#husband!nanami

[feyrinnn]

꒰impatient꒱ husband!nanami almost missed his son's birth ꩜ angst to fluff; comfort. art by @/mamitasoa7x0312

Nanami's heart beat louder than it ever had as he drove to you. 

Ignoring every traffic light and speed limit. This wasn't like him, but he could feel bad about it later. Right now, there was only thing he had to do – get to you.

As fast as he fucking could.

Were you scared? Were you in pain?

Of course you were in pain.

And he wasn't there.

His foot slammed the accelerator again, the hospital building finally coming into view up ahead.

It wasn't meant to happen this early, he was caught off guard at work – but as soon as your anxious voice reached him from the phone and tried to explain that your water had broke, he left the office without a word. Later he'd notice the missed calls from his boss, but again – he didn't care. 

Everything was out the window the minute you needed him.

You were in pain. You were having his baby.

What was supposed to be a joyous moment shared by the two of you, now meant nothing but fear from both sides.

Another traffic light ignored, but it was finally the last one.

The nurse must have thought he was losing his mind when he reached the front desk, giving her your name through ragged breaths. "Mr. Nanami?" she tried to confirm, and he only managed an exhausted nod.

His hair was a mess, tie undone, and a bead of sweat trickled down his temple. But when the nurse finally showed him the way, Nanami followed close, almost overtaking her as if this was a race.

And finally, the sterile hospital corridor led to a door, and the door led to you.

Looking as sweaty as he was, holding your swollen belly with two hands, face twisting in pain.

But when you saw him, something visibly changed – your breathing hitched, your shoulders dropped, and the pain gave way to a smile. One the two of you desperately needed.

"Ken?" you whispered, tears already slipping through your beautiful cheeks. 

"I'm here" he rushed to your side, sitting next to your bed and placing both hands on top of yours. On your stomach, near your son. "I am so sorry, my love" he took one to kiss your knuckles, the other gently rubbing your skin, small circles he hoped might settle the two of you.

"I'm so happy you're here" you cried, interlocking your fingers with his, the golden wedding band glistening in the cold overhead light. 

"What did the doctors say? Do you need anything? Water? How bad is the pain? Is he ok?" Nanami wasn't even sure what he was saying, just going through the practicals first. As if you knew it was the only way to help him relax, you let out a soft giggle. 

"Everything is fine" you reassured, looking down at your stomach and the person you had been waiting months to meet. 

Nanami followed your gaze, taking his eyes from you for the first time. He brought his body forwards a little, leaning over to press a kiss just above your belly button. "Already impatient, just like your mother" he shook his head, finally allowing himself to relax.

"I'm not sure about that" you smiled. "Looks like he was ready and didn't want to do overtime, like someone I know" 

Nanami looked up at you then, letting out a small chuckle himself. He pushed up, cupping your cheek gently. "He's perfect" he said, with a kiss to your forehead. "So I'm sure he takes after you"

In your husband's embrace, you finally began to breathe a little easier. The pain was coming and going, getting more intense with every contraction, but Nanami was right there holding your hand, rubbing your back, instructing you through breathing exercises. 

His brows furrowed when you groaned, wishing he could take all the pain from you and give to himself. But he didn't let you see him so worried – Nanami was completely focused on you. 

"You're doing so well" he kissed your shoulder when it hurt too much. "I love you" he whispered, as you almost broke his hand with how hard you squeezed it. 

Nanami didn't care about anything else in the world right now, just his two favourite people. The one in his arms, and the one he was about to meet. 

devoted husband nanami my love

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[sacratiti]

ꨄ︎husband!nanami can't help but be a little mean after another shitty day at the office

everything is testing his patience today. he stubbed his toe on the bed frame getting up, took him two tries to put his tie on right, the coffee machine at work broke, he could go on and on. all he wanted was to come home and relax with his wife, maybe get his dick wet if he wasn't too exhausted.

instead, all you wanted to do was beg him for something he's refused many times in the past.

"plleeeease, just fuck me rough! i can handle it. i'm not glass," you pout. the vein above his left brow is bulging, a sure sign he's irritated. "no. i don't believe in hurting women. it's cruel." you swear you can hear his teeth grinding.

"what would i do anyway?" he asks. a mistake. "like, choke me, or slap me, call me something that can't be uttered again..." you trail off, waiting for his reaction. his eyes are rolling in their sockets.

"but nanamin! you're not hurting me. i want i-" "you're my wife. i'm not treating you like some reckless pervert on the street." his sturdy frame is now turned away from you in his chair. he's not even looking at you, face buried in some paperwork he had to take home. his word is final.

disappointed and horny, you mope off to bed. there's no point in trying to get him to change his mind. he's the gentle type, the kind of man that kisses your tears away as you complain that it won't fit. cruelty isn't in his nature.

it's not until your asleep that nanami fully considers your pleas. you have been a brat, and he can't lie that his cock is hardening, uncomfortably tight in his pants at the thought of you folded up for him. maybe he should finally indulge you.

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"mm sorry, i'm sorry! i won't ask again!" the empty promises barely make it out of your lips. nanami's hand is gripping your jaw, pulling the pretty thing toward him. "thought this is what you wanted," he teases. it is, but being fucked so rough you can barely breathe wasn't your intention.

he's got you folded in mating press, knees to your ears and his chest pressed to yours. it's almost like his cock is in your lungs, knocking the air out of you with every thrust.

tears prick at your eyes when he hits your cervix. there's no way he's been this deep before. it's too different, too intoxicating the way his cock massages that spongy spot deep inside. all you can do is grab at the sheets, desperately try to crawl away from him.

"stop running." is all he says before he's grabbing your thighs, pulling you flush against him. now you're pelvis is grinding into his, unable to move with his grasp on you. he's unconsciously grinding down onto your clit, nearly sending you into your fourth orgasm of the night.

"stop ken! fuck, i'm gonna-hic-cum!" eyes rolling, your body writhes, too overwhelmed to do anything but take your husband's cock. it's filthy how you drool, ruining the expensive silk pillows he got you.

but he doesn't care. what he does care about is that you're not looking at him, not fucked out enough to be all whines and no words. you find yourself staring down at where your bodies connect, sticky and wet. the sinful heat is fogging up his glasses like steam.

his hand has found purchase in your hair, forcing your head down to look at the shared sloppy creation.

"can't take it, huh? don't ask for things you can't handle, sweetheart." if they weren't stuck up in your skull, you'd be rolling your eyes at him. his cruelty is showing, drunk off your submission. his thrusts are even more delicious, threatening to make you cream then and there. "be a good girl and cum for me. i know you can do it."

you're cumming around him before you realize it. toes curling, silent screaming, the whole nine yards because his dick is so fucking good. wetness runs down your thighs, connecting with nanami's brutal hips to make filthy plap plap plaps. "shit, you're so fucking wet," he groans, his own orgasm on the horizon.

your pussy is sucking him in, wringing him for all he's worth. relentless fucking through your high nearly pushes you into another. his pace is stuttering, body twitching at how good you feel.

he finishes with a thrust harder than all the rest, head of his cock pressed against your cervix. his glasses have fallen off now, probably broken somewhere under the sheets. you can feel his cock throbbing, pumping you with ropes of cum that are sure to go deep.

unlike normal, he crumples besides you, yet still not pulling out. there's a sudden ache in his lower back that wasn't there before, dull and irritating. "i'm exhausted," he pants. he says it as if he hasn't flattened you out on the mattress. neither of you are used to this level of exhaustion, but it aches so good.

silently, he brings you close. the familiar scent of his sweat and cologne envelop you. he's back to himself.

"ken?" you whisper. your husband grunts in reply, attempting to go to sleep. "will you do this again? pleasesayyespleasesayyes." "maybe. if you're good."

you blink in confusion. "but wasn't this a punishment?" "if it was a punishment, you wouldn't be talking right now." his lips ghost against your neck, clearly curling into a grin.

"oh," you mutter, "you're nasty."

[vampire-luvr]

husband!nanami x reader

nanami kento loves his wife. everyone who knew him knew it too. it was obvious how much he loved you. wedding ring always on, photo of you on your wedding day in his wallet, the way he would leave work early to pick up flowers for you every monday afternoon.

nanami believed that you must start off your week right, with a fresh bouquet. it didn’t matter if your flowers from the week before were still alive and thriving, he still got you a new one. vases of flowers were everywhere, the kitchen, your bedroom, the living room. it brought you so much happiness to see them around the house, and it brought him happiness to see you so happy.

this monday was no exception, leaving work on time, he went to the flower shop to collect your weekly bouquet. he tried to hand pick every flower in it as well, trying to switch up your arrangement (unless it was the week of your anniversary where he would try and recreate your wedding bouquet to the best of his ability).

as much as nanami hated work, the routine of going to work and coming home to his beautiful wife was something he looked forward to. he didn’t mind working as much when it gave you both such a good life. he would do anything to keep you content and happy.

opening the door to your shared home, nanami stepped in with his work belongings and bouquet in hand. you looked up from your phone at the door unlocking, smiling immediately. getting off the couch, you walked over to greet him with a kiss.

“hi ken! how was your day?” you asked sweetly, just like you did everyday that he had work. he handed you your bouquet and kissed the top of your head.

“it was fine, honey. just normal work, not too bad today,” he set his belongings down on the nearby table. “i hope you like this bouquet, i tried to incorporate more colors for spring.” you blushed. even married he was still nothing but sweet and considerate. when telling your friends about the things nanami would do for you, they didn’t hide their jealousy. they’d complain about how little their partners or recent dates would do for them, it almost felt like bragging when you would mention nanami. he was “the perfect husband” as they would say, and you couldn’t help but agree. he was the perfect husband.

“thank you! they’re perfect!” you grinned as you went to the kitchen to fill a vase with water. nanami followed you, a soft smile on his face seeing how happy you were. you cut the stems to fit the vase and put them in, smile still on your face. he walked over to you, putting his hands on your waist gently. “i’m really glad you love them.” you moved your hands up to loosen his tie, another after work ritual you two had.

your arms moved to wrap around his neck as you both leaned in and shared a kiss. not lustful or desperate, just loving. you pulled away and rested your head on his chest. “i love you ken” you whispered into the fabric of his shirt. he planted a kiss to the top of your head, “i love you too, y/n.” you both stayed like that for a minute, taking in each others presence.

“would you like to order tonight? we can get it from your favorite place and then i can run you a bath after?” nanami asked gently. you smiled again. “i’d like that. but it’d like it more if you joined me.” he let out a soft chuckle and nodded, “okay, it’s decided then.”

nanami kento really loves his wife.

જ⁀➴⋆.˚ a/n: husband!nanami as requested by the poll! (sorry to those who followed me for my choso fics) i haven’t written for nanami in sooooo long but he’s so husband </3

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[bl4ckprincess]

husband!nanami headcannons

husband!nanami x reader

contains: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFFYY, sexy husband nanami

husband!nanami who carefully threads his fingers through yours the moment a crowd forms, like his body chooses you before his mind even catches up.

husband!nanami who wakes before the sun just to brew your coffee exactly the way you prefer, quietly setting it beside you so it's the first comfort you feel.

husband!nanami who steps through the door, loosens his tie with a sigh, and immediately scans the room for you—his real sense of home.

husband!nanami who notices your favorite snacks running low long before you do, and restocks them without saying a word.

husband!nanami who insists he doesn't want a pet, then ends up carrying the cat around like its royalty

husband!nanami who reads beside you in quiet companionship, believing that sharing silence with you is its own kind of peace.

husband!nanami who leans down every morning to press a soft kiss to your forehead before leaving for work, no matter how rushed he is.

husband!nanami who rests a steady hand on your thigh while driving, a silent reminder that he's right there with you.

husband!nanami who quietly murmurs "text me when you arrive" every time you head out, not out of worry—out of love.

husband!nanami who can read your exhaustion the moment he sees you, even before you speak a single word.

husband!nanami who pulls you into his chest without hesitation on the days everything feels heavy, holding you until your breathing steadies.

husband!nanami who learns your habits so well that he starts doing small tasks for you before you even think to ask.

husband!nanami who may intimidate everyone else, but with you, he is impossibly gentle—soft hands, soft voice, soft heart.

[r4venbitee]

Not Around

husband!nanami who comes back from work after a long time being not around.

The lock clicked gently as it turned, ticketing the moment when the deep silence of the midnight apartment was finally shattered.

Nanami went in, closing the door behind him with practiced silent precision, assuming that you were already asleep and didn't want to wake you up. The heavy coat he pulled off his shoulders seemed even heavier as if it were laden with the three long days of that non-stop business trip his boss had sent him on.

He hadn't been home in 72 hours : cold lunch boxes, dull hotel rooms and endless paperwork becoming his routine during that time. He loosened his yellow tie with a long tired sigh as the soft fabric sled through his fingers. He was really tired.

Still, the minute he stepped into the living room, the stiff and cold tension he felt in his shoulders totally disappeared. The apartment was pitch dark, except for the one kitchen light you had left especially for him.

And there, tucked beneath a mountain of blankets, was you. You had clearly tried your best to stay awake for him. The TV still on, casting a soft light across your peaceful face.

Your husband couldn't help the soft smile that settled on his lips. The exhaustion still there, the sight of you warmed his chest enough to make it seem a little lighter. With muffled careful steps, he walked in your direction and knelt right infront of you.

His big, calloused hand reached out, briefly hesitating before brushing your hair away from your face. His touch was so gentle that it was hardly perceivable. How his thumb brushed your cheek in the tenderest way possible, making it seem like a slight worship.

But, you quickly recognized his familiar heat on your face. Your sleep-heavy eyes blinked for a second before opening them and letting your gaze settle on his face, admiring his striking features.

“Kento...”, you whispered, barely audible, your voice hoarse from sleep. “Here I am”, he replied in a murmur, the softness in his voice noticeable. “Im home sweetheart, go back to sleep.”

Though, instead of listening to him, your eyes opened wider and a grin spread across your face. Without a hesitation, you threw the blankets on the floor of the living room and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You both sat on the floor with his arms enclosing you.

Nanami sighed softly, happiness warming his heart thinking that he was so lucky to have you. Allowing himself to be pulled by your arms, he nuzzled his face into your neck, leaving soft kisses in there.

“I missed you”, you breathed near his ear, as your hand gently started to scratch at his scalp lightly, fingers threading through his blonde hair. “I missed you more than I thought possible.”

His sweet words filled your chest with warmth. Nanami closed his eyes, his nose taking in the lovely soothing scent of your skin. Being on the floor, and having his arms full of you made the feeling of the past harsh hours and stressful days fade away, replaced by a deep sense of comfort.

Nanami pulled back to look at you, his brown eyes full of affection. Slowly, he inclined his head and planted a soft, drawn-out kiss on your forehead, then on the tip of your nose, and at last, a deep, soft kiss to your lips.

“Let's go to bed”, you let out softly, pulling his shirt.

“Just a minute”. He traced your bottom lip with his thumb. “Hold me like this just a little more.”

You offered him a little smile resting your cheek on his chest as you listened to his steady rhythm of his heartbeat. Nanami's hands tightened around you, his chin coming to rest gently on top of your head in the dim light of the screen.

The past three days had been nothing but chaos and exhaustion, but here, held in your warmth, he finally found peace.

[flvvffy]

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . ❝ 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐃!𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈 ❞

masterlist. back after my 5 month hiatus bc of school. graduated last week and really hope I can pump out a lot of fics to make up for the 5 months. good to be back

girl dad!nanami who is a proud father of two perfect angles and a proud husband to you. nanami was so thrilled when you first told him you were pregnant. he span you around and kissed you deeply. his daughters are his absolute joy. he has a picture of you and his daughters in his wallet and likes to show you off when he needs to.

girl dad!nanami who deals with having to flip the entire house looking for a plushie. one of them is following behind him, quiet tears rolling down her chubby cheeks and sniffling very loudly as nanami's checking under the cushions. he sighs for the nth time then looks at his daughter and carries her in his arms trying to soothe her. "it's okay darling, we'll get you another one..."

"but i want that one...". safe to say the plushie was safely tucked beneath her blankets.

girl dad!nanami who's heart swells when he's met with his two girls as soon as he comes back home. as soon as he says the words 'i'm home' the girls are quick to rush to the front door and trap his legs in a hug while you're walking up to him slowly with the prettiest smile. his daughters bombard him with questions and take his bag and one even offers to take his coat. he thinks they're absolute angels talking his ear off as they swing on his legs. his energy is quickly restored after such a tiresome shift.

girl dad!nanami who's jolted awake on the regular when one of them has a nightmare. "daddy...daddy...can you move?... i want to sleep here too". nanami hears her soft voice and quickly sits up and picks her up.

"you had a nightmare?", he asks and she nods, fisting his shirt, her breath irregular. he pats her head and kisses her forehead multiple times. "it's okay. i'm here for you...you're safe". nanami places her gently next to you and only falls back asleep when she does.

girl dad!nanami who enjoys preparing the girl's lunches. he's up before you anyways so why not bother. nanami makes sure that they have a nutritious lunch packed with enough protein, vitamins and greens. and if they've been good all week, maybe some candy. nanami also checks if their water bottles are empty after school. they have to be we'll hydrated if they want to grow up healthy.

girl dad!nanami who reads bedtime stories to both of them while they're leaning against him on either side. he's reading the story slowly and changing his voice slightly for the characters so they can have a little fun. and when they both finally fall asleep, he has no problem carrying them to their beds. he just can't get enough of them.

girl dad!nanami who put together a playhouse in their room over the course of a week. you were both out shopping with the kids at their uncle's (satoru) and he spots the playhouse. "you think the girls are gonna love this?", he points to it with a serious look on his face.

"i'm sure they would, ken. a playhouse would be great for them". and the next thing he knows, he's walking out with the huge box and quickly gets to work as soon as he's home. when the girls come back a week later they run into their room to find nanami placing the finishing touches. the girls squeal and run to nanami locking him in a hug as a bunch of thank yous and i love yous spill from their lips as his heart is quietly exploding.

girl dad!nanami who reprimands them when they do something wrong even though it hurts him. he never yells, never uses harsh words but he knows how to get the point across. the part he hates the most is when they look up at him with glassy eyes and a sad pout as they apologize for what they did wrong. nanami wants to pick them up and hug and kiss them but he doesn't because he knows that they should acknowledge what they did wrong.

girl dad!nanami who randomly says that he wants another one as you're curled up in bed. he's just tucked the girls in bed and comes up to you holding you close, face in your chest. "another one wouldn't be so bad, right honey?"

"you really want a third?? you are whipped. those girls are going to be the death of you"

"and i'll die happy..."

. ۫ ꣑ৎ . 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝐅𝐋𝐕𝐕𝐅𝐅𝐘

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[satoruined]

thinking about how your husband kento is preemptively budgeting for your unborn child

on the morning after your second positive test, your husband’s standing hunched over the kitchen table—he’d left bed quietly, with the soft deliberation he applied to most things in life. in front of him sits a mug of untouched coffee gone tepid. a yellow legal pad: column after column of figures in tidy script, annotated with 0.5 uni ball pen.

you hover in the doorway a moment, admiring his profile: barefoot in his slacks, hair slightly mussed. he doesn’t hear you until you shift your weight, floorboard creaking underfoot.

“seven weeks,” you say, by way of greeting.

“approximately,” his gaze drops back to the paper. “which, optimistically, gives us about seven months to account for the first year’s expenses.”

“did you know,” he murmurs, “the average cost of a child’s first year is nearly two million yen? that doesn’t include school fees. or medical insurance. or college tuition.”

you step closer, skimming the columns. food, childcare, emergency savings, medical contingencies. even a line labeled ‘adjusted parental leave income.’

“this one here,” he says, tapping his pen against a neat cell, “is a preliminary projection for an international preschool program. in the event we don’t stay in tokyo. though it’s still early.”

“ken. our child is the size of a blueberry.”

“irrelevant at this stage. what matters is equity of access.”

you fold yourself into the space between his chair and the table, arms looped around his neck, cheek pressed against his temple. his pen halts midstroke.

“i’m not worried,” he adds finally. “i just want to plan ahead. i don’t want you—or them—to ever need anything.”

you kiss the top of his head. “you’re gonna be a great dad.”

he hums, then adds under his breath, “do you think two air purifiers would be too much?”

[mieleism]

texts with your husband [k. nanami]

tags.: nanami kento, married life, established relationship, long term partners, non-curse au, he’s smitten, some suggestiveness and horny talk.

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