pick one of us to kiss."
nanami stared at you, and you watched the exact moment he decided he was done.
"no."
"no?"
"no."
"that’s your answer?"
"yes."
"you’re not even going to choose?"
"no."
"but ken—"
"no."
he stood up before you could continue.
and instead of answering, nanami simply reached down, grabbed you around the waist, and lifted you over his shoulder.
the precious ipad nearly slipped from your hands.
"kento!"
"shh."
"that is not an answer!"
"it is."
"it literally isn’t!"
you were laughing so hard your argument was falling apart anyway.
nanami walked out of the room because he had decided removing you from the situation was the only reasonable solution.
"wait! the video is still recording!"
"unfortunate."
a/n: first post on this acc! it's been a while since i've written something for nanami
[𝜗℘] :: true form!sukuna ‘threatens’ to use his stomach tongue on you :: tags. fluff, drabble.
“tsk. has nobody taught you how to eat?” sukuna scoffs, gnawing on a big of piece of meat while also watching you eat your own meal next to him. the corners of your lips are very messy.
you can’t really help it. the food the maids had prepared is too delicious to eat without gusto. you’re alone with sukuna so you don’t mind your table manners all that much. nor does he.
“right back at you, my lord,” you retort in a sassy tone.
a hand reaches out to tug at your hair before firmly flicking your forehead. a reminder of your place.
sukuna yanks off a piece of meat from the bone with his sharp fangs. he glances down at you with an amused yet dangerous look, “get too bratty with me ‘n you’ll end up as my dinner next.”
you chuckle. you’re used to his threats by now, knowing he won’t go that far, though you don’t push your luck any further.
the unexpected feeling of a wet tongue sweeping off the sauce from your mouth makes you cringe. you notice how sukuna had formed a mouth on one of his hands and decided to just clean you up that way, “ew. get that away.”
“ew? you should be grateful for that, woman.” sukuna huffs, continuing to eat nonchalantly whilst you’re struggling to fight off his hand from your face. “i can also use somethin’ else to clean up y’r dirty mess.”
the king of curses grins menacingly as the huge tongue on his abdomen rolls out. you shiver at the mental image of that massive thing slobbering all over your face to get the sauce off.
“yeah no.. err, thank you. i’ll just get a napkin.”
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