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husband! nanami and his forgetful wife
Shots of Adrenalin | Kento Nanami
contents : mature, smut, manhandle, oral sex, masturbation, orgasms, deepthroated.
A/N : it’s just a smut one shot but enjoy
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About six o'clock the sound of a motor cut through a slumber party. The one you were invited to from your best friend, but it was too overstimulating.
You called Nanami earlier to make an excuse and pick you up, but someone has to pay the price.
"Thanks again." You stated, settling into the passenger seat. He was carefully packing your baggage into the backseats. "Of course."
"How come you wanted to leave early." He asked in a subtle tone. He firmly closed the door, and retrieved to the driver's seat.
"I just missed you." You replied, "Im too old for sleepovers anyways."
He turned the car and went round to the back, driving freely on the highway. "I'm glad, I missed you too."
"Well since I left early, we still have some time to ourselves." ... o'
"What are you implying?"
You reached over behind the backseat, and pull a small container of condoms you hid in his vehicle. "I want to finish this before you go to work."
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
His fingers move faster, deeply massaging your walls, pulsing and rolling over your G-spot again and again.
Your back arches off of his Nanami's chest. Three fingers down there and two in your mouth. You pant and struggle to grasp words, but he continues to pull you closer to him.
"Shhhh," it builds and builds, "Almost there." He said in a rich tone.
Finally, it would fit.
He shoves the head of his cock first before an orgasm could tear through and shatter you inside. “K-Kento.."
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
Presented in front of you was Kento Nanami, the name earlier you stuttered.
His smooth body moles were in constellation patterns. One by his pecs, a few on his wrist and a giant one splattered on his dick.
"Your choice." He said, holding the top of the bed frame. You sat below him with his cock swinging in your face.
"You're so sexy." You whispered, placing a short kiss on his hipbones. "Tell me how sexy." His hand guides you to his enlarged penis.
He gently pulled your chin down before he slid his thick cock slowly into your throat. His hips precisely bucked forwards, and he held up your hair in a fist.
Nanami kept rolling his hips to where they could reach your mouth. His cock in and out of your mouth. "If I came, will you forgive me?"
You slowly pulled back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. "Of course not."
𓊆ྀི❤︎𓊇ྀི
"Quit whining." He softly commanded. In his office, where no one could see, maybe hear: he was banging you on the filing cabinet.
"I'll fuck you right, ngh." He grips your hips as he thrusts inwards. His pants continue to fall when he picks up the pace.
Office Worker Nanami Kento is being very unprofessional due to his wife, but if this was what he wanted in Malaysia, he'll take it early.
Red, erect, and twitching inside your wet, slick folds. He slammed a hand to the cabinet besides your head for support.
"Help me out here y/n.." he groaned. "You're about to snap my dick off."
Over here, you were gasping for air. 'Asking for help' what about you? "Na! Kento..!" You moaned, scratching his shoulders.
Cum seeps down your legs and onto his leather shoes. "I'll take it, I really will. Just please-"
"Please what."
"Please let me!" You came before you could finish, well you did finish. He carries you to his office chair and plops you down onto the firm seat.
He sits between your legs, and buries his face into your chest while his hand slips off the last condom.
"We finished at work." He stated, licking the remaining cum on the plastic. "I hope you had your fun."
A/N : this is buns
𝒦𝑒𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝒩𝒶𝓃𝒶𝓂𝒾 𝐹𝒾𝒸𝓈:
Period cramps - with husband!nanami
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The Shoe Shine Assistant: A Nanami Kento Workplace Dom/Sub Dream <3
18+ mdni nsfw
Today when you clocked into the office, you noticed that your boss, Mr. Nanami, had suddenly put a meeting on your calendar with no title. This was abnormal and the sight of it filled you with anxiety. “Is he going to fire me?” You thought to yourself all morning.
When 1:00 pm came around, it was time for you to head to this mysterious meeting. You spent all morning crafting your plea, gathering proof of the good work you’ve completed this month, and habitually checking your appearance in the mirror to make sure you didn’t look unprofessional.
You entered his office as you typically would, but Mr. Nanami uncharacteristically had his back turned away, and appeared to be reading a book. Without even bothering to look in your direction, he suddenly demanded from his desk “Shut the door.”
His demeanor has never been like this before. It was shocking. You slightly jumped at his sudden demand, then slowly and quietly tried to shut the door, trying to be as small as possible.
You heard the sound of his book slam shut, followed by the chair spinning towards your direction. You took a deep breath, and turned away from the door, now facing each other. You can barely breathe from the tension in the room, you might as well just take your things and look for a new job now.
He lifts a hand, and beckons.
“Come here.”
You inch your way towards his huge, stately desk. Once you arrive, you begin an attempt to sit in the chair across from him as you usually would, but he disappointingly shakes his head and says to you “No. Not there.”
He points to the floor right next to where he’s seated.
“Here.”
You hesitantly walk towards the spot he is pointing to and arrive, nervously, hands clasped behind your back.
He finally makes eye contact with you.
“Get on your knees”
“What?”
You looked at him in disbelief. Your body so full of shock and confusion. Your face wasn’t hiding it either.
“Now.”
He was so stern. His voice unwavering. He meant what he said. You slowly lowered to the ground, using your finger tips to softly land while you cautiously kept your eyes on his.
“So you do know how to listen.” He scoffed.
“Unfortunately, I’m not convinced.”
“I don’t understand - I” he cut you off by forcefully grabbing your pony tail and yanking it so hard your knees lifted from the ground. You let out a gasp and your eyes widened. Suddenly, you understood completely.
“I’m so sorry, sir.”
He finally let go of your hair and watched you suddenly drop onto the floor. It hurt your knees a little, but you didn’t have time to worry about that. You tilted your head down, trying to think of what would come next, but he was already making that move.
You watch him, in a slow and controlled manner, squat down to your level. You could smell his cologne now, and the warmth of his body was radiating onto yours, filling up your senses.
He used his finger to tilt your chin up, forcing your eyes to meet his. Your breathing has gone shallow, and your eyebrows are tilted. He can tell that you’re under his control now and he takes a moment to savor that delicious feeling.
He moves his hand down and slowly wraps his strong fingers around your throat. He grasps slightly as he tells you this; “It’s become blatantly clear to me that you don’t take your job seriously. That you don’t take me seriously. I’ve come to the decision that I’m going to use the rest of your shift to remind you of your place. Do I make myself clear?” You do your best to nod your head yes, but he’s still wrapped around your throat, holding tighter now than before. Just when you think you can’t take anymore a tear falls down your cheek and he finally lets go of your throat. You let out a huge gasp as you sink back down to the ground.
While you caught your breath and tried to compose your self, Nanami began to undo his tie. You’ve watched him tirelessly do this at his desk a thousand times before, but this time was much different. It wasn’t about comfort. It was forceful, it was purposeful. Once unraveled, he began to wrap the tie around your neck. You froze as he made the careful knot, and you watched his eyes dart back and forth between yours and his task without a word.
Once the tie was secured around your throat, he stood again, towering above you, holding you in his grasp like a puppy on a leash. You have never felt so small in your life. Nanami gave the tie a gentle pull upward and said “lift your skirt.”
Hesitantly, you gently gathered the fabric of your skirt, and tried to not move too much as you were getting used to the feeling of the tie gently choking you with each movement. Your underwear were exposed now, and you start to regret the choice you made this morning. Your boring light grey panties now on full display for your boss who clearly has a much more expensive taste.
“Wow, such a good girl.” He said in his incredibly deep and dignified voice.
“Now tell me, why is it so hard for you to follow orders any other day?”
Your heart sunk into your stomach, and you attempted to speak, but just as you started to, he gave the tie a huge pull upwards, cutting you off.
“Save your excuses.”
You were a whimpering, helpless, pathetic mess. And you’re embarrassed to admit that this extreme turn of events was turning you on so badly. Mr. Nanami had already noticed this when you lifted your skirt. He saw that you had started to soak through your panties a little, but you were so overwhelmed by the situation you didn’t see it. He knew you were enjoying this before you even did and that controlling fact made him want to take it even further.
Nanami lightened his grip on the tie to let your neck rest for a moment. He lowered himself back down to you and carefully forced his thumb into your mouth, moving it back and forth, encouraging you to suck on it. You eagerly wrapped your tongue around his huge finger and softly suckled while he began to speak; “You’re a good girl. I can tell that you want to make your boss happy; that you don’t really want to do a bad job, right? So I’m going to give you a simple task and I want you to really, I mean really, show me that you can be a good assistant and follow instructions. But you need to understand that if you mess this up, I’ll have no choice but to punish you. Is that understood?”
You are genuinely shocked to learn that what’s happening to you right now isn’t punishment, but you shake your head yes anyways, his thumb still inching its way farther and farther down your throat, causing you to gag and drool.
“Now, when I stand back up, I’m going to ask you to lift that pretty little skirt back up and I’m going to expect you to keep it up the whole time. I want to be able to watch your pussy throughout this. Don’t forget that I’m going to keep this tie in my hand and I’ll only use it if I have no choice, got it?”
You think “what does he mean he wants to watch it? what does he want me to do??”Though you really don’t have much time to finish that thought as he has already taken his thumb from your mouth and has started to rise.
You are anxiously waiting for his cue, unsure of what’s to come after that simple order.
He gave the tie a gentle yank.
“Eyes on me.”
You nod your head yes, careful to not look away.
“Now, lift your skirt.”
You lifted your skirt just as before, carefully bunching the fabric. Now that you know he wants a good view of your pussy, you tilt your hips forward just a little, showing off an even bigger wet spot this time. You’re still too unaware to notice how embarrassingly wet you’ve become from your bosses demands. This he knows and is amused by.
Nanami, already close to you, takes one step forward and lands his foot right in front of your pussy. You slightly jumped, thinking he’d step on you, but of course he didn’t. Mr. Nanami’s shoes are always of the highest quality leather. They probably cost $900 at the very least. He gets them shined weekly, and you know that he loves to show them off. But why now? Why does he want you to notice them?
Fuck. You looked away from him to look at his shoes. He yanked the tie harder than ever before this time, causing you to gag and knocking you into his leg that’s right in front of your face. He barely even moved. You embarrassingly look up and meet eyes again.
“Eyes on me.”
He starts to lift the tie now, bringing you slightly up with it and you start to lose air again.
“You poor, little thing. You look so cute sitting helplessly in my grasp. I’ve known about your little crush on me for a while now, but your soaking wet panties gave it all away about 15 minutes ago. So, I truly don’t feel bad for what I’m about to ask of you, because I know you’ll do it and I know you’ll love it.”
You have no idea what he’s talking about, but you listen closely, wanting to be good.
He loosened the grip of the tie and you sat back down, but now, having learned your lesson, you make sure to not look away from his unyielding gaze.
“Use my shoe to rub yourself until you cum. No stopping until you cum. Is that understood?”
You were confused, but didn’t want to give it away so you shook your head yes and lightly sat your pussy onto the tip of his nice, expensive dress shoes, but beyond that you really didn’t know what to do next.
“Good girl. Now, show me how good you can be.”
More than anything you wanted to hear that “good girl” praise, so you gave it a shot. You started to rock your hips forward and back slowly and controlled. Now, you finally realize just how wet you’ve become. Your sticky underwear are gliding with ease over his glistening shoes. But fuck, it’s actually starting to feel good.
“Faster.” He demanded with a soft yank on the tie.
This demand was so strange that you didn’t want to enjoy it, but now, you can’t help yourself. You start to pick up the speed, humping your bosses shoe and completely forgetting that you’re still on shift, in the office. You let out a few moans and notice him smirk. God, that little bit of approval sent you into a frenzy. You rub your pussy over and over, your thighs begin to burn from the work out, but you don’t care. You want to show Mr. Nanami that you can be good and follow his instructions, no matter what they are.
You can feel yourself getting close, but you don’t want to stop. You want this feeling to last forever, you want to feel his cock spread you apart and fill you completely. Without changing your pace you beg “Please sir.”
He already knows what you mean, he doesn’t need to ask.
“Not until you cum.”
He says, unwavering, yanking hard on the tie to remind you who makes the decisions in this room.
“Yes sir.” You say as you desperately rub your wet pussy back and forth, back and forth on his smooth shoe. You feel so lost in this sensation, you can barely take it any longer. Suddenly you start to feel that tense tightening inside of you, and your clit is throbbing and demanding more. You grasp your tits and squeeze them through your blouse while you let out a huge moan, accidentally letting your skirt fall. You’re cumming.
“I’m cumming. I’m cumming. I’m cum-“ you announce, shaking and dripping onto him. Your eyes are rolling but you are trying to keep your gaze on his even though it’s impossible at this point.
As you come down from this high all you can do is whimper, shake, and drool. You desperately look at Nanami, awaiting his approval for your performance.
He lets go of the tie and it you watch it as it falls to the floor. He starts to slowly unbutton his shirt one by one, still giving you the silent treatment. He slides his shirt off of his broad shoulders, exposing his incredible muscular build you have only imagined of before. You adoringly watch as he unclasps his belt buckle and slides it out of its loops. And you basically drool onto yourself as he slides his pants zipper down.
“Now, was that really so hard?” He mockingly says to you as he begins to pull his cock from his pants.
i’ve seen smut with twins fratjo and nerdjo but hear me out… frat nanami who is a man whore and the complete opposite of his student body president twin 🫦do yall see the vision cause i need more frat nanami in my life NOWWWW
— husband!nanami and you finding out that you’re pregnant!
— duke!husband!nanami kento x duchess!wife!reader .
— set in the regency era , bridgerton!inspired , arranged marriage between nanami and reader , reader and nanami has some tension in their marriage , big age gap (nanami is 33 whereas reader is 20) , pregnancy , mention of Chadwick’s Sign (?) , generally fluff and sweeeet. ♡
The morning sun spills through the tall windows as nanami kento makes his way to the breakfast room. The table is set for two, but only one place is occupied. He takes his seat at the head of the long walnut table, unfolding the daily newspaper the butler has laid beside his plate.
"Has the lady risen yet?" he asks, not looking up from the financial section.
The maid shifts on her feet, “Yes, my lord, she has. Though… her lady’s maids informed that her grace is a little under the weather this morning.”
The cup pauses mid-air. The newspaper shifts. His thick brows furrow.
“How so?”
“Her maids report a feeling of giddyness followed by mild cramping.”
He sets the paper down fully, staring at the empty chair across from him. His mind churns. She was fine last night at supper. Tired, perhaps, but fine. He pushes back from the table, the chair scraping against the floor.
“I’ll see to her myself,” he tells the maid. “Call for the physician. And have cook prepare those fruit tarts that she favors. Perhaps she might grow an appetite when she sees them.”
The maid nods and hurries away, disappearing down a small corridor while a manservant hurries to fetch the physician. Nanami straightens his cravat, loosening the tie just the slightest before making his way through the manor and to your bedchamber.
He knocks softly on the door, not bothering to wait for permission as he pushes the wood open. And there you are, propped up by pillows on your bed, your hair loose around your shoulders. Fingers picking at the loose thread on the blanket. To the eye it does not look like you have the common cold or flu, but he knew better than to judge by the cover.
“Darling,” he walks over to your bedside. “The maid informed me that you are not feeling your best.” A hand presses against your forehead. No, not warm at all.
“Oh,” you curve into yourself, feeling all of a sudden shy about your husband’s concerns. “Yes, just a little… aching here and there is all, your grace.”
He hums, keeping his hand pressed against your skin a little longer before they tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “You were waiting for something.” He glances around the room. “What is it?”
“My ladies,” you say quickly. “They pushed for a cold dip in the bath even when I assured them that there was no need for it.”
“Mm, yes, a cold bath does seem good for you,” he turns your head side to side. “It’s been quite hot these days.”
The physician arrives two hours later, greeting Nanami w ith a handshake. He asks you a few questions, you answer quietly, eyes darting to Nanami occasionally. Finally the physician turns to Nanami, asking to speak with him outside.
When the door shuts, the physician speaks, “It is far too early to confirm this, your grace, but your wife is experiencing all of the symptoms of an early stage pregnancy.”
Nanami freezes. Stunned into silence, actually. You’re pregnant? How is that possible? He’s only laid with you twice in the past seven months of your marriage, with a gap of six months in between.
“There is the Chadwick’s Sign method—“
“No,” he holds up a hand, dismissing the elder man. “Thank you, Mr. Dandridge, you may go.”
He stands there in the hallway, accompanied by silence. His throat bobbed. When, he thinks, trying to remember the date. A hand rakes through his blond hair.
He pushes the door open again, seeing you happily eating the tarts from earlier. He crosses the room, lowered himself onto the edge of the bed. The mattress dips under his weight.
He takes your hand. Presses a kiss to your knuckles. “The physician said that you may very well be with child.” There, plain and simple. The soft gasp you let out sends a pang to his chest. Were you happy or angry? Did you want to carry his child? You’re barely an adult, for god’s sake—
“Are you pleased?” you ask softly.
Once again, he’s silenced. Was he pleased? He never expected a child from you. Though, he does not find himself feeling dissatisfied, either. He squeezes your hand.
“Of course I am,” he says, “how could I not be?”
He sees your eyes light up, the shine over them like you were about to cry. No, don’t cry. He doesn’t think he could handle that.
You let go of his hand—leaving him wanting to chase your touch again—crawling over to him and settling yourself on his lap, your arms looped tightly around his neck. A whimper escapes you. He holds you back just as tight, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.
“I…love you.” It was so soft, but he heard it. It’s the first time you’ve said that to him.
“I love you more,” he sighs, can’t help the smile on his face.
He can’t wait to meet another version of you in nine months.
author’s note: rewatched bridgerton today and remembered dis draft sitting in my notes app 🥹 i just love bridgerton and other shows alike and dis just felt very fitting with nanami as duke ‹𝟹 hope you enjoy! :) and second upload! Yayayayayaya
Let's dance it away
pairing: Husband!Nanami x wife!reader
you blast loud music in the house to drown out the sound of your husband after a fight, ignoring him till his guilty counsious aches
tags: fluff ⋮⋮ marriage ⋮⋮ established relationship ⋮⋮ drabble
a/n: in honor of nanamis bday
Loud music keeps blaring around the house, with you twirling around, a dust-wiper in your hand.
The music is loud. Loud loud. And Nanami knows exactly what that means.
“Baby” he tries, his voice swallowed up by the deafening music, his eyes trailing your fluid movement. He approaches, getting up from his seat on the couch, decides to interrupt his spectating role to reach for you.
“Beautiful, please listen to me” he goes to step closer, only for you to twirl around and away, ignoring him. His gaze drops to your swaying hips, that short dress he bought you making it all look more alluring. But he’s on a mission, and Nanami takes his job very seriously.
“My pretty girl, will you please accept my apology” reaching out to grab you, wanting you close by his side again, you step away from his fingers, on beat to the song.
A small, seemingly carefree smile paints itself on your lips.
“Please” he pleads, rushing to grab you by the wrist, pulling you close, eyes finding yours with burning intensity
“Please, baby. I’m sorry about how I yelled at you” he apologizes amidst the music, his gaze softening. Nanami’s fingers skim upwards till both rests gently yet firmly around your sides, bringing your body closer to his – in need of you like magnets pulling one another in to where they should be.
You press your thumb over the remote controller, the music abruptly diminishing into stillness and your husbands presence only.
“Really, now?” Your eyebrows raise slightly, arms crossing over your chest despite him clearly wanting you to be flush against him. You are, but not in the way he wants.
Guess Kento Nanami won't get his will today. Not after the fight you two had over some random reason you can't even recall at the moment.
Not when your husband's hard body is against your softer one, with his warm, big hands on you. It makes you recall other times his large hands were gripping your waist like this.
“Youre bad news” you try to voice, angry at yourself for even letting your thoughts wander when you should be angry at him instead. However, your tone sounds weaker than you hoped for; all bark and no bite. Just hot air of frustration against his lips.
“I have been today” he agrees – momentarily, his thumbs rubbing over the soft, velvety material of your dress over your sides. “I apologize” he says softer, leaning his forehead down, resting his on yours.
“I’m reckless to upset my sweet, beautiful, amazing wife. Even if I was frustrated from work” he continues, eyes on yours as he leans in, his nose brushing against the tips of yours now; until whispering is enough to hear the other clearly over their heartbeat.
“How about we dance it off, my love?”
Nanami's bday invite list: @xhslvt @xiyizhouswife @hartistasinombre @melancholicreaper @goatkkotsu @nightmarenyxx @sleazysaltedcat @defenestratehumanity @shhhhiamreading @totallynotashieldagent @vyxeen @hartistasinombre @angeliure-0 @septembermoonchild @ttyl0lxyx @yourlocalcatscammer @tealmalik @stellawish
Summary: The New Year's party is over, leaving behind a messy living room and a quiet midnight. For a Grade 1 Jujutsu Sorcerer, peace is a rare currency. But in the warmth of your shared home, tracing the battle scars on his palms to the rhythm of a spinning jazz record, Kento Nanami finally finds a place where he is allowed to be whole.
Word count: 817wrds.
Something about being with your partner feels so surreal and warm, to the point you can't let go because you fear that this isn't gonna last.
The celebration is finally over. Laughter and chatter echo as guests finally leave with their partners. The floor is messy with confetti and empty bottles, and tables are left with leftover dinner. Everything is full of things that feel tiresome, but with your partner—everything becomes easy.
Another new year with a loved one is such a milestone. It is the feeling of being near and touched by someone linked to your soul.
You started cleaning up the table while Kento cleared up the empty bottles that were used in a game you all were playing. The dishes were piling up, and leftovers were thrown into a disposable container for the stray dogs and cats for you two to feed in the morning.
You walked up to the record player and picked a jazz album you two loved. You both started to love the album because of its deep connection to being loved and trusted by someone you love. You started the music and began humming to the tune while going back to the kitchen and cleaning the dirty dishes.