submission for @indiewritesxoxo's freakyy valentine's event Lust-filled Love Fest <3
Characters: Chocolate Labrador dog hybrid!fem reader x Golden British Shorthair cat hybrid!Nanami
Content Warning(s): smut MDNI, p in v, oral (fem receiving), one-sided pining (or so it seems), miscommunication, perspective switch, jealousy, mild angst and self-doubt, spin on the Golden Retriever/Black Cat trope, description of reader as a brunette, Gojo and Ino catch some flak LOL; Nanami throwing shade
Did you really want to spend the rest of your life simply being tolerated?
Synopsis: At some point, your affection had become a curse you inflicted on yourself. It’s probably time to let things go, especially since your one-sided pining was going nowhere. When you finally decide to move on from your unrequited love on Valentine’s Day, your aloof crush bares his teeth and claws you back from the jaws of another. Claiming territory is a part of natural feline behaviour after all.
“Kento! Come on! Hurry up!” you egged while the blonde man trailed behind you begrudgingly, his tail flicking in annoyance, picnic basket in hand.
“Isn’t it such a lovely day for a picnic?” you sighed dreamily. In stark contrast, your own tail was wagging wildly with anticipation.
“Lovely.” Nanami’s sardonic bite did little to dampen your enthusiasm, as you ran ahead to lay out a patterned mat on what you deemed as ‘the best spot in the park’.
You two made quite a pair – two hybrids who seemed to embody all the cliches: a zealous puppy chasing after an aloof cat, who couldn’t seem to spare the former a second glance. Yet given his presence, one could be assured of his mild interest in all the shenanigans. After all, no one could make a feline do anything he did not want.
It had almost been a year since you first moved into your current apartment complex and met your next door neighbour. Aside from being truly independent for the first time in your adult life, you could never forget the day you met him.
Trembling with barely contained excitement, you lugged two hefty suitcases and bounded up to your unit. After saving for what felt like an eternity, you could finally afford the downpayment on your very own apartment. It might not be the largest or the most grandiose, but it was yours.
“You must be the one moving into Unit 28. Do you need some help?” The cool, collected offer caught you off guard, making you whirl around in pleasant surprise.
After spinning around and making eye contact with the source of the gentle voice, your small smile soon stretched into a face-splitting grin.
Initially, you had some reservations about moving out from your parents’ place, with your um, high energy lifestyle and unconventional way of life, so seeing that your neighbour was a fellow hybrid eased your mind significantly. While you were a Chocolate Labrador hybrid with a rich brown coat that you took pride in maintaining with pricey oils and regular spa appointments, your new neighbour was simply glorious.
It took you a few minutes to recover from your stunned silence. The man in front of you had a dense golden coat and lovely hazel eyes that seemed to plumb the depths of your soul. Immaculately styled with a ramrod straight, almost professional posture, your neighbour bowed deeply before introducing himself.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance. I’m Nanami Kento, and as you can see, a cat hybrid. If you need to contact the building management regarding any issues, I can share the number with you.”
Instantly, your eyes widened. Of course, the man was just being pragmatic and polite, but you would be an absolute fool to pass up on the opportunity to get his phone number. Dropping your bags, you reached for your phone in your pants pocket, barely able to keep a straight face. Never mind the fact that you had the maintenance number already saved in your contact list…
As Nanami stoically typed in his own number and saved his name, you took the golden opportunity to observe (and ogle) him while biting your lip shyly. The man was obviously in great shape, well built and looming large in the narrow corridor. What’s more striking, was the fact that he was no standard cat hybrid. The light seemed to catch the tip of his ears in the most angelic way, framing his strong jaw and chiseled face.
To your mortification, you started to drool a little helplessly, like how you used to as a young pup without much self control.
You couldn’t help it. The cat hybrid before you wasn’t just graceful and lithe; he was a rare Golden British shorthair, a breed known far and wide for their looks and exquisite colouring.
When your fingers brushed as he returned your phone, you squealed like a schoolgirl internally, praying to whichever apartment gods reigning over you that you would have more chances to see this man up close and personal.
Fortunately, your prayers worked. By some miracle, or some divine act of God, you and Nanami formed a pleasant neighbourly routine, quickly progressing from strangers to acquaintances to even friends. You had had countless opportunities to knock on his door, borrowing something trivial or asking insignificant questions to which you never really needed answers too.
Being an early riser, you’d bring him a warm cup of black coffee, brewed just the way he liked it. Somehow, you would always misjudge the amount of beans to add and end up with “just too much of it”.
(Never mind the fact that you drank tea.)
Likewise, being a lightsleeper and night owl who stayed up till odd hours to complete his work, Nanami would stress-bake various pastries and baked goods, saving you the best ones (it’d be a waste to toss them out, he claims).
Each interaction only fanned the flames of your crush, planting optimistic seeds of what a romantic future could be in store for the two of you. After all, felines never did anything they didn’t want to, right? If Nanami, no, if Kento continually reciprocated each gesture, always opened the door to your rapid raps on the door, surely he feels something for you.
Something beyond just neighbourly care.
Perhaps he does truly believe in loving thy neighbour.
However, months of small, thoughtful gestures weren’t enough for you. You wanted more. It was probably due to your hybrid makeup – as a Chocolate Lab, you retained your puppy-like mannerisms and eagerness far into adulthood.
You wanted it all. You wanted cuddles and hugs, you wanted to curl up with Kento on the same couch, you wanted him to lick you up just like all the times you’ve seen him groom himself neatly. You wanted Kento to be proud of having you by his side.
You were tired of being just a neighbour. Sure, Kento would offer to take out the trash for the elderly pug hybrid down the hall too, but he never lingered with Mrs Windermere, not in the way he would when he was with you.
That had to mean something, right?
With Valentine’s Day being two weeks away, you decided to take matters into your own hands. You had heard that feline hybrids tended to be more reserved and quiet, and these were indeed adjectives that could be attributed to Kento.
Perhaps he was just waiting for you to take the lead.
Never one to wait impatiently, you quickly devised a plan to confess and to woo Nanami Kento. When all’s said and done, love waited for no man, woman, or dog hybrid.
Kento might just be a little shy, you would rationalise to yourself. The alternative that you had been delusional and reading too much into his every word and his every glance during the last 10 months was far too painful to even consider.
Kento just needs a push, you reassured yourself.
What better push than the idea of becoming an official couple in time for Valentine’s Day?
It wasn’t rare for the two of you to spend time outside of the complex, be it a quick walk around the park for some light exercise (Nanami would languidly meander while you lapped the running track five times to burn off some of your energy) or a comfortably intimate grocery run when one of you would run out of something (Nanami would make sure you actually got vegetables and not just snacks).
As such, when you proposed a picnic at the very same park you two would frequent once a week, Nanami didn’t bat an eye, agreeing readily to swap out the weekly walk for a nap in the sun.
You had insisted on packing everything, not wanting Kento to cook despite his natural gift for it. After multiple attempts (it had to be perfect) you eventually prepared a small feast with a variety of Kento’s favourite dishes. And more crucially, the cherry on top: handmade heart-shaped cookies with icing. Your culinary competencies unfortunately paled in comparison compared to Kento’s, but the lettering on the cookies was still legible.
Finally loosening your grip on the plastic piping bag and setting it down on your stainless steel counter, you took a step back to admire the end product of hours of toiling in the kitchen.
“Be my Valentine,” the cookies read, each word shakily traced on each of the three slightly misshapen hearts. Regardless of whether your trembling could be chalked up to nerves or baking inexperience, you merely heaved a sigh of relief that everything was completed before the scheduled timing you were supposed to meet Kento before walking to the park.
Armed with a picnic mat and a loaded picnic basket, you waited for a few minutes outside Kento’s door, knowing that the man would show up promptly. The butterflies threatening to burst out of your chest were no match for your bushy tail, which was wagging so violently that you couldn’t stand still anymore.
As expected, Kento soon cracked the door open, wordlessly taking the wicker basket from you like the chivalrous specimen he was and only letting you carry the lighter bag containing the picnic mat.
Despite your best attempts to remain impassive, your heart fluttered with hope and your ears perked up.
Were the two of you on the same page?
“After you,” he said, while he hung back and gestured towards the open elevator when it arrived.
Nervously, you smoothed the front of your summer dress, a far cry from your usual park attire of sweatpants and baggy T-shirt. Yes, you were trying to impress him, to get him to see you like a potential mate instead of a friendly neighbour. Sure, you could be a bumbling fool sometimes, but you could be attractive when you put in the work, right?
The two of you made your way to the park, no, your park in companionable silence, with you running through your rehearsed lines in your head.
Kento, I like you. Let’s date.
With a grimace, you shook your head, cringing at how juvenile you would sound to the man who was a professional adult. Clearly, your choice of words left more to be desired and you continued racking your brains while Nanami seemed to focus on his stroll.
At the sight of your spot, you could not help but break into a genuine beam and you soon barrelled up the hill, anxiety evaporating like the mist during the early dawn.
How hard could this be? Months of being by his side were effortless; a single picnic would surely be a breeze. Unbridled delight now surged through you and your fears were assuaged when Nanami dutifully followed your command to hasten his pace.
Cats never did anything they didn’t want to, you reminded yourself.
A man who wasn’t interested wouldn’t have put up with you for all that time.
Cowardice and pessimism now replaced by sheer courage and hope, you swiftly unpacked the food you painstakingly laboured over and presented the plethora of culinary delights to Kento with a flourish.
“I know I’m not the best cook; not as skilled as you obviously, but I think you’ll like these! I really studied your recipes and I perfected them after several tries,” you elaborated animatedly, unwrapping each furoshiki meticulously. You made sure to leave the three cookies in the basket, however, not wanting to give anything away.
Initially, you were slightly worried about Kento’s discerning eye (he was a foodie after all, and a fairly competent home cook) but he seemed to nod slightly in approval and his eyes even seemed to glint with a hint of surprise.
Praise from Kento was rare, but it just meant you wanted to work extra hard to deserve it. It was in your nature after all, to chase and fetch and to fight for what you wanted.
An hour of easy conversation and munching later, the butterflies in your stomach were all but crushed. Everything just felt easy. With most of the dishes nearly finished, you decided it was time.
Reaching into the basket, your fingers wrapped around the cookies’ crinkly plastic film. You cleared your throat, shyly keeping your gaze trained on the blue pattern of the mat.
“Kento… I suggested this picnic because I want to tell you… Well, you know how we’ve been spending some time together now, and I really, really l-”
The words that you were softly muttering uncharacteristically were abruptly cut off when a rapidly moving ball of white seemed to make its way straight towards Kento like a homing missile.
“Nanami~ I can’t believe we’re meeting on a weekend~ What are the chances?”
After a double take, you realised that that white ball of fur was actually another cat hybrid. Based on his silky coat and tall frame, you surmised that the stranger was a Persian hybrid. While you watched the buoyant man with widened eyes, curiosity and interest flooded you. On the contrary, Nanami merely glared at the lack of respect for his personal space. The stranger pressed himself against Kento’s shoulder, squishing his cheek against Nanami’s blue dress shirt, a long finger poking Kento’s chiselled jaw.
“Come on, introduce me to your girlfriend! Are you two on a date? Gosh, your kohais grow up so fast, don’t they?” the white-haired man asked in a singsong voice.
The vein in Kento’s forehead never seemed to have throbbed as painfully before.
“Gojo-san.” He eked out the honorific with great difficulty, struggling to remain composed and respectful. Firmly, he pushed the man aside, and stiffly turned his attention to you.
With a heavy put-upon sigh, Kento rumbled, “This is Gojo-san… We… work together.” His words were clipped, making it clear to Gojo that he did not intend to continue the conversation or divulge more details about his personal life to him. In fact, it seemed like establishing any sort of relationship with the man next to him seemed to be as agonising as pulling teeth.
Either out of spite or ignorance (possibly both), the Persian hybrid merely pounced on the opportunity awarded to him.
“That’s right~ I’m his senpai at work! Nanami’s such a competent worker, but he can afford to lighten up. He needs to have more fun! Isn’t that right? I can’t believe you successfully dragged him out on a Sunday!” Gojo directed his rhetorical question to you, skilfully and slyly engaging you in conversation.
Under the man’s piercing baby blue gaze, you felt your face heat up a little from the intense scrutiny. However, since Kento rarely shared about his work, you were eager to learn more about the other facets of his life.
“We-well, yes! He works so hard, I thought it’d be nice to take a break once in a while.” you responded sincerely, tail wagging, glad to have found a fellow high energy kindred spirit.
Maybe Nanami Kento did have a type after all.
After a few minutes of small talk, you quickly warmed up to Gojo and introduced yourself as Nanami’s neighbour. While you two engaged in animated small talk about the best dessert shop in the area, you failed to notice Nanami’s ever growing vexation and bristling tail.
To his credit, Gojo sharply realised that Nanami was soon reaching his limit, and wisely put an end to the mindless drivel he took great pleasure in.
“I suppose I’ll leave you two kids to your date. Nanami, you have great taste by the way!” Unable to resist a final prod at the exasperated feline, Gojo sent an exaggerated wink your way, causing a peal of giggles to escape your lips.
Kento set down his chopsticks with shocking force, the wooden material driven onto the mat covered soil.
“This isn’t a date. She’s just my neighbour. Gojo-san, please leave. I’ll see you on Monday.”
Now, had Kento sounded dry and sarcastic, you might have rolled your eyes playfully. You were more than familiar with his witty sense of humour, the gentle bite of his matter-of-fact deadpan. His aloof nature was one of the reasons you fell for him. The stoicism, and snarky bite of his words that belied his considerate acts.
No – what completely caught you off guard was the vitriol in his stern words, the vicious finality of his tone. You’ve never heard that from him, ever.
A cold chill travelled down your spine.
Cocking your head hesitantly, you watched with your brows furrowed, as Nanami fixed a death stare at Gojo. The culprit behind Nanami’s shift in mood wisely took the cue to leave after a final polite wave.
Your heart began to pound. When he turned around, would he be looking at you the same way? With the same contempt that you heard in his voice? The iciness seeping into your bloodstream was painful, but the thought of what his eyes would look like at that moment terrified you even more so.
“Gojo-san doesn’t know what he’s saying. Always sprouting nonsense, even at work.” scoffed Kento as he picked up his chopsticks once more, trying to steer the conversation away from the bane of his existence.
In return, you offered a weak smile and tried to mirror Kento, digging into the food with a mild interest you had to feign. With Herculean effort, you marshalled your lips into a small curve, trying to lighten the mood and figure out what was actually going on in Nanami Kento’s head.
Was being on a date with you that ludicrous? Or was he just ashamed of you?
The sting of Kento’s rejection even before you could spill your guts pierced your heart and cleaved you in half like a blunt knife. With the moment now ruined, you abandoned all romantic ideas of confessing, leaving the cookies untouched in the basket, forlorn and forsaken.
However, all the positive reinforcement and all the treats in the world could not help you shake off the discomfiting epiphany you were gradually forced to accept.
You were just another Gojo to Nanami Kento.
Another exhausting extrovert who took up too much of his time outside of work, another nuisance he tolerated until he could politely (or in Gojo’s case, impolitely) decline. Nanami Kento was just a gentleman, and you had been foolishly one-sided in your affections.
That would explain all the reluctance, all the snarky comments, all the miffed sighs. The shared moments, no matter how fleeting or brief, came flooding back to you, now in a different light.
You weren’t cute, or endearing. It wasn’t banter or wit.
Nanami just wasn't that into you.
The more you ate to keep up appearances, the more the food started to taste like wet sand. Struggling to swallow the lump rising in your throat, you were horrified to find that hot pinpricks of tears were forming in the corners of your eyes.
You had to leave. Right now.
Silently, you methodically wrapped up the bento boxes with the furoshiki, eyes glued to the grass as you willed yourself not to tear up in front of the stoic wall of a man you had been pining for futilely.
When you had regained sufficient composure to even open your mouth without crying, you casually lied about receiving a weather update for incoming rain and suggested that it would be best to head back to the apartment complex.
Given that the sky was clearer than it had ever been, Nanami raised a brow incredulously, but thankfully, remained silent as he helped to clear the picnic.
You knew that above all, Nanami Kento was a gentleman. He wasn’t about to embarrass you when you were evidently on the verge of some poorly concealed breakdown and shaking from your heightened emotional state.
It was one of the many reasons you fell for him.
The rotting, bitter sensation deep in the roiling depths of your stomach only grew when you arrived home and resolutely closed the door to your apartment, effectively shutting Nanami out after he tried to gently ask about your wellbeing.
As hours passed, the dread that settled in your apartment exponentially increased tenfold. While it was suffocating, you weren’t about to leave it and risk seeing Nanami in the hallway.
You had planned this picnic as a push for Kento, but failed to realise that you were the one who needed to face facts.
Nanami Kento would never settle for someone like you.
The three cookies sat in the basket innocuously, awaiting their spotlight that never came.
Nanami stood painfully still, feeling utterly pathetic as he pressed an ear to the shared wall between your apartment and his, hoping to be given a single crumb of information, anything, after you shut him out.
He’d do anything for you.
His ears twitched as he tried desperately to eavesdrop, trying to catch snippets of your quiet murmur as you spoke on the phone.
Despite your claims of being ‘just fine’, Nanami Kento wasn’t a fool – he knew your flimsy facade was an excuse, a poorly fabricated lie.
Like all the countless times before, he rued the day he met Gojo and cursed him incessantly. His time with you was going swimmingly until that idiotic so-called senpai came along and ruined it.
“Hey… I’d love to take you up on that offer… How’s next week?”
Who were you even talking to right now?
Eyes narrowed suspiciously and brows furrowed with befuddlement, Nanami held his breath, as if that would aid him in figuring out who you had just dialled.
Just as quickly as you made the call, it had ended, the brief exchange offering Nanami zero insight as to what had just occurred over the phone.
Could he go over and strike up a conversation now? Was it the right time? Would you answer the door?
He paced in his apartment for a few agonising minutes, but soon decided to channel his pent up frustration into something more productive.
The curiosity gnawed at him and damn near killed him, but he remained stony, reclining in his plush arm chair. Ever the image of serenity. As he flipped a page, he pretended to read his novel, a now cold cup of tea perched on the small table next to him.
He wasn’t fooling anyone, not even himself.
He liked you. More than a neighbour. Why couldn’t he just say it?
The week of radio silence was unbearable, despite Nanami’s reputation as the ice king. While he did not care much for small talk and idle prattle, he made an exception for you.
You were always his exception.
In a bizarre reversal, he was now the one waiting eagerly in the hallway, desperate to catch a glimpse of you before work. Much to his mortification, he had resorted to stalking the corridors with a pitiful bag of trash, clinging onto the fading hope that he could claim he just so happened to be coincidentally taking the garbage around the same time you’d get home from work.
Regrettably, the routines both of you had developed like clockwork were no longer the default. To Kento’s dismay, you conveniently seemed to work overtime when he was home, or just happened to be out running errands when he knocked on your door to invite you over for tea.
Your homely ritual of sharing coffee and pastries dismantled itself, undone and collapsing in on itself like a dying star.
As though your relationship was merely a flimsy house of cards.
He supposes, he never made any proper attempt to lay a strong foundation, content with what the two of you shared. Something undefined, something safe, something that could never shatter because it wasn’t formed; not fully anyway.
God, he was a fucking coward.
Self-pity coursed through him, warring viciously with, and coming in only second to regret.
You lived right next door, but you were slipping through his fingers.
Once again, Nanami found himself on his leather arm chair, reading (or so he claims) his book and trying to convince himself he wasn’t just waiting for your return after work.
The metal of his wrist watch glinted under his reading lamp, beckoning for his attention despite his best efforts to resist checking the time again.
It was nearly 11pm. Where the heck were you?
The distinctive click-clack of heels out in the hallway made him perk up.
Without missing a beat, he bolted to his front door, gluing his eye to the peephole. He had moved with alacrity, which he chalked up to being a feline hybrid (not because he was salivating for a chance of seeing you, thank you very much).
It turned out that salivating was indeed the correct response.
Aside from the heels, you were dressed in a slinky black dress, tantalisingly short as you stumbled clumsily towards your door.
Where had you been, dressed like that with your plush thighs unveiled to the whole world as if they weren’t the eighth natural wonder which deserved, nay demanded protection?
He would have stood vigil for an entire year if it meant finding solace between them.
Nanami was so fixated on you that he only belatedly realised who else was trailing behind him.
Why the hell was Ino Takuma decked out in a suit and clinging onto your hand like that?
His neighbour from the third floor was missing his usual casual get-up, having ditched the oversized sweatshirt and beanie in favour of a bouquet of red roses and a pressed navy suit.
He looked more like a man than the boy next door.
Nanami liked Ino well enough, and had definitely had a fondness for the young golden retriever hybrid.
But seeing him next to you like that, with the underlying implication that there was something more than platonic going on between the two of you…
All semblance of affection and good-natured care for Ino flew out the window.
Blood simmering, Kento could physically feel the blood thrumming in his ears. His hazel eyes narrowed into slits, as he balled his shaking fists. As much as he was compelled to fling open his door and yowl at the golden retriever hybrid, he did have a shred of dignity left.
He contented himself with glaring at Ino through the peephole, silently challenging him to even take a step into your apartment.
While Ino did in fact not make his way into your abode (Nanami thanked his lucky stars because there would have been bloodshed and most likely a crime scene if Ino so much as crossed the threshold of your apartment), he did offer you a peck on the lips.
The slight twitch of his left eyelid was involuntary, but that single motion contained the stormy swirl of his green-eyed jealousy and crimson, bubbling fury.
“I had a nice time tonight. Thanks for, y’know… saying yes to the date and all,” Ino stammered with his face beetroot red, an impeccable match with the roses he clutched in his hand.
For a man who prided himself on self-control and restraint, Nanami Kento nearly popped a blood vessel.
Who did Ino-kun think he was, asking you of all people out so casually? And more importantly, did you forget who you were, when you agreed to go out with Ino?
A goddess among women; an angel amidst cherubs.
No man was good enough for you, much less a boy like Ino.
After one final press of his lips to your cheek, Ino left, allowing you to fish out your keys to your home.
They jingled and you shut the door behind you, winding down for the night after your date (when did you even start going on dates?).
Nanami felt ridiculous when he realised that he had inadvertently stiffened, hackles raised defensively.
He wasn’t threatened by Ino, absolutely not.
Belatedly, it hit him that he was still glued to the peephole, instinctively watching out for Ino and preparing to fight him talk to him if he returned.
Cheeks now flushed from both embarrassment and adrenaline, he found himself in front of your door, finger poised over the doorbell.
Before he could talk himself out of it, he stabbed the doorbell.
Ino was not about to get a second date with you. Over his dead body.
“Takuma! Did you forget somethi-”
The brilliant smile gracing your lips slipped away when it dawned on you that your late night visitor was in fact not your seemingly perfect and charming date from tonight.
“Oh. Nanami. Can I help you?” you asked, your jovial tone now replaced with a tepid one.
“Can I come in?” his low voice barely audible.
Startled by his intensity, your eyes widened before giving him a shaky nod.
“I miss you.” Nanami rumbles abruptly.
“I live right next door,” you responded lightly, a polite smile tugging at the corner of your lips.
Ignoring your quip, Nanami fixed his earnest gaze on your face.
You jolted, and jumped up a little in shock from Nanami’s blunt questioning. Your eyes darted around your living room guiltily.
Before you could come up with a proper reply, Nanami seized the opportunity to close in on you. Caught off guard momentarily, you failed to notice that with each step forward, the feline had successfully ensnared you in his trap.
Inching backwards, you soon felt your back hit the solid wall of your apartment.
With both Nanami’s physical presence and heavy handed questioning looming over you, you felt small.
Your sense of helplessness was not assuaged, only worsening while your heart raced and threatened to burst out of your chest. Even though you had committed to getting over your crush on your neighbour, his proximity was still unbearable.
“What are you doing?” you whispered, voice quavering. As he closed the gap between the two of you, leaning in with his wide chest, you had no choice but to peer up at him. You finally looked into the hazel eyes you spent the better part of the week avoiding.
“I miss you.” Nanami repeated matter-of-factly.
His boldness made your mouth dry, but you could not help the tightening of your belly and the warmth pooling between your legs.
Clenching your thighs, you racked your brains for a response to the scene before you.
“Um. I- Uh…” Unfortunately, you could only gape like a fool, mind working overtime to comprehend how exactly everything unfolded over the span of a minute. What had just happened for Nanami to end up pressing himself against you, pinning you to the wall?
With Nanami leaning in impossibly closer, his lips hovered near the shell of your ear, his warm breath ghosting your cheek.
“Seems like I need to have a chat with Ino.”
His nimble fingers trailed down the side of your body, quickly finding the concealed zipper of your dress. With a teasingly light touch, Nanami fiddled with the pull tab near the swell of your chest.
“Doesn’t he know you’re mine?”
At his words, your heart stuttered. Pupils dilating as you endeavoured to reign in your romantic notions. These were the words you would have died to hear last week.
But what prompted Nanami Kento’s drastic change?
Was it just because you decided to stop pining for him like a lost puppy?
Lust was attempting to override your rationality, but the way your heart was crushed during the picnic was still painfully etched in your mind. The sharp edges of your shattered heart still bled crimson, despite your best efforts to piece them back together.
Your face fell, before you pushed Nanami away, shoving him lightly to give yourself some breathing room.
“I’m not some toy you can play tug-of-war with.”
The ache in your heart throbbed, forcing you to cling to anger instead. Hope was dangerous, and bitter rage was definitely much more preferable when it came to Nanami Kento.
“If you’re just jealous I went out with Ino, you can get out.” you retorted drily, plastering on a facade of indifference brick by brick.
There was no just about it. How could Nanami ever put into words how much you meant to him?
Your brightness, your zest for life, the way you loved so openly… He stilled in his exploration of your dress, lips pressed together tightly.
One wrong move or misstep… He’ll lose you forever.
Nonetheless, Nanami Kento was never one to shy away from danger. If something was worth going all out, he’d do it.
You were certainly worth it.
Cupping your cheeks reverently with both hands, Nanami cradled your face, staring at you with an inscrutable look.
“I love you.” he declared firmly. “It’s not about Ino. I should have, god- I should have said this months ago when I realised I was falling for you.”
“I was a coward for thinking I could ever live without being honest with you, for thinking I could lie to myself about how I felt. I don’t bake too much. I can follow a recipe – I, I always make extras for you. I always lie about running out of canned tomatoes. I have dozens of cans. I just wanted to go to the store with you.”
You couldn’t take much more. Tears streaming down your face, you reached up to Nanami on your tiptoes, cutting off his ardent spiel with your lips.
Sure, Nanami took longer than he should, but there was no room in your heart for any resentment or hate. You could never hate this man.
After entwining your arms around his neck, you let yourself be lifted up in Nanami’s thick arms and soon wound your legs around his waist, dress riding up indecently.
The warmth between your thighs settled over the bulging length in his pants, making you whimper with urgent need.
“Bedroom.” you gasped raggedly while Kento nipped your neck, taking your breath away each time he sank his teeth into your delicate flesh. Your hips bucked into him, but he remained frustratingly in control, walking towards a much nearer destination: your couch.
“I’ve waited too long for this.” He breathed in a hushed voice, “I’m taking you… Right. Here. Right. Now.” Not breaking eye contact even once as he punctuated each word with a jerky thrust of his hips, showing you proof of exactly how much he had been waiting for this moment like he said.
Brimming with anticipation and nearly driven wild from lust, you could only whine each time you felt his growing length rub against you when he sat you down on the seat of your sofa and positioned himself between your open legs.
If Nanami Kento was already so downright delicious when he was fully clothed, you couldn’t even imagine how feral you’d act when he undressed.
“Please… Can I…?” Seeing how he had charged into your home and cornered you, you never expected Nanami to beg, much less seem so unsure of himself.
“Please… Let me make it up to you.” He repeated, his cracking voice tugging at your heartstrings.
Wordlessly, you nodded, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. Nanami Kento was finally wearing his heart on his sleeve. Seeing the usually impassive feline now grovel on his knees in front of you warmed your heart, amidst other things.
Finally getting unequivocal confirmation that you were decidedly not one-sided in your affections, and that Nanami Kento was just as obsessed with you over the past few months lit you on fire.
“I forgive you, you idiot… Now come here.”
With a final tug on his neck, you pushed Kento towards the throbbing ache between your legs, fully intent on making him apologise for how brash he was the last time you two met.
Whereas you had been the one determined to earn his affection and impress him the past few months, Nanami was now the one auditioning. If there was one thing he knew, he was damn sure he wasn’t going to let anyone else get a callback other than him.
“You’re mine,” he murmured into your clothed mount, before slipping the damp silky scrap of fabric off your smooth legs, fingers tracing your form appreciatively. Surreptitiously, he stuffed your underwear into his pants pocket and now focusing once again on your glistening center.
You were still wearing your dress.
Undeterred and impatient, Nanami hiked it further up, before guiding you to recline on the plush pillows behind you.
He draped both legs over his shoulders, eyes glazed over with a drunkenness you would never usually associate with Nanami.
Only you made him this way.
Your heart soared with a perverse sense of pride, while your neglected cunt dripped eagerly, desperate to be filled with Nanami’s straining dick.
All the satisfaction you were relishing internally, was, however, no match for the physical pleasure Kento would bestow upon you.
Hot and heavy, his tongue delved deep, the thick muscle greedily reaching into you.
“Ngh, ah ah a-” Breathy moans escaped you, toes curling near Nanami’s ears as he forced you further into the cushions with every lip, suck, and nibble. With the leverage afforded to you by his broad shoulders, you began rocking yourself rhythmically, trying to ride out the potent overstimulation.
“I love you. I love you. I love you.” Kento matched each of your cries with his own proclamation, determined to say what had been unspoken for too long.
Thanks to his expert fingers and tongue, you quickly found your release, tension instantly leaving your body as you lay boneless on the sofa, legs still spread open.
“That was…” Words weren’t adequate. Your body felt like it was floating, your mind a swirl and your chest heaving. After a few minutes of catching your breath, you cracked your eyes open to take in the full glory of Nanami Kento’s sculptural face covered with glossy slick and a lovestruck appearance.
“Can I return the favour?” you asked huskily, propping yourself on your knees, guiding Nanami to the seat you just vacated.
You reached for the impressive bulge in his tight slacks, only to be stilled with a firm grip around your wrist.
“I’m-” A faint blush bloomed across Kento’s face. “It’ll be over too quickly if you do that.”
While you were unable to contain the amused peals of giggles at first, your gaze soon softened and you decided to take pity on the poor man.
“Come on, Mister Kitty Cat, I’ll take care of you.”
Tugging his ridiculous spotted tie, you pulled Nanami into your bedroom, before pushing him backwards on your bed.
Deciding to take matters into your own hands (again), you unzipped your own dress, letting the article of clothing pool around your feet. Now fully nude, you all but pounced on the man lying spread eagle on your comforter, with nary a warning.
Making quick work of his buttons and pants, you reciprocated by pulling his damp boxers down, biting your lip in anticipation seeing how dark of a spot his pre-cum had made.
With a shimmy, you settled on top of Nanami, ready to guide his length into your empty cunt. Before you could line him up and push his sticky tip in, Nanami grew momentarily still, a heavy silence descending upon the room.
“Hey,” you responded, brows furrowed slightly in concern. “Everything okay? Do you want to stop?”
Shaking his head desperately, he pushed himself up into an upright position and sat up against the headboard.
Pulling you closer, he clutched onto you like a lifeline, stiff cock now forgotten and poking you in the ass.
“This isn’t just… sex. I meant what I said earlier. I want to be yours.” Nanami declared sincerely.
The hastily assembled heart you had tried to put back together cracked again, but this time, Kento was there to help you piece it together.
He could be sweet when he wanted to be; you realised. But sweet wasn’t what made you fall in love with Nanami Kento. Flowery words and saccharine smiles were nice; but you knew for a fact that it was his earnest diligence and quiet consideration that made you feel seen, made you feel alive.
Locking eyes with Nanami, you leaned forward to press your lips to his forehead, brushing aside some of his soft blond hair.
“You’re mine. I just might have to put a collar on you now.”
“Now, now, don’t joke about that. You’d better do it.” Nanami teased in return, with a small smile. “I have to send a message to Ino-kun from upstairs.”
After a hearty laugh, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand.
“Hush. I had a nice time with him. He really worked up the courage to ask me out, y’know… He’s much braver than these two naked idiots.”
Uncharacteristically effusive now, Nanami hummed in agreement, thinking about how he actually did get along with the bumbling but sweet man most of the time.
“He’s a good man, but he should know… I don’t share.”
Unexpectedly catching you off guard, the earlier sensual intensity returned twofold when Nanami flipped you over, placing himself above you.
Almost taunting you now, Nanami firmly gripped his rock hard cock, lightly pushing it into your slick folds. Eliciting a moan from you seemed to cause him to swell, magnifying his arousal.
“Let me be yours. I swear, I’ll never make you regret it.” Nanami gritted out with difficulty, trying to show some modicum of restraint.
“You’re mine, you’re mine ah-” you repeated dumbly, trying to assuage his jealousy without letting your own arousal drive you mad.
Satisfied with the wetness he gathered on his tip, he smoothly plunged in.
How do you even begin to describe the feeling of fullness, the sense of home you felt when you were joined with Kento this way?
Tandem groans and gasps filled the air, your walls clenching instinctively while being stretched, causing Kento to bury his head in the crook of your sweaty neck.
“Fuck- you feel- oh god, I’ve dreamt about this,” he choked out, working overtime to maintain a steady rhythm. Nearly pulling out entirely, then burying himself to the hilt, and repeat.
You weren’t faring much better. Rendered speechless, you could only rake your nails down Kento’s back, urging him to move faster, harder.
When you both came, it was with two cries, your walls squeezing mercilessly while thick, warm ropes trickled down your thighs.
There was no fanfare; no flourish. Just two neighbours who have gotten impossibly close, unable to live without each other from this point on.
Not wanting to crush you, Kento slipped out, rolling over to your right before collapsing heavily on the bed.
“Stay here. I’ll clean you up in a minute.” he murmured lazily, pulling you into his embrace.
“Mhm,” you merely made a noise of affirmation before breathing in his scent, nuzzling your nose into his chest.
Jealous Kento was truly a sight to behold, but there would be no reason for either of you to get jealous anymore.
After all, you were his, and he was yours.
“By the way, Kento… would you prefer gold or silver for your collar?”
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