A/N: dealing with a writer's block that's why i've been inactive lol
“Babe, I’m home!”
“I’m in here!”
Kento had just finished washing the dishes when Y/N had announced her return from work. He heard her toe off her heels and dump her bag onto the couch before turning around the corner to enter the kitchen.
“How’s work?” Kento asked as he wiped down the counter. He felt his wife’s arms wrap around his waist. The side of Y/N’s face pressed against his back, making Kento smile.
“Exhausting! I’ve been on my feet for six hours and I’m tired!” She whined but a yawn managed to slip into her words.
Drying his hands, Kento turned around to return the embrace, “I’m sorry, darling.” He cooed while running his fingers through her hair, “Anything I can do to help?”
Y/N nods her head against his firm chest before looking up at him, a pout already nestled on her lips,“Can we cuddle and then take a nap please?”
Kento tried not to melt at the cute tone of voice his wife was using. He leaned down to kiss the tip of her nose. He chuckles at the way her face scrunched up.
“Of course, baby.” Pulling away from the hug, he reached down to hold Y/N’s hand. Then, he led her to their bedroom where he helped her get ready for bed.
She was wearing one of Kento’s old shirts as he went to switch off the lights in favor of the night lamps that Y/N couldn’t sleep without.
As Kento lowered the curtains, he heard Y/N lazily shuffle her way to the bathroom. Once the bedroom was to his satisfaction, he trailed after his wife.
“How’s work?” Kento heard her ask while brushing her teeth as he fluffed their pillows.
“Good.” He replied, “But Nobara bullied Yuuji.”
“Again?” His wife asked incredulously as she stepped out of the bathroom, “That’s like the fourth time this month!”
Kento could only offer her a shrug, used to his students’ shenanigans. They were a rowdy bunch but Kento couldn’t say that he didn’t like them.
Y/N huffed a sigh, “What did she do?”
As Kento retold the events of his day with his elementary school students, he followed Y/N to bed.
Once they were settled in, with Y/N’s face buried into his neck, head tucked under his chin, she took a large whiff of his scent and let out a long, and much needed, exhale.
Keto rubbed his wife’s back as he continued his tale of how Nobara relentlessly made fun of Yuuji’s drawings while demonstrating her amazing (Nobara’s words, not Kento’s) artistic skills.
He could tell that Y/N was struggling to stay awake as she listened to him from the way her head kept jerking.
Y/N worked at an airport in the marketing department and for the past six months, she had been working on a plan to optimize passengers’ satisfaction at the airport. Knowing his wife, she mostly went beyond her limits just to create the level of a brilliant proposal to her superiors.
Kento also suspects that Y/N didn’t complain…except when she was in the safety of her home.
Kento would listen to all of his wife’s complaints and could easily tell how tired she was about the whole ordeal. He frowned. He needed to remind Y/N that she had competent colleagues in her department who could help her with the workload.
It was funny, now that Kento thought about it, how he and Y/N were similar in those aspects. Both priding themselves with their perfectionism while also being chastised by the other to take things easy and slowly.
Sighing through his nose, Kento noticed the shallow and rhythmic breathing of Y/N. She was finally in a deep sleep.
Closing his eyes, Kento pecked the top of her head, muttering a sweet goodnight.
ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ a getaway to you
──── prev ─ pt. 2 of 2
this time, it’s your time to confront kento for his reason to abandon you. truth doesn’t seem as sweet as you hoped for.
and... you are petty enough to take revenge on him.
starred by Nanami Kento (Jujutsu Kaisen) x Reader (female)
genre & tags: 18+ mdni, husband!kento, miscommunications, angst and crack (if you squint enough), sexual tensions (reader being a tease towards nanami), sexually frustrated kento (but well deserved ig), yearning!kento, awkward!kento, borderline possesive!nanami, reader taking control over nanami/?/, oral (m to f), lingerie sex (is this even a thing)
note: here's the part two of it! it took longer since i keep adding more stories so it became longer than the first part :') (or maybe i just think kento didn't deserve more from reader after the dumb shit he pulled) but enjoy!
word count: 8.5k
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"The bathroom is nice too," you commented, looking around the space. The bathtub was surprisingly huge, and they provided a washing area for you to clean up. They provided two low stools, and you had decided to take shower together.
It had been a long time since you took a bath together like this. The bathroom in your apartment was only big enough for one person, and usually your schedule with Kento never matched, including bath time.
So… it was a lovely change of pace.
You both were content of the sex, and unlike last time, Kento was sane enough not to go overboard after the both of you finally came. And unlike before, he actually came prepared with condoms, so you didn't have to struggle cleaning his cum out of you.
He tried to help you to wash your hair, giving it a proper massage around your scalp to evenly distribute the product. He tried to make sure he could help you properly, since you took care of your hair pretty well.
"Well, if we pay a lot for it, it should be nice, dear," he replied. After he finished, he continue to rub your back using the soap provided.
Then, it was your turn.
"Here, let me help you too," you said, then you told him to turn around, exposing his back towards you.
It was huge, with a few old scars. They were mainly caused by his fight as a sorcerer. But there were also newer marks.
There were bright red scratch marks on his back, mainly caused by your long nails which tried to hold onto him tightly. Unconsciously, your fingers almost lingered against those marks you had created.
"What is it?" he turned his head to you, looking at you. His wet hair stuck to his forehead, while your gaze still focused on his back.
"Sorry… It must be hurt, doesn't it…"
"Not at all," he replied, letting a soft chuckle at your worried expression. How could you be so worried over a few scratches when he even managed to make you fall sick last time? It was nothing compared to that.
"You don't have to lie… The soap will probably make it sting…"
"If I was bothered by this, I wouldn't survive as a sorcerer, dear."
Yet still, after you shampooed him, you took your time to rub his back. Since it was much wider than you, and your hand wasn't as big as his, it took you longer. Besides the size, you were also afraid the soap would sting him.
But seeing him didn't flinch even once, you confidently continued to rub his back with soap.
After you cleaned yourself, you planned to soak in the bathtub. The warm water probably nice to relax your muscles before sleeping. Although, they had not eaten dinner yet.
Fortunately, Kento had already ordered before taking a bath.
"Is the water warm enough?" he asked, then you nodded your head.
"It's perfect."
And it was his cue to leave—or so he thought. You quickly gripped his hand when he finally stood up from his stool.
"Why are you leaving?" you asked him worriedly, when he tried to walk towards the exit instead of the bathtub.
"You should relax there, I won't bother you for now," he said. But you quickly shake your head.
"Stay… The bathtub was large enough for two."
He smiled gently at your plea. Then he nodded.
"If you insist," he said, finally joined you. He could feel the heat of the warm water when he finally entered.
It was hotter than his usual preferences, but you preferred it that way. He finally relaxed after soaked his body inside the warm water. He couldn't help but let out a groan.
"It's nice, isn't it?" you asked, grinned when he finally relaxed. He hummed in agreement. The both of you didn't talk much for a while. You rather focused to the city view, while Kento was relaxing.
But you felt the silence started to feel a bit too deafening, so you finally said something.
"You really couldn't hold back, huh?" you asked playfully to him. The rhetoric question made him open his eyes which had been closed in relaxation.
"How can I if you let me?"
"Then… why do you avoid me for a whole month?!" your tone suddenly become more serious, you stared flatly at him. Your hand purposefully sit on his bare thigh so he wouldn't escape from you.
That was the moment Kento's expression turned rigid, half bewildered, half nervous. When he planned to say something, you immediately cut him off.
"I don't know what's in your mind. But, don't you think it's cruel to constantly reject me without giving me the reason? Well, at least after this I'm sure that you're been holding on, but it still pissed me off," you explained.
Kento could not help but to let a weak smile at your explanation. He muttered your name quietly…
"I'm… sorry for keep rejecting you these past month. But I have my reasons," he said, while finally facing you.
"And tell me your reasons!"
He took a deep breath before he continued.
"You know that time when you got sick from me?"
"Yes?"
"After you went to work, we got… several complaints from our neighbors."
"Oh… Is it… because of me?"
"No, it's because of me. I'm the one make you scream," he said flatly. Your hand flew almost immediately to slap his chest. Your cheek flared in heat caused by Kento's casual remark, warmer than the water you had been soaked in. The sound was crisp, echoed in the bathroom. Kento let out a genuine chuckle at your reaction.
It was fun to tease you.
"Gosh. I asked you seriously. Why didn't you tell me before?!"
"I didn't want to make you feel embarrassed. And the moment wasn't perfect since you fell sick too."
"Okay. It's understandable that the neighbors would complain. I can stay silent while doing it!"
"No, you can't. I don't want you to."
"Huh?"
"I want to hear you. And how come it took me long enough to know that you can let yourself loose like that? Of course I want more. But I don't want to receive another complaint too."
You stared at him, bewildered at his confessions.
How come he said things like that with the flattest face ever?
"Wow. I don't know how shall I react. You can just… you know? Rent a room if you want to do that?"
"What do you think I'm doing now? Besides, yes I want to hear you. But I'm afraid I would hurt you again. How long it takes for you to finally walk normally again?"
"Kento."
"Exactly. And you keep teasing me before. How can I let myself be in control if my wife was too gorgeous?"
"You can just tell me if we got complaints from the start! If I knew the reason was for us to avoid another complaints, I wont tease you like that!"
You couldn't believe his logic behind the abandonment for a whole month. You stared at him at lost, while your hand splashed the water straight to his face, pissed at his logic. No wonder there were no complaints after that. Turned out, Kento was hiding it from you.
And here, you were confident enough to think that the apartment was soundproof enough. Or that the neighbors didn't bother.
"Hey! It's hot!" he flinched at the sudden heat splashed upon his face. His hand quickly rubbed his face to clear the water off him.
"You deserve it. Did you hear how dumb you sounded just now?"
"… You know how dumb someone will act in front of the person they loved."
You couldn't help but sighed in defeat. Well, if he talked about it since the start, you would be more understanding at his actions.
But truly, after knowing the fact, it didn't soothe you a bit. Instead, disappointment crawled deep in you. Even his words that sounded romantic didn't feel comforting at all.
DING DONG!
"I think our food is finally arrived. I'll pick the food first, okay?" he said, then he stood up and left you alone in the bathtub.
It left you more bitter than you thought it would be.
"Are you okay? You've been playing around with your food," he asked, then he continued to chew his food.
Now the both of you were sitting in the dining room connected to the living room, face to face. The both of you were still in your bathrobes, too lazy to change it to your pajamas. Your hair was wrapped in towel, you planned to dry it later after you had dinner.
The dinner was fancy—as hell. It looked heavenly, yet your sour mood did affect you from enjoying it.
You quickly took a deep breath when Kento asked you that.
Of course, he would notice. He helped you cut the steak, yet you just took a single bite and just eat the potatoes instead.
"I don't think I'm okay, Kento," you finally spoke. He glanced at you worriedly.
"Is the food not up to your liking?"
"No. It's not about the food," you said. It finally made him stop eating and put his utensils down.
"Did I… make a mistake?"
"… I'm not even sure if it considered a mistake, Kento."
Noticing he didn't reply to you, you decided to continue.
"I feel dumb, Kento. It's a whole month. I thought you didn't love me anymore and decided to avoid me, or you hiding something from me. Or I did something wrong to you and you decided to step back for a while. Only to find out at the end because of… neighbors complain? It's ridiculous! Now finding out the reason wasn't what I've been thinking about, I don't know if I should feel relieved. Or horrible because I've ever doubted you."
You finally said it, yet your head lowered instead of looking at him.
"I… didn't want to blame you. I just don't understand the reason you keep something from me that's involving me too. And, it's over such a silly thing! So what if we received a complain? It couldn't be helped since I did make the noise. If your reason was to spare me from embarrassment, then what? If I was walking around naked on the street, would you not tell me just because you afraid I'd feel embarrassed?"
The comparison was wild, to be honest. Yet, at least it worked based from his widened eyes, reacting to your comparison.
"Of course no…"
"That's the point! Your logic doesn't make any sense! And if you brought me to this ridiculously expensive hotel just so the neighbor won't complain, then what? Are you planning to book a room every single time we want to have sex? I don't think you will do that."
Well, Kento did think about it before. He couldn't keep booking a hotel just because they wanted to have fun together. Although the both of you have income, it was way too wasteful.
The money could be used for your future plan instead.
Yet he was also desperate that he booked the hotel out of whim. It was costly, and he thought that hotel should never been this expensive (although the hotel itself was wonderful).
But he thought that by making a reservation for you, it would soothe you too. Yes, the both of you finally got what you've been wanting to do, but at the end, his logic still ended up hurting you.
Silence stretched out between the two of you, heavy and thick. He didn't dare to reply for a second, or teased you like what he did previously.
"… You're right," he said softly, sounding all vulnerable. Then, he stood up to walk to the chair next to yours and sit there instead.
He quietly reached to your hands, his gentle, warm hands covered your, thumb rubbing soothing circles over your knuckles to give you a sense of comfort that he hoped (at least) would calm you down.
You still wouldn't look at him. Instead, you just stared at his hand which constantly rubbing circles. You afraid the thought of looking directly at his face would leave you more vulnerable than ever. Yet he decided to continue.
"I… treated this matter without reaching out to you and take actions on my own," Kento confessed, his gazed still fixed on you. "I thought I was protecting your feelings, yet I ended up deprived you of the truth, over a matter that we could discussed. I let you suffer for the whole month, doubting yourself, and doubting us, just because I'm afraid that I would make you embarrassed. It was foolish of me…"
Finally, you looked up at him. Only to find out his gaze at you was full of guilt.
He tried to lean closer, and when you didn't move from your position, he rested his forehead gently against yours.
"Don't feel horrible for doubting me. You have every right to act that way since I did something stupid and distanced myself from you. I'm deeply sorry, love… I promise you, I will never hide anything like this from you again."
Him being way too genuine didn't help. You were still annoyed—he didn't get off the hook that easily just because he knew how to look remorseful. But looking at him sitting there, feeling all guilty with his focus on you, made a familiar heat flare back up.
And the thought of it made you pissed at yourself, because you almost let yourself swayed by him once again.
You took a deep breath, tried to convince yourself not to get swayed by him—especially after he made you suffer for a whole month.
You were making sure that you would make him sweat for the rest of the night.
Even better if it was the rest of the stay.
"Hm. I don't know if I'm able to forgive you either," you said, while putting your mad face at him. He looked at you, still in guilty.
"Is there anything I can do to soothe your heart, just a little bit?"
You tried to think a perfect punishment for him—for acting this dumb.
"Everything you did kind of pissed me, Kento. And I stand by that. But!"
He looked at you curiously.
"At first. Let's just enjoy this hotel first. There's no way I would stay for two whole night just to have sex with you when we could enjoy the hotel's facilities instead."
"Sure. Understandable," he replied. It intended to be that way, anyway. The first night, he would use it to rail you, and for the second day, for actually enjoying the facilities.
"Second. After we got home, we shall discussed our arrangements so we won't bother the neighbors like what we did previously. I'm fine with not having sex for a while."
This part, Kento was heavy on the last part. He wasn't sure if the arrangement would work on his behalf. But sure, he still agreed with you.
"Wonderful. And are there more?"
"Three. Do you think I look good in those lingerie I had been wearing before?" He was confused with your question, yet he decided to still answer you.
"You look magnificent and beautiful in it. Still, you look beautiful in everything," he replied. You grimaced hearing his answer. Damn Kento and the sweet mouth of his!
"Actually, I brought one with me. Still a new one, and… I planned to wear it before you decided to attack me the moment we arrived," you explained. When you checked on his expression, it was… unreadable.
"But! Since you pissed me off… I don't think you deserve to see it."
"… Okay. Guess I might deserve that. So, what do you want to wear to sleep? Do you want to borrow my pajamas instead?"
And that was the moment you looked at him bewildered and at lost. He reciprocated it with his innocent, yet defeated look.
"So you won't fight for it?"
"Huh?"
"You don't want to see me in my lingerie, special for you?" you cornered him. He definitely taken aback by your accusation.
"Of course I would love to. You would look lovely with it. But… you said I didn't deserve it."
"Yes, you didn't deserve it unless…"
You moved closer to him, your lips was almost touching his ears, the lingering warmth bothered Kento for a bit. Especially you didn't immediately say it, just breathing near his ear. He waited in anticipation.
"You beg for it."
It sent an immediate shiver down to his spine. He was completely rigid, his breath hitched, as your warm breath lingered upon against his skin, even down to his neck. His sane mind almost vanished, the part of him who wished to respect your wish, yet you made it so hard for him to.
He called your name softly, his eyes were heavy with lust as he faced you.
"You're… playing a dangerous game right now," he murmured. He reciprocated your action, leaning closer to your ear, as he whispered with desperation.
"… Please, love."
He turned his gaze towards you. "Show me."
Your breath hitched at his action. But you wouldn't let it show to Kento.
No one told him that he had to be this sexy!
"Well. I don't know if I could see your genuine intention, Kento."
Your hand which was close to table decided to reach the cross of the table and pull Kento's plate right in front of him.
"Just finish the food first, then I'll give you my answer."
He stared at you in disbelief. His gazed dropped to his half eaten plate, then it flicked to you who (finally) eat your food cheerfully, casually chewing your steak.
As if the last ten seconds hadn't just happened.
Since when you became such a tease?!
"Why? Is the food not up to your liking?"
Okay. You were obviously playing around with him.
And Kento couldn't wait to have his revenge on you for teasing him like that.
By the time the both of you finally finished dinner, Kento wasn't even sure if the sex was going to happen anymore.
How could he be so sure about it?
After the dinner, he insisted on helping you dry your hair—hoping it would gain a favor from you—and he even let you put skincare on him. He could feel the cold mask on his face, it was an unusual feeling for him.
Your hands was gentle and loving on his face, as you tried to apply serum all over his place, and tapped on his face lightly so the skincare would absorb easily.
He though, it meant something. As if you had already forgave him and anticipated the sex with him,
Except, you just told him to change to his pajamas instead of staying on his bathrobe.
He was taken aback by that. What did you mean changing into pajamas?!
If the sex would happen, wouldn't it be easier if he was in his bathrobe instead of pajamas? He almost confronted you about it. But then if you annoyed at him, then the sex would not happen afterall.
It was such a losing situation for him, that he couldn't help but to follow your instruction instead of protesting. Except, you stole his pajama shirt and left him with the pants only, since you 'forgot' to bring your pajama.
Here was the first trial.
Seeing you in his pajama shirt, looking all adorable and vulnerable with the satin material tracing your body faintly… The hem reached your mid thighs, made it look like an oversized dress on you.
Which was fine at first.
Except, you kept moving around on bed while playing with your phone, and eventually, the shirt got lifted up.
He swore that he didn't want to sound like a pervert, but he could see your panties if you were moving around like that!
It was red, by the way. And it looked agonizingly gorgeous on you.
He almost lost his control right then and there.
It was a big mistake for holding on for a month. The previous sex didn't satisfy him, and now he made his wife mad and punished him for his dumb decisions.
He could feel the stubborn, embarrassing heat coiling low in his gut at the thought of the previous sex, or you, lying lazily on the bed, looking all delicious and ready to devour.
He wasn't fond of cursing, yet it was also pitiful for his body to betray his own composure.
He was fortunate to be under the blanket so the bulge wasn't noticeable at all.
But that also meant that he couldn't move around. If he stood up from his position, you would notice how hard he was since he was shirtless. He didn't dare to move at all.
And you noticed.
"Why? I thought you want to lend me your shirt? Or should I wear a cardigan too? In case I'm cold?"
"N—no… You do what you want, dear. If you are cold, just get in under the blanket," he replied awkwardly. He tried hard not to focus on anything other than your face.
For example, your breasts which peeked through from the collar when you lay on your stomach (why you didn't wear a bra?!). Or your ass, cupped perfectly by those red panties.
He swore he didn't see that.
"Sure. It's a shame, I didn't bring my pajamas. Especially the 'one' that you gave me," you said to him, ignoring Kento, who was trying his best to stay calm around you.
"Yes…" he replied shortly, didn't want to continue the conversation with you.
'Breathe, Kento. You can do this,' he told himself in his head, again and again.
Only for you to suddenly lifted the blanket, almost exposing his bulge, and laid your head on his broad chest while your arms wrapped around his neck.
He didn't know, where he should put his hands when you positioned yourself like that on him.
Should he put it on your ass?
And why did he think of your ass—again?!
"You know? I read all of the facilities in this hotel, and they provide a complimentary pilates class!"
His face was red from the heat. Whether it was embarrassment, or it was his lust peeking through. Especially with your knee, resting purposefully between his thighs and pressing against his bulge.
As if you didn't notice his hardened cock.
And it frustrated him to its core. He was pretty sure you were doing this all on purpose, but he couldn't prove it at all.
"Let's go there tomorrow, shall we?"
His hypothesis was correct.
The sex didn't happen at all that night.
Plus, he had to sleep with you on top on him, with a hardened dick.
He managed to survive the night.
With a thousand of mantras of 'breathe, Kento. You can do this,' and a strong mind, he survived the first night.
He also managed to survive the pilates class, barely.
He didn't know what was on your mind to wear a sport bra and tight leggings for this class.
Fortunately, it was a private class, that the only ones who could see you in that were him and the instructor—who was dressed similarly to you.
But… since when did you have that kind of clothing? He remembered you had asked him about gym's membership, but he didn't expect you had signed up for one.
When he asked you about it, you said that you paid for a gym membership since a month ago. And you saw how the girls wear cute gym wears, so you started to imitate them.
He couldn't focus during the class since he couldn't take his eyes off of you. The way you eagerly follow the instructor, or the way you still struggled, yet you still tried your best to follow until the end, it was amusing for him.
But the moment they planned to use the swimming pool, Kento was 100% sure all you did was to tease him.
Because what's up with your clothing?!
No, Kento wasn't an old guy. He understood fashion senses. There's nothing wrong with a woman (as gorgeous as you, mind you) wearing a bikini or a swimwear to a swimming pool.
But he swore you purposefully took him to do activities that required… more exposure on your clothing. And your usual choices of clothing were not as exposed as this.
"What do you think, Kento?" you asked cheerfully, while you showed him your newest swimwear. It was a one piece halter neck in electric blue. But there was a hole in front of the pieces, exposing your cleavage to him. The back part, even worse. It was backless, exposing your bare, smooth back.
You were magnificent in it. But what if the others saw you—and worse, were enticed by you?!
And he almost exposed himself once again—if not for the cold water calming him down.
It was a trap for him, from you.
A punishment for his dumb act for purposefully ignoring you for a whole month.
It was only the second day (could you call it the second day if the 'punishment' started last night?), but it drove him crazy.
He was glad, he had his own principles (it was the stress talking). But you couldn't tease him forever like this, right? He didn't even tease you when avoiding sex from you before, so why he should experience this?
Again, he blamed it on his dumb act of not talking it out with you over a small matter. And making you questioned yourself so much that you had to said those things to him! Even worse, to doubt him!
But there's no point crying over split milk.
He would try his best to follow your rhythm first. Then after you gave him a sign…
That was his time to love you—so hard— that you didn't have the energy to tease him back like this.
It was hilarious to see Kento acting all flustered while trying his best to stay calm in front of you.
You noticed the flicker of his gaze to your chest, or your ass, as you moved around with the outfit you had brought for the staycation. It worked too well this time.
He was still as gentle as ever, but after you realized he was down bad for you, you started on picking up on all his subtle reactions.
And, after the whole day of enjoying the hotel and its facility (thanks to Kento), you had decided that it was enough teasing him.
At least, he got to taste his own medicine for a single day, and based on his reactions alone, you didn't think he would survive for a whole month just like you did.
After dinner at the restaurant, he was sulking. He just followed through when you told him to take a shower first, while you were preparing a surprise for him by sneaking the lingerie you had brought previously out from the luggage. You were fortunate, although you and Kento only brought a single suitcase, your clothes were separated from him. Hence you put the lingerie at the bottom so he wouldn't find out.
The moment he finished (which was quick) , it was your turn to take a shower.
You made sure the window connected to the living room was closed so he couldn't see you showering.
"I want to have my own privacy. Don't open the shoji," you reminded him. He just nodded.
The shoji was located in the living room, not inside the bathroom. So, actually… Kento had the power to open it if he want to. But… of course. If he opened it, then you wouldn't let him touch you.
Of course you wouldn't tell him anything.
You tried to enjoy your time inside of the bathroom. You even scrubbed yourself, and took your time soaking in the warm water.
It was a sense of comfort you needed before facing him later.
And Kento actually kept his promise. He didn't open the shoji for once, which was expected but still fascinating considered you teased him a lot that day. You wondered what he was doing while you were showering to make him stayed calm.
After you finished and put lotion all over your skin, you finally wore the lingerie, before covered it with the bathrobe.
You stepped out of the bathroom after finished taking shower and found Kento in the living room, sitting on the sofa and reading his book.
Probably one of the books he had bought since long ago yet he hadn't got the chance to finally read it. He was in his pajamas this time, ready to go sleep.
He was so absorbed that he didn't even notice you walking closer towards him.
"What are you reading, dear?" You asked him while standing in front of him. He stopped reading and looked up at you. He explained the book to you, although his explanations just flew over your head.
"You should read it too. I think you will like it," he continued, although he stared at you in confuse. Your name slipped out his mouth. Yet, you just stared back at him.
"Kento. Can I sit close to you?" You asked him, changing the conversation abruptly.
"Of course. Why… not?"
He panicked the moment you chose to sit on his lap, straddling him instead of sitting next to him. He quickly put his book on the sofa, with his other hand hovered around you, not sure where to put his hand on yours. Especially you almost sit after he let you and had not finish his sentence yet.
You simply put your hand on his shoulder, tried to stabilize yourself on the top of him. The other hand slipped behind the collar of his pajamas, then touching his nape lightly.
"Kento… how was it, hm?"
"What?"
"How does it feel, having your needs completely ignored?" You asked him casually, while your hand went lower to his pajamas buttons, and started to unbutton it, one by one in a very slow pace. Your gaze was still focused on his face.
The expression he made was… amusing to be told. He tried to hold his breath, while looking at you nervously. His hand—mind you—still hovered, afraid to touch you. As if he gave in to his desire, you might pulled yourself away from him.
When he still held his breath, you gripped his chin, and pulled it closer towards you.
"Breathe in, love," and that was the moment he tried to breathe, although it fell short.
"I… I regret it… so much, dear. I wouldn't survive just like you did…" you tilted your head, pretending to be confuse at his statement.
"Won't survive? You underestimate yourself. I know you can do it longer than me. Perhaps… Two months? Or even three? That's a whole quarter, dear," you said, with your hands finally reached the last button, and his shirt was finally unbuttoned.
"No… I can't…"
"You know what's cruel about you? You still act lovingly, but you denied me. Is it fun playing around with me?"
"No! I suffered from my actions too… you know?"
For a whole month, he had to restrain himself to not touch you. Yet he still had to receive this punishment from you.
"No. I don't know. Because you rather keep it to yourself instead of talking to me. And it's over something so silly."
"Yes, and it was my fault for acting like that… I'm sorry…"
He could feel you shifted on his thigh, before moving closer towards him. It was a dangerous position for him, because right now, instead of sitting on his thighs, you were being way too close to his crotch area.
"Apologies accepted. For now. You had learned your lesson."
"So… Can finally I touch you, love?" He asked, barely whispering against your ears. His breath was ragged, yet he was still strong minded enough not to immediately touch you before your permission.
Which was impressive for you. You didn't tell him not to touch you, yet he insisted in doing so. It was endearing, perhaps.
So, while Kento acted like that, it might be fun to take advantage of it.
"How much do you want to touch me?" you murmured, you tilted your head while you faced him. Your hands reach to the back of his hair, trying to grip it. "Beg for it."
He took a deep breath, before finally yielded.
"Please… I need to touch you. Let me be your man and love you the way you deserve it," he said, his voice was low and rough from desperation.
"And… how? What kind of love do I deserve?"
He looked straight to your eyes, serious at your question.
"How am I supposed to show it to you if you won't let me?"
You chuckled at his question. You had decided enough was enough. The moment your arms wrapped around his neck and gripped his nape tightly, that was the moment you gave in to him.
Under the dimmed lights of the living room, accompanied by the moonlight, you smiled brightly at him.
And he swore, he just saw an angel smiling at him.
His angel. As your sweet voice enchanted him, you whispered close enough against his lips.
"Then, show me… Love."
It was his last strand of will, when you finally let him had his way.
As his lips finally met yours, his hand which were hovering at first finally rested nicely around the lower of your spine, pulling you closer against him. The upper part of your body, covered by the bathrobe pressed against his bare torso, he could feel the soft texture of it, as his kiss went deeper and deeper.
He was starving of you. And you couldn't get enough of him. You started to kneel and pushed him to rest his back on the couch. He didn't stay silent as he pulled you in to devour you in this position.
His hands wouldn't rest as he roamed around your body, feeling you from the outside of the bathrobe.
One of it landed on your ass, finally able to squeeze it after you teased him all day. You shrieked as you felt his hand on it, while he held you in place with his other hand.
When he finally think it's enough to claim your mouth, his kisses went to other parts of your face besides your lips. He gave you a peppery kiss around your cheeks, moved to your nose, eyes, eyebrows, before finally landed on your forehead.
You giggled at his kisses. It was too ticklish for you, but you love it whenever he did that. Your hand moved to cup both of his cheeks, squeezing it eagerly.
"Does anyone ever told you how adorable you are, Kento?"
The question caught Kento off guard, since he never heard the word adorable and his name in one sentence. He shook his head.
"Not really…"
"But you are right now. You look like a puppy finally gained his treat!"
One of his eyebrow raised at the unusual comparison. "Really? You tried to compare me to a puppy, dear?"
"Why not?"
He chuckled at your remarks. Then in a moment, his hands gripped your thighs tightly as he adjusted his position, before he stood up with you within his arms.
"Can a puppy do this then?" he asked casually as he walked his way to the bedroom.
As much as he wanted to do it, you deserved a more comfortable space rather than a couch. You two hadn't try to do it yet on there, since the first night the both of you didn't have enough patience to begin with.
While he was walking, he didn't forget to give you some kisses to the side your neck, where it didn't get covered by the bathrobe.
"Now you're just showing off your power to me."
"Can't a husband shows off in front of his wife?"
He finally laid you down on the bed. He didn't notice at first, but when you got carried by Kento to the bed, you untied the belt until it was loose enough for the lingerie to peak through.
Luckily for you, he didn't seem to notice your faint action.
His reactions didn't disappoint, by the way. By the time he noticed you wore something beneath the robe, he was stunned and all of his actions stopped. His hand automatically reached the belt, tried to take it off you. Yet, before he started, he looked up at you with these eyes… afraid to see what's beneath it.
He didn't understand why he should be afraid. He had sex with you several times since you got married. He saw you naked, or with lingerie, several times.
Maybe, he wasn't afraid of you.
He was afraid at himself, afraid if he would lose his composure at the thought of you.
Hell, he could feel his hand trembled at the thought of it.
"May I?" he finally let out a noise, almost got choked by his own breath.
It was endearing, for you. You had already untied it for him. Of course it was fine for him to finally open the robe.
Maybe, this was one of the reason you loved Kento.
"Sure, love. After all, you deserved it."
Even with your permission, he was still afraid. But he quickly braced himself and moved his hands to peel away the robe.
Beneath the thick dark colored bathrobe, a white colored lingerie finally got exposed to his eyes. Compared to the bold colors you had wore before, the white seemed very soft on you, especially with the lace and frill details around the lingerie.
It was different from your usual lingerie. You were confident in bright, bold colors, and Kento did admit, it looks gorgeous on you.
But this? You looked angelic. A goddess.
Kento had no idea how you managed to make the lingerie that beautiful on you.
Noticing the silence from Kento, you gently asked him a question. "How was it, Kento?" You asked, although there was a slight tint of worry beneath your tone.
Well, you planned to use something different to tease him at first. So you chose white as your final choice. And the details looked a bit different from your usual taste, although you were unsure with the frills. But the shopkeeper recommended this and kept saying that it was a best seller among the couples.
You almost believe that it was a scam, before Kento let out his thoughts.
"I… love it," he hitched. "You look so—so beautiful in it, love."
And he landed a kiss on your lips once more.
It felt raw with his desire as his hand searched for yours, before finally linked all of his fingers to yours. And it slowly, yet sure, his kisses went down on your chin, slowly making its way to your chest, still barely covered.
He bit to the upper part of your right breast lightly, as if he was asking permission to bite you more. When you didn't avoid his kisses and let out a ragged moan, he decided to continue and bit into it harder.
"Ken—Kento!" you gasped his name, as he finally made his first mark on you. He made sure it was around your chest only, so you didn't scold him for making the marks high enough and hard to cover.
Now, he was faced with a dilemma.
He wanted to play with what's beneath this lingerie—your breasts—but at the same time, he didn't want to take it off and want to admire you being penetrated with this lingerie (at least, the upper part of it)
He let go of you for a second and quickly shrugged his pajamas off, exposing his toned body before helping to take off your bathrobe. You sighed in relief as the bathrobe finally off of you. The linen beneath you was soft to the touch, it was a contrast with his rough hands.
The hands which skipped the upper part of the lingerie, and slid immediately to the lower part of it.
He took a second to admire you once again, and he slid off the panties down.
"As much as I want to see you in this, I need to take it off of you."
He threw it somewhere else, and then he held your knees, trying to adjust his position.
"I said before that I want to show you, how are you supposed to be love. And I want to try something new today," he murmured, his eyes looking at you in hope, while you looked at him in confusion. He didn't talk much, but he continued to move, until his head were down between your thighs.
You leaned on your elbows as you stared at him with shock.
"No.. no! It's dirty, Kento!" you panicked, one of your hand reached to his hair, gripped it tight, trying to prevent him from going lower to your pussy. An old memory flashed quickly within a second. An old scar, a humiliation from a certain someone who you prefer to forget.
It made you suddenly remember of the harsh words thrown at you.
He freezed when that sentence came out from your mouth. Then he looked straight to you from his current position. He could see you were panicked, and your body tensed the moment he planned to go down there.
He didn't look at you judgingly, instead concern was painted upon his face. He adjusted his position, so he was facing you directly, his eyes were gentle as he tried to calm you down.
"There is not a single part of you that is dirty to me, love," he tried to reassure you. His hands were rested around your hips, but he quickly gave you a circling rub with his thumb, hoping that the little motion would calm you a bit.
"Can I show you that? If it gets too overwhelming and you want me to stop, I'll stop."
It took a little bit of time to decide, and you shyly nodded at him.
"But if you can't do it anymore, don't force it too, Kento…"
He smiled at your reminder.
Now, he tried to take a different approach compared to the start. Instead of went almost immediately, he took his time with you.
He pushed your legs wide and held you in place. He kept his gaze on you, as he planted a kiss on your knee.
A slow, agonizing one.
Tried to build an anticipation from you, his kisses went lower to your thighs, making its way to the inner thigh of yours.
He didn't take his eyes off yours, constantly giving you an assured smile.
Finally, his face was in front of your pussy, breathing heavily close to it.
His warm breath hit your pussy, it sent a shive to your spine.
"Here I go, love," he gave you his final reassurance before he parted your folds, and planted a kiss on it.
You flinched almost immediately, if not for Kento who was holding you. It was just a kiss, but it overwhelmed your senses almost instantly.
Yet, Kento decided to continue. While holding you tight to keep your thighs open, he planted a few kisses around your folds several times, hoping it would make you adjusted with the sensation first. After you calmed down, he started to use his tongue to play around your pussy.
He flicked his tongue right to your clit.
"Ken—Kento! It tickles!" you squealed in shock at the new sensation. But you could feel yourself getting wet from it. You couldn't help but moan at the sensation.
Oh no. It felt too good.
Even worse when he decided to push his tongue through your hole. You almost screamed if not for your hand quickly covered your own mouth. Tears were building up at the outer of your eyes, waiting for its time to fall.
It was something new for you, and it felt overwhelming for you. In a good way. In a way you never felt before.
When you starting to feel good and keep holding back your moan, he stopped his movement.
"Don't cover your mouth… I want to hear you," he murmured, his lips glistening with your slick, looking all messy while his eyes lost focus.
Oh no. He was down bad for you. The way you broke down at his touch pleased him. It made him more eager to eat you.
So, he became more hasty in his movement as he ate you out and fucked you using his tongue.
And the movement made you cry you moan out. The sound of him constantly slurped you was the only thing that competed with your moans.
As your body went rigid and he noticed the signs, he quickened his pace instead. The fucking became messier, and his grip tightened to hold you down.
You just cried at how good it felt until you came from his ministration.
The intensity of your climax hit him almost instantly, it covered his face beautifully, especially around his mouth and chin.
Your chest heaved, body shivered from your come and your face covered with tears.
It just all new to you, and too overwhelming for your sense.
But you didn't get your rest, because you didn't even realize that Kento was already took his pants off, finally exposing his hardened dick towards you. It stood proudly in front of you.
While you took your time to calm yourself down, he wiped the slick off his face and reached to the side desk for the foil of condom without breaking the eye contact off you. As he ripped the packaging using his teeth, he slowly slid the condom down his length with ease.
He had been holding on for too long. And as much as he wanted to keep calm, he couldn't at all.
As he repositioned himself in between you, he lowered his lips to yours, kissing you once again. You could even taste yourself from him, and it wasn't as intimidating as you thought it would be.
Then slowly, but sure, he slid his dick inside of your wet hole, pushing it through. You gasped at the sensation, but you let him to do so. He didn't put it entirely, only half of it. He marveled at how his dick entering yours in ease.
As if the both of you were made for each other.
He put his hands under your knees to push it even further. Your legs finally folded in this 'M' shape, as he held you to stay in your place.
Unlike the time he ate you out, this time, he didn't give you a single announcement before he finally pulled back, and pushed it back fully inside of yours.
You squealed at the sensation, yet you couldn't do anything but to accept it since he held you firmly in your place.
You let him, of course.
After all, you wanted him too.
The pace was agonizingly slow. Although it was different than before.
As if… He took his time so your core could remember the shape of his length well. Yet the slow friction killed you slowly, especially with how you were unable to move under his mercy. Your recent orgasm still affected you, but you also needed him to go faster than this!
Meanwhile, Kento just groaned while enjoying the familiar feeling whenever he was inside of you.
You finally whined at him. "Kento… faster…" you ordered him to.
And he loves you, way too much to ignore a simple wish from his dear wife.
So he listened, as he quickened his pace and finally fucked you the way you deserved it.
Your body shook from the impact of him fucking you. You couldn't help but to cry yourself. You were just there to accept his love.
Your moans turned him on even more. Hell. It was even better compared to the time he was drunk.
No wonder the drunk him could go for several rounds without a stop. Especially when you cried his name out.
"Ken—Kento! Hah! It's too good!" you screamed, tears stained your face once again from his impact. Your hands tried to reach out to him, to pull him closer to you, but he ignored your hands. Instead, he gripped your wrists tightly, as he used your hands for his leverage to fuck you harder that the only thing you do was screaming.
"You're so beautiful for me.. Love," he grunted, while keeping his pace fast. The look of you shook from his impact, while wearing the lingerie turned him on even more.
It was the right choice to keep that bra on you while he fucked you nicely.
Realizing the familiar warmth, blooming deep within your core, you had realized that you almost came. You quickly tried to remind him.
"Ken—hah! Kento! I'm almost!" you squealed, unable to form a proper sentences out of your mouth. But realizing you almost came—twice—he slowed down just a bit, only to pushed back inside of you with a firm push, then slowly pulled it back until the tip was almost out, and he pushed hard once again.
The movement was repetitive, but it affected you badly. Your body shivered from the impact, as a wave of climax finally came to both of you.
After a while, Kento pulled himself out of you.
He slid the condom off him and tied it before threw it right to the thrash can.
You thought he was finally finished, as you laid lazily on the bed, tried to catch your breath.
But then, he pulled another foil of condom and slid it on his length once again. You stared at him in confusion.
"… Kento?" you called his name, while he helped you to sit for a second, but then, he pulled you on the top of his lap to straddle him. His already hardened length was in between you two, you could feel how hard it was.
"We still have a lot of condoms left, so…"
He gripped your hips to lift you up, before slowly pushing his length inside of your pussy once more. The current position made his dick went deeper inside of you, especially the only way for you to sit, was when your pussy could swallow his dick as a whole. You held back a moan, while starred at Kento with disbelief.
"Let's finish it all up, love."
The rest of the night became a history.
The next morning…
"I hate it when you went all out, Kento…"
"Hm… That wasn't the impression I got when you were screaming all night because of me."
"… You're surprisingly a menace."
"But you're enjoying it, right?"
"… Yes."
"Good."
If someone were to blame for his vigor to do it all night...
It was yourself to blame.
xia's anecdote: so... the reason why in this fic, nanami make a big deal on the noise etiquette is mainly bc it's a serious matter in japan? it's kinda mixed really. from what i read, some are too strict that it could involve police (although not little of the case also involved racism), and some just keep it to their own (it's a whole spectrum lol). not only that, but 'some' of the make a big deal of things they deemed as 'pollution'.
there's like someone who cooked food from their country (it had stronger seasoning compared to japanese cooking hence the stronger smell) and it also received a complaint from the neighbor that involved police :')
like i love the country but that's insane, rlly.
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The night was a blur. You sat perched up on the bar stool drinking your life away, waving at the bartender for another round. The taste of alcohol burned your throat, drowning out the throbbing in your temple. The cause of your so-called headache; Namami Kento. More specifically, your boss.
As his secretary you were required to be with him at every moment at work. Whether it was at meetings, trips, or even coffee breaks. Well, at least he made it clear. You rarely ever got a break.
At first that didn’t bother you.
Who wouldn’t want to be with an insanely attractive man everyday. His polished suit shirts that always fit him so nicely. His slicked back blonde hair that only added to his composed look. Everyone adored him. The women at work rarely hid their ogling as we walked past. Taking a glance from their computer screens. And I admit I would be the same, if I didn’t know him the way I do now. More specifically, if he hadn’t opened his mouth.
The more you got to know Nanami, the more you began to despise him. His arrogance, his need to be perfect. You hated most when he would correct you on something, and act like it was common knowledge. The grin he wore on his face when he noticed your mistakes. Or when he would purposefully send you on meetings in his place because he simply didn’t want to go. While you sat in the meeting room explaining to the business person across from you that Mr Nanami was ‘sick’.
Yeah you hated it.
But on the outside you were composed, smart and quiet. You knew any display of emotion would only cause him to retaliate.
No one got under your skin the way Nanami did. And he loved it. You could tell by the way he smirked when you faltered or did something wrong. He was obsessed with unveiling and ruining so called “Ms perfect”.
His antics clearly worked well when you found yourself in the bar at 9:00pm on a work night. Your eyes began to flutter as you tried to stay awake. Your mind ran back to the blonde haired man you would be seeing tommorow morning. The throbbing in your head returning and sharper. His presence and everything about him irritated you, even the thought of thinking about him made you feel repulsed. Yet, here you are, drinking your life away, why? Because of that man.
“Didn’t think I’d find you here” that familiar low voice spoke from behind you. You didn’t need to even turn around to see who it was. Instead you let out a low groan, one: from your migraine and two: from the man who was now occupying your space.
“Are you drunk?” Spinning your stool to face him, his crystal blue eyes inspecting you up and down. Your dark eyes only stared back at him, you could feel his body heat from the close proximity. His eyes lingering a little to long at your pleated skirt that rid up from the sudden movement.
“I’m taking you home”
-
The car ride was quiet apart from the low humming of Nanami’s voice, which was surprisingly calming and you could feel your body start to relax.
Leaning your temple against the window, you shut your eyes for a moment, feeling the vibrations of the car.
Being in your bosses car was the last thing you needed, but surprisingly you felt almost relaxed in a way.
You heard the sound of the car door open, followed by strong arms that lifted you out of the car. Your head laid softly on his chest. As much as you wanted to push him away, you couldn’t. Dozing off in his arms, you listening to the soft tapping of shoes against the floor.
Unlocking the door to your apartment he laid you down on your couch. Your half lidded eyes looked up at Nanami who was crouching down next to you. Your face felt the sudden contact of his hand on your face, lightly brushing a strand of hair behind your ear. His palm residing on your cheek for a moment, his thumb brushing your lower lip.
“Nana-“
Your sleep filled voice tried to say something before Nanami cut you off.
“Sleep well sweetheart” his soft words echoed in your mind for longer than necessary.
And as much as you disliked it, that did help you sleep. You felt his hand leave your face first, then the sound of footsteps getting further away. You weren’t used to this side of Namami. He seemed more… gentle, and caring almost. You tried not to think about it too deeply, he had simply dropped you home.
The sound of the door closing hurt almost as much as the warmth which had now left. Your mind ran to your interaction with Nanami today that seemed almost too unprofessional. You needed to make sure nothing like that happened ever again.
Synopsis: You recall the day you had to your very sleepy husband Nanami Kento
Nanami loved the feeling you gave him. He loved how whenever he came home from his work that you were always there, always ready to share whatever details you had about your day and how many curses you excersised, he loved how you always seemed to know exactly what he wanted,
If he wanted a hug you knew, if he wanted a kiss you knew, if he wanted to lay of your chest and have you rub his hair you knew, if he wanted a nice bath ran for him after a tiresome day at work, you knew(you always joined him though), you just understood him so much, and he loved you for it.
So that's why right now, you had him snug against your chest as you recalled the day you had to him, your hand in his hair as you softly combed your fingers through it.
"Yes, can you believe he ATE the finger Nemi, I couldn't believe it when I saw it, and then Gojo cam-" you were disturbed by the sound of Nanami's grumble from his place on your chest,
"He ate...the finger?" The man asked in disbelief, the hand that was rubbing your stomach now coming to a slow halt. But his question was met with a playful eye roll and a sarcastic response,
"Yes Nanami, the boy ate the finger, keep up" Your husband just shook his head at your words, his body too tired to even muster up with anything more to say,
"So yeah, then Goji appears out of nowhere and….”
As you continued on with your story, Nanami began to wonder how he got such a wife, he didn't know. But hey, it's not like he's complaining though.
Synopsis: your therapist Nanami has remained professional despite your irresistible charms for far too long…
Pairing: Nanamixreader
Content MDNI: therapist! Nanami, patient! Reader, slowburn, HEAVY NSFW, fingering, oral (fem+male), slight degrading, Nanami is sexually frustrated, Nanami is down bad, FULL NELSON, doggystyle, cervix smooching
S/N: Decided to post my drafts a bit, enjoy!
Nanami Kento was a prestigious therapist at his job. A perfect professional. He had helped you in every way that mattered to you, mental health, dating, emotional support. Despite his rigid and tone def demeanors he’s practically been your only consistent factor these days. He’s always had your back even when you felt you didn’t want to be here anymore. His favorite words were “think about the future, not the present, there’s still parts of the world and life you haven’t discovered yet.” Through every twist and turn he’s remained professional. But you couldn’t help but begin to see him different over time. Well. Let’s just say even from the beginning. He was always sharply dressed. Perfectly pressed button down office shirts and ties that were always white or blue or both. Perfectly combed and cut blonde hair that he kept neatly slicked back, not a hair out of place. Those strong shoulders and thick bicep muscles, and large firm hands that held his notebook and pencil, would make you bite your lip as you watched absently.
It wasn’t long before you’d let your mind start to wander. He was so kind. And professional, you wondered if he’d ever crossed those lines and confused himself for you. And in your last session, there was tension. Something odd that you simply couldn’t explain. Maybe it was the way he adjusted his tie everytime you hit your bottom lip, or maybe it was the way he watched the way you’d press your thighs together everytime he moved his grip on his notepad. But either way. You felt it. And although there was nothing sexual about the context of your conversation, there was surely something up spoken between you two. And there blossomed curiosity. You began to wonder what he sounded like when he moaned. What he looked like with his face etched in pleasure. Or what his hands would feel like digging into your soft thighs. You wondered if he, felt it to. This weeks session was different. The air. Was thicker.
“Good morning y/n how are you feeling today? Could you describe your mood to me on a scale of 1-10? 1 being a really bad day and 10 being the best day?” It was protococal. He’d been your therapist once a week for 6 months now. And he always asked the same question to start your sessions. Although it frustrated you at times, and you wanted to just get to the point, you knew, the question was still…relevant.
“About an 8”
He tapped his pen over his notepad with his legs crossed in those biege slacks he rotated in occasionally. “An 8. Why an 8 and not a 10 so early into your morning?”
You twirled your fingers in a strand of your hair before your face burned noticing the veins in his hands from writting (earlier probably)
“Um well…I-I haven’t been sleeping well, I’ve been up all night…”
He nods looking directly at you and listening intently. And for a moment his eyes flick down toward your hands curling nervously under the hem of your skirt, then immediately meets your eyes again. It was so fast you could’ve missed it, but you didn’t, you never did.
“What’s been on your mind?”
You gulped hard.
“Well…it’s not that big of a deal”
He shifts and leans back into his arm chair, legs still folded.
“It must be something significant if it’s keeping you up at night”
He taps his pen over his notepad while you sat there contemplating whether or not to tell the truth. Because the truth is? It was him keeping up late at night. The way he always knew exactly what to say, those rough knuckles that looked like the swords on them had aged and left scars from fights in the past. You cleared your throat. You know the only option was to tell the truth.
“I’ve been curious about…masterbation”
Nanami doesn’t move. But his face said everything. And he wasn’t one to be very expressive with his face. His typically relaxed and half lidded eyes were wide. You could actually see the hazel in his eyes. He held his breath for a moments before clearing his throat. His finger twitched over the pen in his hand.
“Yes. If that’s what you want to discuss. But just know. It’s not my profession. I’ll help you as best that I can.”
Your face was burning like you’d been sitting in summer heat all day. You barely held his gaze enough though his eyes never left yours.
“Is there a reason you want to talk about this? The interest is abnormal for you…”
“Um…not really…I just don’t have much experience with it…independently”
He nods and adjusts his tie. And even from where you were sitting, you could see his eartips turn pink.
“I see. I’ll do my best to help you. Tell me. What do you want to know about masterbation?”
“Well…I’ve done it before…but I want it to feel good…my friend tried it, she says she enjoys it and it helps you relax, but…I haven’t found enjoyment in it…or relief.”
Nanami’s eyes search yours as if he’s searching for a lie, like you asking him this was unbelievable. It was one of two things or both. That you weren’t typically shifting conversations to anything sexual, let alone expressing your own participation in it. Or the fact that Nanami Kento wasn’t particularly active himself. Immersing himself with work kept him too busy to think about things like, sex, or self pleasure. He cleared his throat gently.
“First, y/n, you want to make sure that you’re doing this for the right reasons, I’m your therapist, and I care about your well being. Make sure that you doing this is not to release stress hormones, that can increase the likelihood of an addiction. And when you’re stressed is when you’re the most likely to get attached to any available coping skill available.”
You rolled your eyes.
“I know…”
He nodded. “Okay. Well…have you tried, using your imagination? Having a picture or a voice in mind?”
You nodded slowly with your cheeks burning. Somehow. You could feel it, that he knew, that he was what you imagined.
“Okay then. Have you tried using two fingers? Instead of one?”
You shook your head no. Exhaling deeply and looking him in the eyes. His expression was always neutral, stern. He nods again.
“Try that. And…try curling your fingers upward. Not straight. Straight will start arousal. But curling your fingers is where you’ll find…your g-spot”
“And where is that?”
He exhales softly as his eartips turn a darker shade of pink.
“It’s at the front of your womb. Just upward. If you push against it, you’ll achieve an orgasm”
Your lips part in awe. The way he knew so much about a woman’s body, a woman’s pleasure
You fidgeted with the sleeve of your blouse and gulped.
“Okay. I’ll try it.”
He nods.
“If you like to discuss the after affects and self-care, I’m happy to help”
You nodded slowly before shifting the conversation.
“There’s been something else on my mind…Mr. kento”
Nanami’s eyebrows rose, two surprises in one session. They probably made Nanami’s entire week.
“Go on, tell me what on your mind?”
“Honestly…today would’ve been a 10…if I knew how you felt about me…”
Oh. Kento’s eyes widened, he cleared his throat and adjusted his tie. A nervous habit.
“Y/n, I’m sorry but I cannot cross my professional boundaries as your therapist. Please ensure to keep the context of the conversation around you and how I can best support you at this time.”
You pouted. Of course, he’d never risk his job over a connection that could be casual. You continued your session expressing concerns with work and your nighttime routine. But deep down inside your feelings never changed, and you weren’t giving up there. For weeks you began showing up to his sessions, in tiny skirts. Sinful ones, that barely covered your ass and lace panties peaking from underneath, and upur therapist is professional of course, even when you began offering to help him make his coffee during sessions, and bending over to pick up trash in those skirts. You’d caught him choking once or twice. But you never pushed too hard, and he respected women too much to demand you put on some clothes. So he allowed himself to be tortured. Until your next session arrived. You were in another tiny skirt, heels, a button down blouse that you left unbuttoned just enough to reveal cleavage and red lips. And during your session, minute by minute you watched him slowly break. Biting his pin so hard it broke, sweat at his temple, the light pink flush of his cheeks. He wrote in his notes but he couldn’t hide the heat flash that shot a wave through him.
You sipped coffee from a mug. He was kind enough to offer you a mug this time, instead of you just making his. Your red lips left a stain on the rim. But as subtle as it was Nanami was licking his lips absently. When you sat down your mug on the central coffee table, you leaned back into your seat, legs crossed your tiny skirt riding up your perfect thighs. He’s tried to deny himself by this point, but after this being close to the 10th time he’s seen you in an obscene skirt, it’s been easier and easier to catch him staring.
“How are you feeling today? On a scale 1-10? 1 being the worst. 10 being the best”
“A 10”
After what he taught you last week? Yeah. A ten.
Nanami leans forward in his chair, pen and notepad ready.
“Excellent. Tell me, what’s gotten your day off to such a great start?”
“Um…well I…I did the thing we talked about in our last session…”
“Mhm”
“It was…incredible”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed a soft pink. He hadn’t realized what you’d meant by what you talked about last time because during your sessions you typically cover a lot of ground, so it slipped his mind for moment until you’d said it was incredible. but oh. That.
He cleared his throat.
“That’s good, I remember that I did tell you if you wanted to follow up about that…that I um….I was willing to do that…”
“Because I thought of you.”
Nanami’s cheeks flushed. Him? Your boring therapist? He couldn’t believe his ears. There was a long stretch of silence.
“It’s um. it’s hot in here.”
You looked around his office. You knew there was central air in the entire facility.
“It’s cool in here for me”
You spread your legs subtle but well enough for him to see the panties you were wearing.
“You’re sure you’re not coming down with a fever Mr.kento?”
Cleared his throat and undid his tie almost frustrated and rubbed his mouth.
“Black lace”
You stiffened for a moment, almost unsure you heard what you’d heard.
“What?”
“Your panties. Their black lace. You’ve worn them before. Their my favorite pair”
Your chest felt like a bomb went off. Your face burned. But Nanami sat up in his seat across from you. The broad daylight beaming through the floor to ceiling windows in his office.
“And I don’t stop you. When you flash them. Because I yearn to see them one more time. Just incase, they’re a different color.” He groans behind his lips and pants through parted lips and flushed cheeks. “Let me see. One more time”
You stared at him in shock lips parted like you couldn’t believe what he was saying. But then he stood, towering over you. Tall broad and eager. “Please”
You nodded and spread your thighs slowly. He dropped to his knees looking at your wide legs like he’s found a rare diamond worth millions and. Burried his face between your thighs like he was a wild animal let loose. He hummed and let his warm wet tongue dragged over your lace covered cunt over and over until it was soaked and cool air hit making you get chills. he sucked your clit through lace groaning like a farel beast and moved your Panties to the side before licking and sucking away like a starved caveman. “Mmm, fuck, you have no idea, ngh—, how long I’ve wanted to, ugh, taste you”
His words muffled against your slick and drool covered cunt. He dragged the flat his tongue from the bottom of your folds to the tip of your clit in one long stripe before slurping up your clit and gripping your thighs. Every pleasured sound from you only made him bolder. Your thighs trembled with pleasure. He smacked his lips and groaned before slurping your clit again. He sucked your pussy until you were crying and creaming on his tongue, and then? He folded your legs hard to your chest and began pumping his girth between your slurp swollen folds, slick with your syrupy fluids. He pushed his needy cock so hard up your pussy your stomach buldged as you trembled and whimpered with each thrust that sent you bouncing hard.
“Fuck you look so damn pretty taking me”
He growled out, thrusting fractionally and tenderizing your g-spot. He squeezed your thighs hard as he railed you completely dumb and dizzy.
He popped his cock from your juicy folds and lifted you by the back of your head until you were sitting upright. His massive cock was right in your face pre-cum leaking over the tip mixed with your slick.
“Don’t get shy on me now y/n”
You bravely spit on his steel rod and stroked his girth.
“God yes.”
He mumbled out. Every roll of your hands sending jolts through him. He groaned letting your work your magic. You watched him pulse and twitch in your tight stroking grasp with parted lips like you wanted more.
“Go on…”
You leaned in rubbing the flat of your tongue over just the tip and making him shiver. Testing. Teasing. And then wrapping your lips around the fullness of his cock, stretching your lips. He hummed in satisfaction watching your mouth full of him like you had a foot in your mouth. He let you adjust for a moment, letting your droll drip around his veiny shaft before thrusting slowly.
“Ugh—, that’s it…”
He hummed out as your soft, wet lips pushed up and down his cock.
“So fucking naughty hmm? Torturing me in those little skirts?”
He gritted out sliding his hands in your hair and holding onto you before thrusting a bit harder. You let out a muffled sound.
“You don’t know what you do to a man y/n”
He groaned as you whimpered helplessly on the size of his cock.
“Turn around”
The command was simple, but you didn’t hesitate. You turned over on the sofa, hands curled into the cushions. He groaned a farel sound when he slid up your skirt until your black laced panties where revealed hiked up between your ass cheeks like thong. He squeezed your ass cheeks hard with eager groan and spreaded them before slowly lifting his cock back into you. Feeling him fill up your womb from this angle was overwhelming, you immediately moaned as he stretched you. He balled your skirt up in his fists and began slamming his cock into you.
“Risking my damn job to finally stuff you with my cock”
Your vision blurred, the pleasure uncharted as he burried every inch of his massive length into your tingling womb. Thrust after thrust sent you in a tizzy, you were no match for the way he pushed his cock so far up your womb he was kissing your cervix. Until he was filling you full of his cream like a jelly filled donut.
After your session. You could barely walk. You limped from his office. And once you’d gotten home after your drive, you saw a text from him. “When would you like to schedule our next session?”
Oh nanami the man that you are…more shortflix to come…
co-parenting with ex-fiance nanami who still loves you?
cw: fluff
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Sunday's were weird for you, its either you driving to your ex-fiances house to drop your guys' 5 year old daughter Hana off for the week or its waiting for him to drop her off at your apartment. You guys had a 50/50 custody agreement between you both. But Sundays hurt when you see the way that Nanami still looks at you and treats you like a fiance, when he reminds you to keep healthy and to enjoy yourself and assuring you that he's just one call away.
You knock on the door of his chic house, the door you used to come home to, the one Nanami and Hana would decorate for holidays, you hated looking at it. He opens the door and Hana quickly latches onto him.
''DADDY!!! LOOK WHAT I MADE'' she squeals and shoves the picture she made into his hands, three stick figures, you ,Nanami and her, holding hands like a complete family. His easy smile faltered, however after glancing down at you, he quickly regained his composure.
''Very good angel, its beautiful'' he says softly as she rushes into the living room to watch cartoons. Just as he turns to watch her go, the locket around his neck, the one that displays a photo of you and Hana catches beautifully in the light.
You sigh, running a hand through your hair, feeling the awkwardness after that encounter. ''What are you guys going to get up to?'' you say trying to make conversation.
''I may take her to build a bear, I know she really wants one'' ''Do you have any nice plans?' he asks gently ''Probably painting, i'm not sure yet'' he nods and then shifts his weight leaning on the door. ''Would you like to have some coffee? I just brewed a pot'' he says softly like he always did, the way he spoke to you never changed. You nod.
As you sat on his couch, you held the coffee mug in your hands noting how he always remembered the way you liked it. Your mouth speaks before your mind can process ''Are you seeing anyone?' you ask, kicking yourself with embarrassment as you did ''No, no i'm not'' he replies almost instantly. After a short moment he speaks ''Are you?'' he asks back and you shake your head.
You finished your coffee quickly after that and said goodbye to your daughter and then Nanami. Your drive home was unusual, you didnt have the radio on, you just sat there in silence as you thought of you and Nanami; remembering where it all went wrong. He was a workaholic, only realising when he had already passed the point of no return. One night after he forgot your daughters birthday party, you remember crying to him and begging him to take some time off that not only your daughter needed him but you needed him. Yet, it was too late
You get into your house and grab out some ingredients for a spaghetti dish you were making playing a random playlist on shuffle. The song 'the peace' plays on your phone. You thought it was a good song but as you're chopping vegetables the lyrics 'I don't smoke unless your smoking too, i just wanna keep the peace with you' play when it really hit you, Nanami and you would do everything together back in highschool, now you just do it all alone. You grab a glass of wine and have a drink. As you slowly forget what song you were listening to you danced around the kitchen, tipsy under the soft glow of the overhead light.
That night you decided to look through your old videos of you and Nanami, seeing a grainy video of back in highschool. You and him dancing to your favourite song, singing off key and loud with wine glasses in your hands. You smiled sadly and sent it to him, then you turned your phone off to go to sleep.
When you wake up you see a message from Nanami saying 'That's my favourite video of us.' You look at it as your heart thumps hard, he still thinks of you just as you think of him. He keeps the locket of you around his neck like you were dead, but you're in his reach. You always have been, and always will be.
Now its Sunday again and you go to pick up Hana, however you knew she wasn't there at the moment, she was at a playdate with Satoru's daughter. You knew Nanami would be there, alone and ring the doorbell.
''Hey i came to pick up Hana'' you say softly with a smile.
''She's not here, she's on a playdate'' he sounded confused, he looked so was sure it was in the shared calendar.
''Oh sorry, I forgot, it seems I was just so excited to see her after this week I can come back later if you'd like?'' you offer. ''No, you can stay...I mean I want you to stay' he says quickly, too quickly.
As you enter his house you're reminded again of how much he still holds you to his heart, pictures framed of you two, family portraits, your paintings he adored so much. You felt a heaviness in your heart as you sat down, he brings over the coffee and you smile weakly. 'thanks' you say.
Its awkward for a moment, just a moment though. He slowly speaks up. 'you got a haircut, it looks gorgeous', you face flushes a pink tone and you nod. 'yeah i did, i was sick of the really long hair' 'well i think you look beautiful either way'. You sip the coffee slowly, and like clockwork, you lay your legs on nanamis lap, like you used to and sigh. 'how work been?'. Hes still, slightly frozen up but he slowly strokes your leg just like he used to. 'its...its okay, ive taken more time off to be with hana more....i learned from my mistakes' you nod and revel quietly in the way his callous hand runs over your soft leg.
'do you ever think about us....being together again' you say and immediately he replies 'yes'. 'everyday, i look through my camera roll and find videos of when you would dance around the kitchen with a glass of wine, singing off key....id sit, smile and record...i miss it, i miss us'. You nod
'would you want to try it again?'
'of course i would' he says firmly.
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a/n- this took me so so long but Im back from my hiatus, i was slightly uninspired and felt like I wouldn't get anywhere with writing but here i am! i am really thankful for all the likes i got on my first Nanami series fic, this idea came to me and I thought, I HAVE TO WRITE THIS. but if anyone wants to request anything Im happy to write those <3
Also thank you to my bestie who proofread half of this!!
you recently got engaged to your high school sweetheart after 10 years, his excuse was you guys were too young. you quickly realized after that is further from the truth, on the night your engagement party some random chick crash the party confesses that they have been together for 4 years with photo proof of two of on dates and kissing. your heart sank did you have your doubts? yes but your never confronted him about it because you we're sacred. he started to defend himself spitting a bunch of lies, in moment it's like the brains cells came back to your mind, you got up and threw a juice to stop his excuses.
you walk out that venue without looking back.
3 months later, you decide to move to the city at first it was hard to adjust it was tast pace than your little town. you change yourselt apparently wise like change your hair to dark purple and got a few piercing, which you always wanted but sacred of how your ex-fiancé would react oh my your a dumb bitch, you currently working at bakery as the counter clerk it's calm and quiet you hardly have any bad customers amen, you rent out a room in a apartment complex and got roommates who were actually clean and nice.
then you see him Kento Nanami your childhood best friend entering the bakery, he left the town when he was 15, your body freeze he is walking closer. would he recognize you? I mean you did change a few. he starts telling you his order and you take it stuttering, you quickly gather your courage to ask "are you Kento Nanami" he nod "it's me yn In" his face turn to a instant shock.
after that you two exchanged contacts deciding to meeting up on the weekend. you both talk about what happened before you arrived at the city about how your ex cheated and high school without Nanami, while he told of his experience at school and work life. the friendship between you two quickly grew again fast but gentle but you quickly realized your feelings advancing every time you saw him. he was so kind, gives good advice, attend to your needs and more.
"you think this too much salt Ken?" you wondered preparing the ingredients for the sushi, he looks over your shoulder "yes love" he acknowledges he slips besides you and guide you on what to do correctly.
after cooking the food you both eat at his dinning table "do you think you would ever try love again" he asks "yes ofc I'm going to let one silly relationship ruin my perception of love" you quickly answered continuing eating. he washes up the dishes while you watch sitting on the counter "you have nice back muscles yk" you say to tease him
"want to feel them when I'm finished" he answers stoic your face instantly went red but you continue teasing "if your touch deprived you can sa-"
"I'm deprived of your touch yn" he cuts you turning to you his face is as straight as before "Nanami?" he looks like he is starting to questioning your reaction his eyebrows drawing together his eyes narrowing and focusing on you his lips tightening. you look at him regretting teasing him in the first place you bite your lips due to change of atmosphere, he start to walk to you your heart drops he stops before your knees "please I yearn to love you properly" he kisses you and you continue even opening your legs to be closer to him
his mouth trail down your body, pushing your entire body onto the counter placing your knees on his shoulder and slowly kissing up to your entrance, his tongue venerate your clit your body constantly quiver your hand are cover your mouth trying to control your breath to be honest you haven't experienced this before and this being your first time it overwhelms you quickly, you had the best orgasm minutes later as least for now
