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To Know You Pt. 4

EldestSon!Nanami x YoungestDaughter!Reader

As I have warned before this series will have NSFW throughout the writing, so I don’t want minors interacting with or liking my posts. MDNI! I’m serious.

If you feel weird about 18+ writing, but feel free to skip over it. The reason why I don’t put a big warning before each scene is because a lot of it is thoughts and sprinkles, so I am not going to put a warning before every interaction. There will be one before the chapter starts so read at your own discretion.

Warnings: NSFW, VERY self-indulgent, mentions of penetration, virgin!reader, fingering, grinding, LOTS of kissing, jealousy, ovulation, horny thoughts and dreams, mentions of sex sprinkled throughout, misunderstandings/miscommunication, emotionally confused Nanami, possessive Nanami, and cursing. Also, Gojo and Geto flirt with the reader!

Big Author’s Note: It has some South Asian details because ya girl’s South Asian (take it however you want or switch out things in your mind), I’m a virgin so all of the stuff is literally imagination without experience pfttt.

Word count: 15k+ (I went overboard…)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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YoungestDaughter!Reader who woke up to Nanami’s body pressed up against her own. Blankets mixed together and him nearly on top of her. His face pressed into the divet of your neck and your legs entangled with his. You groan as you begin to notice how heavy he was. And hot. You’re really hot. God, he’s like a furnace.

“Ken- Nanami,” you call out, and he hums, mind still in the sleeping abyss. So, you call out to him again. Then again, shaking his arms the best you can manage. With the ever-so-slight flutter of his eyelashes on your neck, his breath sharpens. He shoots up, arms dipping into the bed to release you from being caged by his massive build. Giving him a tired smile, you giggle before he can speak.

“I didn’t know we were going to cuddle already, Jellybear,” you joke, barely aware and the words leaving faster than you can control. You don’t know why you called him that. Maybe it was the dream you just woke up from – the one where you were wrapped in the arms of a tan teddy bear officeman. Only waking up to still being in the arms of someone else, same build and heat, the name just clicked.

His face contorts into confusion, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean- Huh? Jelly…bear? What do you mean?”

“Dream,” you quickly reply, “I actually can’t think right now. I’m so tired.” You tried to pick yourself up only to lay back down, huffing as you do. He chuckles, his chest vibrating deep.

“Why not teddybear? It makes more sense,” he raspily asks as he cracks his arms with his hands clasped and stretched out in front of him.

“Oh, you know, Jellycats? Teddy bears, but jellycats because they’re extra soft. Mixed up my words.”

“Jelly…cats?” he questions, head ticked to the side as his brows furrow with squinting eyes. Yours contrast his as you realize he’s never had a Jellycat as a child. (Neither did you, but knowing about it counts.) You gasp and immediately grab your phone to go on a 5 minute tangent about the different animals and how adorable they are.

OldestSon!Nanami who couldn’t help but smile at your little mumbles about Jellycats, with tired, glowing eyes and just-woke-up hair. He also couldn’t help but notice your shirt riding lower than he’s ever seen, where your bra strap peeked through and part of the lace escaped from its prison. White. But he shrugged it off and shied away from looking at it. He tried to focus on your words instead of letting his mind wander about the type of undergarment you adorned yourself with. Though, he won’t lie that it did send a split second image in his mind, long enough to send a jolt down his spine.

You both get ready together, waking up two hours past your usual work schedule on Saturday. As you rehydrate your hair, Nanami leaves the bathroom to grab his ringing phone. You look at him through the mirror and lo-and-behold he had on sweats and a white t-shirt that clung to his body with a small towel draped around his shoulder. He looks hot. And you couldn’t deny feeling a tickle in your abdomen. Maybe a little lower. Think good thoughts. Good thoughts… Not about jumping onto him.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who was ovulating and trying not to foam at the mouth whenever Nanami left the shower in the past few days. You tried not to look too long whenever his sweatpant rides too low or his shirt clings to his abs and biceps as he stretches out his tired body. You just close your eyes and look away.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who has never been touched nor quite exactly with anyone because you never had the time nor the emotional trust. And now, for you, it was Nanami or no one. You were going to make it work… Even if you two never end up falling in love. Still your attraction to him did not help a single bit. Not when you knew he didn't feel the same attraction. Everyone can see he’s a fine man. Chiseled face with beautiful eyes and a deep voice that beautifully churns your stomach.

He returns to the bathroom and your eyes sway. One second focusing on yourself, the next on him. He spoke to someone on the phone, then pokes his head out of the door.

“Suguru is having a small party tomorrow at his place. Would you like to go?” After a beat of silence you shake your head, “I appreciate it, but you should have fun with your friends. You rarely get to see them on your own.”

“Well, I’m sure Suguru would like to have you there,” he counters, his phone near his ear. Before you can respond you hear a voice loud enough to muffle through his phone. Nanami flinches and places his phone on speaker.

“Hello?” Suguru tests and you reply. You swear you heard Gojo yell “Tell her I said Hi~ pretty!”

“I’m positive she heard your loud ass already,” he says, chuckling, “Anyways, if you don’t come, Nanami is banned from coming.” So yeah, you didn’t end up refusing to go.

OldestSon!Nanami who found out you were a virgin (not that it ever mattered) during said party. Tiny one considering it was only Geto’s close friends. You insisted he go alone on the day off, but he insisted you join.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who thinks Nanami is forcing himself to include you, something you didn’t want him doing. You didn’t want him to pity your long distance from family and friends. But honestly, he actually would rather stay home with you than leave for a party without you. He even showed you proof of Geto texting in their group chat (one they had since high school) warning the others to not let Nanami in or to kick him out if he came without you. They already knew Nanami wouldn’t even consider going without you.

You were still a little on edge after the hosting. Of course you weren’t mad at them, but you still wanted to tiptoe around what left your mouth. You don’t want to accidentally bring up another horrific memory. Yes, you have trust issues, but you’re working on that. And besides, you don’t expect everything to be perfect all the time. Marriage has its own ups and down, you just need to go back and work together to patch the open scars and still itchy bothersome flaking scabs.

You look around, every single person familiar with your hosting. Everyone gathered in groups, but still in the same area, particularly Geto and Gojo off to the side sitting together. One was always with the other. So far, you noticed there was never a moment where Geto was somewhere Gojo wasn’t or the opposite. Same thing for the junior trio. Megumi, Nobara, and Yuuji were always together, which you later learned was because they spent all of high school and college together. Trauma bonding and training then going into the same company their seniors applied to – Sorcers. (You just found this out from Yuuji going on and on about how much he looked up to Gojo and Nanami, and made it his mission to work under them.)

Per usual, to spice up the party, Gojo recommended the adult version of “Let’s Get to Know Each Other.” Gojo absolutely loves card games, especially the bonding one, so he was bound to bring it up in your presence at some point.

The rules were simple. Each person picks a card and asks everyone else the question on there, as long as they answered the question first themselves. No one was really drunk, perhaps a bit tipsy. But since it was a Sunday, nearly everyone laid off the alcohol.

Geto, being the insane person he is, asked the question without any hesitance, “Oh, this is interesting. Where was the craziest place y’all had sex? Mine… It’s gotta be the room in the train with the unlocked sliding door.”

One by one his bold friends followed suit. “Shit, yeah…Honestly, me too.” What? Did they tag te- “Her cheating ex’s car.” Woah. “Outside in a high-rise, on his balcony while it was thundering” “Nearby a cliff!” And so on.

You found their answers insane, but to each their own. You have your own wildness. Nanami, despite his initial hesitation, answered with a sip of his black tea, “The bed.” Queue the bunches of boos and sighs.

“So boring,” Gojo huffs, only to notice your quiet demeanor. Feeling a little wicked, he waves his hands over to you.

“You didn’t answer!” he announces, making Nanami look your way. And for some reason, he was torn with himself. One part of him wanted you to answer, another wanted you to shy away from it so no one knows. He wanted to figure it out. He wants to be the only one to know.

You meekly shrug, shaking your head, hoping to slip out of answering only for Shoko to ask again.

“We’re all adults. No judging. Trust me, nothing you’ll say will be worse than anything that leaves their mouths. They never grew up,” Shoko chuckles, pointing at the grinning duo with long black hair and wispy white locks.

“I don’t have one,” you quickly say, as if wanting to brush past it.

“Oh, I get it! You can’t choose? Same, it took me a while, but you have to choose! Chop chop! And don’t look to Nanami for help,” Gojo hastes. You dryly laugh, looking around as everyone stares back at you. It was a tad awkward being the only one in her 20s, while everyone else was at least in their 30s. People with more experience and first-hand knowledge.

Scratching the back of your head and eyes avoiding everyone, you answer, “I actually don’t have one. As in… Like… I’ve never had sex, so... Yeah.”

Silence. Most of their mischievous faces drop in guilt or surprised. Nanami’s heart pumped blood more rapidly than he’s ever felt before. He carefully looked at your expression, wondering if you felt embarrassed, and was ready to divert the conversation. He just never expected to indirectly tell people that you two have never even had sex yet. You two were just never close enough to do so.

“Oh. Oh, shit. My bad,” Gojo apologized with an octave raised. Profusely, as he glances from you to Nanami and back to you. You chuckle, waving your hand to air out the sudden turn of events

“Don’t be!” you say, “I just… wanted to, um, wait. I am not rushing to have sex.”

Everyone hums, not focusing too much on your answer. Partially because they knew how Kento was. Partially because they knew this was arranged. You both barely knew each other, and even if you recently got closer, it is a matter between you two. It was not a hidden fact.

And Kento? He’d never make the move if he thinks you’re not into him. And to him, you were far, far from interested. If he could, he’d gently cup face, pull you into him and swallow your breath away. Steal you away from the room and leave red marks all over your neck and chest. Ask you to open your leg and let him please you. And as disgusted as he felt with himself, his pants grew tight as he strangely marveled at your shyness.

The next set of questions were equally intense, but at least you got to know who would have a threesome and who did what in a public space. With no experience, you had the privilege to skip over answering a lot of the questions. As shocked as you were, you wouldn’t be ‘better’ because you know how crazy you’ll get once you get a taste. And you would be lying if you said you didn’t think of Nanami inside of you at least once.

But that’s just a dream. You would never force Nanami to be intimate if he did not want to. Husband or not. You can deal with your high libido on your own.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who notices Nanami’s half-lidded eyes and looks back. You smile with an upward nod. He smiles back, waving his hand with a ‘nothing’ and adjusts himself in his seat. It took a lot for you not to drag your eyes down his tight dark blue shirt, his chest pressing against them as his sleeves were pulled up. Have mercy… You internally chant. And with you currently ovulating? Yeah, not looking good. You’re now constantly thinking about him – craving him. And needing him to at least touch you.

As for Nanami, your dress – satin black with pretty gold jewelry that cinched your delicate waist – did nothing to help the growing flush on his cheeks. You adorned yourself with gold and hints of silver, plenty of jewelry to make you the most beautiful in the room. As you walked about he heard the little clinks of your jewelry. Oh such music they were to his ears. Despite being your husband, he was hesitant to take glances at you. He knew himself. One thought and his cock would definitely show how delicious he thinks you look. If only he could be the one to wrap his hands around your waist instead of that chain.

You noticed how much noise your jewelry makes too. It’s not the attention that you like, rather the way the adornments make you feel. Whole and pretty. The metals clink and clink, grounding you with yourself, grounding you in the present. You’ve kept yourself hidden away for so long, and won’t do that again. The moment you gained the confidence to wear whatever your heart desired, you became unstoppable, perhaps a little attractive to yourself. Self-confidence is never bad. Of course, you limit yourself to what is appropriate to the occasion, but you feel good wearing what you wear and that’s what matters.

And today, you definitely went all out, for yourself and a little for the man who refuses to touch you, even the tiniest bit. Anyways, you knew Nanami’s attention turned to you whenever you were near, and you knew that culprit was none other than your jewelry, especially the delicate anklet that made the ever-so-soft ring!

Yet the first to comment on it was not Nanami, rather…

“You sound like a bell when you walk by,” Yuuji grins, standing tall with gleaming irises. He exclaims how soothing you sound when you move about. A real life chiming bell, if you will. He beat Nanami to it, who was going to tell you, sooner or later, that you reminded him of the softest memory of windchimes. And the jewelry that adorned your body, the melodies that sound as the wind passes by. If only he could be the wind to always hear every single sound you made, he’d die happy.

Yet there they were conversing with Gojo and Geto, leaning against the table as they spoke to you. Both on either side, almost trapping you away from Nanami’s gaze. Gojo looks back, shooting Nanami his infamous mischievous grin of what’re-you-gonna-do-about-it before turning back to you. The idiot leans towards Geto, whispering something perhaps indecent or foolish, and both just smile like cheshire cats.

OldestSon!Nanami who knows if those buffoons set their eyes on you, Nanami might just be ruined. I can’t let that happen. He knew he was good-looking, but those two? They’re charming and hypnotically hot. And most definitely a little interested in you by the looks of it. And seeing them lean over you like that, smirk and smiling? His heart ran burning hot. Steaming, actually. He wanted to pull them back by their collar and carry you away to keep you with himself. But he knows the ring on your finger suffices to calm the burning sensation in his chest. He was already your husband and nothing will ever change that.

“-nami,” Shoko finally manages to get his attention. He hums at her and she then hands him a random box of croissants she found in their kitchen.

“I asked if you wanted some.”

“Oh, no thanks,” he quickly blurted before focusing back on you. Shoko follows his eyes and it clicks. He’s preoccupied with his “foreign” feelings, something he’s perhaps unaware of himself. Otherwise, he would've 100% snacked on the infamous croissants from Bakeloft Toasties.

As they spoke, your eyes noticed two sparkling silvers in the dim lights, so you looked down. Ring on both their hands. Not just any. Matching ones. A set. Both engraved with SG and a beautiful matching pattern. Suguru’s with a hollow circle engraved and Satoru’s with a filled one.

“You’re engaged. Married?” you suddenly question, wide eyed and open lipped. No wonder they were always together, glued and unrippable. Two peas in a pod.

“Oh, you didn’t know we’re married?” Geto smirked, already knowing the answer – it was fun to see you process it in real time. “Thought you were into it. Double the fun, eh?” Gojo chuckles at the interaction, liking the frazzled look in your eyes.

“Into it?! I- Whuh?” you blabber, caught off-guard for the first time in a long time. They both let out raspy laughs, Gojo nearly setting his head on your shoulder.

“Kidding. Kento’s watchin’ and it's fun to tease him,” he whispers, signaling his head backwards. You look past his shoulder and notice Nanami’s gaze pin straight at you, or Gojo, or Geto. Or both. Or all. You don’t know. But you did know that his unwavering, deadly stare made your stomach churn out of excitement and worry. This is the first time he’s reacting like this. You are partially right. It’s your first time noticing it, but has turned green several times already.

“He’s got to be jealous. Look at ‘im holding the glass,” Geto mocks Nanami, squeezing his hand into a tight fist around an invisible glass and hunching over with squinted glaring eyes. You couldn’t but burst a loud baha! at the gesture, only to cup your mouth out of embarrassment for the way it left. They duo turn to look at you and then cackle at your blushing cheeks.

And boy, were you in for it because Nanami's eyes went from pin straight to wavering and low, looking away as if he interrupted something. You know that look, you knew from the thousands of stories you’ve read and dramas you’ve watched that he was reading too much into it. You knew from the indirect words and gestures within family arguments that this will cause some misunderstanding.

So you excuse yourself from the white-black haired couple and quickly walk over to Nanami, planting yourself right next to him.

“Um, is everything okay? I noticed you were a little frazzled,” you ask, cutting to the chase. His brows twitch as he looks back at you, before nodding.

“Yeah, it’s… I don’t want to say it right now, but,” he leans in, lips whispering into your ear, “It seems like everyone makes you openly laugh except for me. The kind that leaves your belly aching. It sounds childish, but are you not… happy? ”

“Now that’s wrong,” you whisper back, “Well, sort of. I laugh and smile freely with people I like. It’s not that you don’t make me laugh or happy, it’s just…” You don’t know how to say it.

“It’s just?” He asks, voice low and tickling your neck. You focus sorely on him and blacking out anything outside of the view you have. His eyes quiet and softly squinted, lips glistening from the lick of his tongue, and body brought forward but head tilted to look at you. You suck in a sharp breath, looking away from his thick gaze.

“I don’t want to laugh weird in front of you. I laugh weirdly, not into the quirky I’m-so-uniquely cute way. Sometimes it’s quiet and twitchy, other times it’s shaking the room,” you say, your voice reaching him despite the growing banter in the background.

“I want to hear you though,” he whispers, “quiet or not. Laughter and everything else. Let me hear you.” And you turn your eyes and meet his hazel sunkissed ones. Again, your stomach flutters and the saliva in your throat makes its way up and down your throat, lodging for a split second before you gulp it down.

Your mind plays an unfair game with you and flashes an image of Nanami choking you as he roughly kisses you and ravishes your body. So quick that you couldn’t think of how or why it even happened.

He’s talking about expressing. Nothing dirty. Why on Earth are you thinking about it right now?

Maybe it was the atmosphere or your ovulation or your overwhelmed mind, but for some reason, you hover your hands over Nanami's lap, shaking it to sound the bracelets and bangles. Jingle! Jingle!

“Is this good for now?” You smile, showing some teeth. He chuckles and wraps his hands around your wrist, a visible gap between his fingers as he does so, and pauses. When you don’t take your hand back nor complain, he shakes your arm. Jingle, jingle! Jingle! Trying to make the noise again himself.

“You’re the prettiest windchime,” he mutters, brushing the back of your hand, with a soft smile and a bit of his teeth poking through. And your heart skips a beat before your body burns hot.

I’m so not ready for the future. You knew you were trampled the second those words left his mouth. How can you ignore the way your heart races and skips with him? How can you ignorantly say you only look at him without any thought to it? How? When you look for him the moment you come home. You spend your night in ache wondering if he’d ever lean over and wrap his hands around you. You try to force the overflowing feelings into Pandora’s box only for it to be true to its myth. Now you can only hope he, too, began to love you the same.

And with the way he looks at you, right this second, you’re curious if it’s momentary or forever.

“Well,” you whisper, leaning away from Nanami, “Maybe if you’re the wind, you’ll have me chime the melody everyday.”

“I’m the wind already. Am I not?” he says, lifting up his hand to show the silver ring.

You firmly press your lips together to stop the huge grin from plastering onto your face. You heat up rapidly, looking away to hide anything that shows how easily that got you.

“You’re so annoying,” you blurt out, hand combing through your hair, as you bend away from his view. He’s going to kill me.

“If I’m the only one that is, then I’m honored,” he says, and you can just hear the teasing grin that plays on his face – the same one that your siblings used on you to further annoy you. You don’t reply, but you do grunt.

And what doesn’t help is Geto and Gojo giggling up with each other on the couch as they look straight at you. You just shake your head with a psh!

Taking a deep breath in, you decide to tease back (even if it was too late), “You can make me feel more if you took the risk, but not anytime soon I guess, hm?”

Nanami, too, could not control his mind from showing a far-from-appropriate scenario. He clears his throat, pulling away from the ring of whispers you two created. A bit to the lips before he smiles at you, eyes sharper than expected and a glimmer that you couldn’t quite place into a category. Teasing? Excited? Humored?

False. All Nanami could envision is the snapshot in his mind. Oh how pretty you’d sound if he thrust into you as his hands wrap around your bangle-adorned hands. Clink! Clink! Clink! with your dumbed-down mind taking his fat cock. Cut scene.

“I’ll hold you down to your words then. Someday,” he softly says, so casually you go to war with yourself to decide if he intended that with or without the connotation.

The drive back was not silent per-se, but you two were avoiding meeting gazes and keeping minimal conversation to boring topics. Work, what to have for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and so on.

You couldn’t help but remember the lingering grin on Geto and Gojo’s face as you two drove off. You don’t even want to assume what was on their minds.

“Goodnight,” you whisper, placing your feet under the sheets as Nanami turns off the lights.

“Goodnight,” he whispers back in the dark. The bed dips from his weight. Recently, perhaps two weeks ago, you two developed a habit of talking about something before sleep, but today it’s dead silent. The constant tick-tock tick-tock of the clock louder than your own breath. You don't speak, nor does he.

That night you and him slept facing away from each other. Not out of petty anger, distrust, or distance, rather out of the dangerous, dangerous tension that threatens to turn the silent room into a fit of bucking hips, begging, and hazy kisses.

Nanami’s resolve was made of iron. Once he sets his mind to a goal, ideal, or method, it’d take an eternity to break it out of him. But even iron has its melting point, and his is you – your eyes, your smile, your allure, and a single touch of your skin. His resolve to not love you, not want you, not desire you, teeters at the edge of an abyss. Once he’s in, he’s in, and it’ll take hell and back to bring back his resolve to push you away.

One small touch, one word, and one single shift would be enough to change the tides. A slice of heaven you were aching to taste, but maybe it’s too early to have a sweet tooth. And maybe you weren’t ready to face the fire in your heart just yet.

You woke up on top of him, back faced up and nearly half your body used his as a bed. Your eyes flutter open to see Nanami’s eyes twitching underneath the hand that laid over it. The other one planted right next to your hips, centimeters away from caressing it. You think it’s a mistake when you hear him curse, lips glistening after he licks them.

I must’ve moved around in my sleep today. Usually not the case, but occasionally happens. Feeling your eyelashes tickle the divot between his neck and jaw, Nanami slowly looks down, already awake from whenever he woke up. His blown eyes beeline to yours. Before anything is said, you try to get up, yourself up by the arms. Your open hair splays to one side of your face, curtaining the sunlight, some of the strands hitting Nanami’s face. His eyes close from the impact and out of instinct he brushes it away.

“Sorry,” you whisper, climbing up a bit more. Your thighs brush against his as you do and your face lines up with his. Lips inches away and noses barely touching.

Initially he was only going to move the strands away from his face, but the second he got a feel of your hair, his fingers combed its way up to the side of your face. His fingers feel the burn of your cheek and the divot underneath your jaw. You could swear you stopped breathing for a second. You lean in ever-so-slightly wanting more of his touch, lips parts to finally let the breath escape. Unconsciously, you move up more, your crotch barely sitting on his thigh with your lips dangerously close to his. Eye to eye, then eyes to lips. It would take only one more inch for your lips to touch. I shouldn’t, but-

“Can I kindly ask you to get off it? I don’t… It’s difficult for me… when you move like…” his words died down. Huh? With cinched brows, you almost ask him, “get off what?” but it punches you in the gut. You feel the throb! of a semi-hard something against your upper thigh. The same thigh that wiggled its way in between Nanamis’ legs in sleep. It’s his-!

“Sorry! I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to do that! Sorry. I’ll, uh, get dinner, no, breakfast… breakfast started,” you shout, face running cold as you bolt out of the room. You heard him call out your name, but you pretend to not hear. No way were you going back there. Your hands shake as your brain accelerates the overthinking. I made him uncomfortable. I’m so stupid! Stupid, stupid, stupid! He’ll be so mad! On and on and on and on your brain goes.

You don’t speak to him when he enters the kitchen, facing away and refusing to even look at him. Hints of disgust at yourself and your desires. A small part of you wished to know if he got hard because of you. If he was holding back from grinding himself on you. But if he asked you to move, then that possibility is out the door.

“Look, about this morning… Rest assured, I’ll forget it. Don’t beat yourself up about it,” he says, standing behind you as your finish breakfast.

“It won’t happen again. I’ll make sure we don’t touch each other. I’m sorry,” you mumble, gulping down the guilt that eats up at your brain. Sighing, Nanami leans over you, trying to make you look at himself. You tilt your head up, your eyes connecting with his soft ones.

“You’re allowed to touch me. If you’re worried about making me uncomfortable, then that is not why I told you to move,” he says, eyes scanning your worry-striken face.

“Then why?” you ask, softly. He doesn’t respond, lips parted, but no sounds make it past them.

“It’s okay if you did-”

“I did not want you to feel obliged to assist me with my issue. We may be husband and wife, but our marital duties do not need to include sex if you don’t wish.”

Taken aback, you plainly stare at him, “Marital duties? Wha- Issues?” My eyes twitch at his wording, wanting clarification.

“Yes. We vowed loyalty and to spend the rest of our lives together, but I won’t trap you into activities you do not wish to partake in. You already do the same for me, no?” he hums, leaning against the counter with his palm. Nanami couldn’t quite understand your confusion. After all, he thought the rules and roles were already stamped down. Husband and wife. Partners for life, or for however long you two please. No promise of love, but loyalty remains. Simple, no?

“Well, yes, but then what does our marriage mean?” you ask, looking back at the toast, stuffing the pieces with arugula, tomatoes, and eggs.

“It means what we already established since the beginning, does it not? I did not marry you with the intention of mutual love, nor did you. Or did that… change?” Ouch.

“I know. Yes, I know that. Nothing changed… Just- Then, are we not allowed to have sex because of that? Certainly we’ll eventually have to explain why we don’t have children.”

“Do you wish to have them?” my ears perk at his question, eyes squinting. With you… I don’t mind.

“Huh? Yes, I suppose, maybe. It wouldn't hurt, but I don’t want them if we’re not in love. That will mess with their perception of marriage and love.”

“Right... Right, yeah. So what do you wish for? I can’t change my perception of this marriage overnight, but I want to work towards what makes you happy and content. ”

Say it. Say it. He’s not going to get angry.

“Be my husband without fear,” you say, cutting the sandwich in perfect halves, “Yes, ask me for my worries and limits, but you can feel what you want, do what you want. I don’t care if it’s lust, anger, or a little in-between of whatever we’re going through. Hold me, joke with me, be a little mean – anything. Hell, touch me however you want, you’re my husband. If I have an issue, I will tell you..”

You stare back at him, brows stitched together, after setting the knife down. Why should you hold back when the line was already drawn? If he didn’t like - love - you, so be it, but you craved touch and affection like any other. Even if it’s loveless, you want him to touch you, tease you, and treat you like someone who will stay. Not dance around whatever square of needles he boxed himself in to stop himself from being forward. You know he must have desires and needs of affection, so why can you both just… be intimate?!

“I… I see. I’m sorry. I singlehandedly decided our boundaries for marriage,” his gaze turns solemn and foreign, “What is it that is okay and not with you? Hugging or kissing or-”

“Everything is okay. I’m your wife, Nanami. No one else's. Who- Who else will I go to? What’s so bad about doing what you want? I won’t run away.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, eyes traveling to your lips, eyes, and lips again. He knows he can. He knows he’s allowed. You handed him the green flag, flashed the green light, and turned in all proof of consent, but he can’t. His hands shake and heart pulses erratically. Scared. His voice trapped in his throat when he admits to himself it’s not that he doesn’t want to, he’s just scared to touch someone so… you. All that you are – beautiful, kind, thoughtful, and effortlessly you.

“I take that as you wanting me to initiate intimacy?” he asks for clarification, clearing the clogged lump in his throat. You nod, licking your lips and brushing off crumbs from fingers. Again, you avoid his gaze. You’ve never been good at asking for things you really wanted from others. Hell, you sometimes fail to recognize what you want from them too. Be it emotions, time,

You’ve always been a-okay with everything others give. If that’s what they can give you and want to give you, you won’t ask for more.

“If you want to. I also don’t intend to force you into intimacy and sex, just because we’re married.”

His eyes travel back to your lips and then up to your eyes, noticing a couple clumps of hairstrands draped in front of them. His brows twitch at being unable to see your pretty eyes, so he lets himself reach up. He lets himself tuck your hairstrands behind your ear, sliding down his hand down to cup your face and-

Peck.

You close your eyes at the tickle of his breath on your left one. You bite your lips, face and neck burning hot. You’e only heard of this happening in books and movies. Never in a million years did you think he’d kiss your eyes – so gently and with that soft look. His hazel eyes held affection and care for a thousand years ahead.

“I want to. And I’ll be better about this. I promise.”

“Yeah… Yeah. Okay, Nanami.” “Kento. We’re married so call me by my name, okay? Don't be so formal.”

EldestSon!Nanami sure knew how to tease. Years of practice made him perfect at it.

Days pass from that day and neither of you had the guts to make another bold move. Your conversations with Nanami weren’t different per-se, but you noticed the tweaks. His head didn’t lean forward to listen to you a little more, his eyes were more focused on other things, and his answers were shorter. But you’ll admit you, too, were avoiding the strange blossom in your heart – the flutters, the kicks, and the sudden trembling.

How do you stop your heart from slowly becoming his? Even after establishing that touch and intimacy was okay, how do you even start?

EldestSon!Nanami who has lived without attaching strings or feelings to people. He’s done it once only, and it hurt like hell to have lost them, so he carefully, hand picked who he lets in his space. Even then, not too much, not too little. What if you turned out to love another man, despite being his? Just like her? He trusts you… He does. So why is it so hard to let his heart open its door to you? He can only pray that this insecurity, this insanity, of his does not diminish what he has with you. He never wants his past to write out his future with you. Not you.

And he, too, at thirty-something, knows you’re not someone to deceive him nor to play with emotions. So at night, when you’re deep in sleep and he wakes up for a glass of water, he makes it a habit to kiss your eyes. The very eyes he felt his heart crack open a door to, pulling you just a little closer to, at least, physically feel how close you two have become.

One regular afternoon, the tides change. Nanami worked in his home-office while you made some earl grey tea, setting out some croissants for him to chew on. He had been there for a few hours and you thought he could use a break. He wasn’t going to eat lunch for another couple of hours either.

YoungestDaughter!Reader who shows a portion of her care through giving and making food for others and doing small things to make their days easier. Earlier that morning, you already did the laundry and dried them, knowing he’d probably want to wear that black shirt tomorrow. And lo and behold he told you he is looking for it since wants to wear it (only for you to tell him it’s already drying) and thanks you for washing it.

You maneuver the two cups in your right hand, setting the tray of croissants on the hallways table, to crack the door open with your hand. You then pick the plate back up and bump! the door open to scurry inside.

“Nanami, sorry for disturbing you,” you start, gaining his attention, and walk to his desk to stand to his right. You set the early grey and the plate of croissants down, before taking a step back.

“I wanted to drop this off and I’ll be on my way out,” you say, noticing the two documents open on his computer. But before you can turn, Nanami clasps your wrist.

“You can stay. I- It’s a little too quiet in here. I’d appreciate it if you also joined me for tea,” he says, pulling on your wrist to drag you closer to himself. You slowly nod, setting your own cup down. Quick on his feet, Nanami scoots his chair to the side and grabs a chair for you to sit right beside him.

You were the best person to focus with. You ran a strict policy of not talking until the work was done, and you weren’t about to make Nanami lose focus by asking him questions, even if you were incredibly curious. However, ever-the-older-brother sown into his bloodstream, Nanami notices your antsy gaze crawling all over his screen, practically showing the question marks over your head. A smile tugs onto his lips. You reminded him of the college days when he finally came home. His siblings would plop themselves near him and laptop, and ask on and on and on and on about his research.

EldestSon!Nanami who curses at himself for previously believing you’d be a spoiled child, having been the youngest and flashiest of your siblings. A month ago he would’ve considered you cold, picky, and reluctant, but he now sees the small ways you carry yourself and look out for others. You remember how many tea biscuits Nanami likes with his tea. You don’t let yourself sway in certain matters but you still hear people out and understand their perspective. You always make more than enough for meals and baked goods because you anticipate sharing with friends and family. And you continuously make space for others.

He sighs at misjudging your character, perhaps it was also why he was unconsciously averse to being intimate.

Taking a sip of the tea, his heart warms up at the perfect amount of sweetness. Occasionally, he turns to look at you, taking in the flutter of your lashes and the trail of your invested eyes. He wonders if you’d ever look at him the way you look at books. He out-of-the-blue cups the side of your face, pulls you closer, and pecks your eyes. Once again, your face heats up and you touch your lids. A low whine escaping your throat, “You always… Can’t you do anything else?”

“Do what? It's a thank you for the tea,” he hums, a tad bit confused. Is he not allowed to kiss your eyes? You stay quiet, stumped by his cluelessness, mumbling a “nothing… nevermind,” before going back to your reading.

His brows raise as he speaks, “And if you were curious, I’m finishing up a report on the most recent case. Further details are confidential, but I discovered this case matches with…”

Oh, how ignorant he was to your gaze at his lips and his eyes.

OldestSon!Nanami who brought pints of ice cream the day you casually dropped that you “crave ice cream all the time.” Already becoming like his father, he brings home pints and pints of ice cream - – enough to last half a year. When you smile at him, thanking him over and over again for the ice cream, he has to turn away to hide the red that reached his ears. It didn’t help that you practically squeezed him into a hug, nearly tearing up at the gesture.

He who, for a split second, wondered how your cold, ice cream-slicked lips would taste. Like vanilla? Like strawberries? Or would he get to taste you? He has to bite his lips and leave the living room to not kiss you, desperately and deeply.

He, who was seconds away from tossing your spoon and ice cream to the side to add his warmth to your frosted lips. Pull you so close into himself and coat your lips with his own substance. But he feared his own desires. How can he dare to touch someone so precious? How dare he have such thoughts about you?

You, who was stumped when Nanami didn’t respond to your offer to share. He was there one second and the next he wasn’t. You, who didn’t know Nanami locked himself in the guest room, hands over his eyes as he needs to hide you away from his gaze. One more moment with you, be it speaking, looking, or just nearby, and he’ll tear down any barrier he still puts around himself.

Nanami and you had a normal conversation the next week, and it was normal until it wasn’t. It was about Gojo’s shenanigans, which was fine. Fine until you reveal that you had plans with him that evening. Plans to go to a bakery. Nanami found himself green-eyed and heart pounding erratically. He also liked bakeries. Scratch that, he wanted to take you to his favorite bakeries, but he didn't complain. He also wasn’t going to snatch away your excitement to meet Gojo at a bakery. You were working at your at-home work desk and he was reading in the chair planted to your left, listening to you.

Every time you look at him, you find him staring at you. Odd when he claims to be reading.

“Are you reading or are you observing me?” you mumble, a light jut of your bottom lip.

“A man can’t look at his wife as she speaks?” he raises his brow, tilting his head. You let out a huff, rolling your eyes, “Not that. You’re staring at me as if, you know, you’re staring too hard. I feel it.”

“I’m simply admiring you,” he casually drops, eyes still pinned on you, and takes you a minute to reboot.

“Don’t give me the evil eye,” was the best you can come up with in the panic. You’re quick to reel the conversation back to the outing.

You mention that it was a certain bakery you’re exploring with Gojo. “Mama mako,” you mumble. Nanami’s favorite one (but you didn’t know), the one he wanted to take you to. He just planned to take you there a month later, when they have their seasonal menu back up. He wanted you to like them too. Still, it was fine. Maybe (it really wasn’t). Humming to yourself in confusion at someone on your screen, you got up to reach for something and he got up with you, for reasons he doesn’t even know. He just wanted to be near. Your fingers wrap around the yellow sticky notes, grabbing it to make notes of reminders and work changes on your desk.

Then you mention, while chuckling, “He said we’d split all the desserts and eat it together. You know, for a taste test the same slice or something.”

That’s what got him. His mind flashes images of you sharing the same desert from the same spoon. Then quickly flashes Gojo, licking off the cream on your lips, pulling you into a deep kiss.

Nanami found himself trapping you between himself and your desk, his book long forgotten on the chair. Your body freezes as the bundle of sticky notes in your hand drops onto your desk. His hands grab your waist – not rough though, no. Yet, that’s why it was a little scary. It has your heart jumping – his touch gentle and completely opposite to his dangerously low voice.

“Don’t go,” his lips whispered into your ear, making you gasp. Your hip accidentally bumping to his as his breath tickles your skin.

“Don't want you to go. If you must, I want to go with you. And don’t eat from his hands,” he says, gently turning you around to meet his gaze. His eyes travel to your collarbones and you felt him fighting against his own fence. His fingers dig into your hips and he leans down to peck your eyes. So, for another push, you daringly respond.

“And if I… want to eat from him? We’re not kissing or anything. Maybe tasting it with him won’t be so bad.” Your eyes looked up at him feigning innocence, but he knows this look. The spoiled-brat look that believes you can get away with this, but he wasn’t about to let it slide. His jaw tightens and he leans down closer. His hand runs up to your neck, sliding up your jaw, and then tips your head up!

“Then I will taste you before he does” he whispers, eyes traveling to your lips, his thumb brushing it. His Adam’s apple bobbing up and down as he pulls down on your lip, nearly sticking his finger into your mouth. His breath shaky as he pecks your cheek then right at the corner of your mouth.

He knows you don’t mean that Gojo would taste you. Hell, he knows you wouldn’t even eat from the same spoon. He knows! But boy, did the thought of it rile him up. Your breath shakes as your neck heats up against his own. He pulls you closer and closer, leaning down to tickle your breath. A whimper escapes your throat and your hands snake up to clutch his shirt.

“Do you object?” his lips were millimeters away, eyes hungrier than anything he’s ever felt.

You don’t have a chance to finish shaking your head no as he swallows your hitching breath. Taking your lips between his and you don’t even have the chance to prepare. His arms grab your waist, pressing himself flush against you. You raise yourself up on your toes to match his height, but it's not enough. He pulls up on your thighs, lifting you and snaking your thighs around himself as he pulls you close. Closer and closer, yet nothing could be close enough. The distance between skin was stifling and he wanted you to be intertwined with himself, until your souls were one. He was going insane at the taste of your lips, intoxicating and, damn it, he couldn’t believe it took this long to kiss you. Curse his scared heart. He should’ve tasted you the second he saw them lick the ice cream off the spoon. They are just as sweet, a hint of strawberry and vanilla.

“Waited- ngh- so long to taste you.”

His kiss was both gentle and rough, slow but mean. Biting and pulling on your swollen lips as he leaned your head back to go deeper, deeper, and deeper! Your nails dig into his shoulders as a whine rumbles through your throat.

“Mph-lease! More!”

He pulls himself away, seeing your eyes hazy and you shaking breathlessly. Pwah! Your lips were spared, but then your neck wasn’t. He bit, nibbled, and sucked, did everything and anything he felt like. Leaving any mark he could because you were his – his to taste not Gojo’s. The chains were left behind, unshackled and broken to the point of no return. His lips tugging then tongue soothing the skin on your neck and collarbones. He needed there to be no chance at all of Gojo forgetting you were taken, that you were his. (He knows Gojo would never, but fuck did those damn thoughts get to him.)

Ba-bump! Ba-bump! Ba-bump! You were sure Nanami could feel you pulsing on his abs, but he was not doing any better. His cock practically begging to escape his sweats – a steady beat of ba-dump ba-dump ba-dump against your butt. Up and down, up and down, he lightly teases both you and himself by rubbing you against himself. Your bodies are sensitive, but not enough to let you two have a taste of ecstasy. I want him. I want him so bad.

“Don’t lose your mind yet,” he whispers, chuckling, “What do you want?”

Your session, however long it was, cut short with a ringing phone, especially yours. You glance to see Gojo’s name plastered on there. Vibrating and vibrating. You wiggle in Nanami’s arm to have him let you down to pick up the call, pushing away on Nanami’s chest. Wait, your eyes tell. With your frazzled hair, messy lips, and two unbuttoned pajamas, you speak into the phone, rather quickly.

“Hello, Gojo? W-what’s up?” you speak, an octave higher. Before you notice, Nanami pressed his own ear onto your phone.

“Hey, pretty! Are you leaving yet? I can pick you up since I’m already driving there,” he says, revving his car to resonate it through your phone. You look up, only to see Nanami’s eyes glowing, his lips red and swollen. A depth of desperation and dark green jealousy boiling through them.

“N-no,” you breath, “I have yet to get ready and-”

“I’ll drop her off. Focus on driving competently.”

“Oh! Haha! Yikes, he sounds like he’ll kill me,” he laughs, before bidding goodbye.

That day, you left the house to meet an appalled Gojo, who not only noticed Nanami glued to your side, but also the button-up shirt you wear, when you rarely, if ever, button up your shirt all the way up your neck. You avoiding looking at Nanami also gave him all the context clues he needed. Looking back and forth, Gojo gives a knowing wild grin, nudging Nanami in the stomach with a bounce of his brow.

That day, Gojo also left with a pout when Nanami refused to let him split desserts with you. Even when he tried to feed you, out of the kindness of his heart, Nanami instead snatched the fork from his fingers and handed it to you. Nanami stomached the remaining half pieces and bought you brand new ones. Jealous bastard won’t even let me buy her anything, Gojo internally complains. He really did want to befriend you one-on-one, but Nanami clearly was opposed to that.

OldestSon!Nanami who has to deal with Gojo giving him a knowing smirk for the rest of the damn week because, “You felt jealous of me! Married man to married man! Do you think so highly of me that you assume I’d impress her?” What got Gojo to finally shut up Nanami sharing your handmade flan with him, only if he lets it go – he took the flan and listened.

“So… you like your wifey a lot huh?” Gojo teases, chuckles echoing the hall. Nanami freezes, eyes scrunching inwards, “No. Not in that way. I am simply protecting our marriage.”

Gojo stares at him through those black circle sunglasses with a question mark over his head, “...Right.”

OldestSon!Nanami who didn’t know how to deal with the tingling heat on his face whenever you were around him. You two had conversations throughout the week, but he’d respond with blunt sentences and a cold face. If he was and is angry, you don’t know from what or why. You hoped he’d come to you, but so far, he hasn’t.

As you two drove home, back from his work party, you slid the window down feeling the wind on your skin. Tonight was a little different, you’ve felt the change in the atmosphere. After that kiss, he’s been a little more distant, a little more reserved. Did he not enjoy the kiss? Did he regret it?

He surrounded himself with his friends and coworkers, rather than sticking to you. Now, you don’t expect him to be with you every waking second of the party, but he didn’t interact with you at all. You were left with Gojo and Geto and then he vanished on his own. It didn’t help that your eyes were continuously looking at him, only for him to not even spare you a glance. Frankly, you felt embarrassed.

Even when you asked him if you two can get a refresher together, his only response was, “You can get one for yourself. It’s right there.” It’s not that deep. Yet, the tone and his ignoring eyes swung a spear through your heart. That was all. Nothing else the entire night.

You were used to the treatment. Little to no eyes on you since you were young. After all, you had the intelligence for it. Your academics, your slightly mature demeanor, and knowledge made up for any child-like habits you had. The gifted one of your family. The one who doesn’t need help.

The way Nanami thought you could grab the drink by yourself, in the sea of strangers at his office party, was perhaps because he knew you were capable and carried yourself well, but a little show of care would’ve helped. Maybe, just maybe, a part of you, just like little-young-you back then, wanted him to guide you through the bunch of people new to your day-to-day life.

“Let’s turn the music on,” you say, trying to lighten the mood. You touch the bluetooth to connect your phone to the car’s speakers. The first song playing turned out to be a Japanese song, the beat a little more sensual than you expected for the first song of the car ride to be.

Considering the lyrics you remember from the music video… Kento definitely heard lines less savory of a regular car ride. Oops.

Without looking at you, his focus on the road, he clears his throat, “Can we shut the music off?”

“Oh. Yeah, that’s fine,” you whisper, cheeks flushed, turning the bluetooth off. You had a playlist ready for car rides, a mix of songs you both would enjoy. You recently learned that you two surprisingly have similar music tastes, about a 80% match. You just didn’t expect the sexy one of the group to play first. Maybe for another day then.

As he drove with one hand, he kept tilting his head, almost as if to crack or massage an ache on his neck. A roll of his shoulders before another tilt to attempt to crack it. Unable to stop yourself, you

“Please- What are you attempting to do?” he flinches away, as if your touch burned him. You retract your hand, surprised by his sudden… irritation?

“I was trying to help your neck pain,” you say, folding your hands in-between yourself, hot blood rushing to your face.

“Just- Please don’t.” Nanami doesn’t know why his pounded heart and warm skin decided to control his speech opposite to how he felt. I want you to caress me. Your touch feels like heaven on Earth.

“Alright, I won’t. I’m sorry,” you nod, not arguing. So we can kiss, but not touch? You don’t mind his boundaries, but figuring them out is just like looking for Waldo. Why is kissing okay, but not this?

As you two come to a stop at a busy red-light, considering it is a Saturday night, you gaze at the bunch of people out-and-about, giggling, pushing, and enjoying themselves. A group of women with their partners passing by and then what seems to be a separate group of guys.

“Please roll the window up. It’s chilly out,” Nanami suddenly demands. You turn your gaze to stare at him. If you’re not cold, he definitely isn’t. He is a furnace himself. So why the sudden change?

“I’m hot.”

“I will turn the AC on, so let’s roll the windows up,” he tries to bargain.

“No,” you reply, attempting to match his cold responses all night. All week actually. You thought you were going crazy because he was still kind, but his voice and words hinted otherwise. Doing your dishes and laundry, but only humming and shrugging to respond to you instead of full sentences. If he was going to act this way, you weren’t going to tolerate it.

“I don’t want the AC,” you grab the window glass, a childish part of you adamant to get your way.

“Stop being so stubborn,” he says, harshly calling out your name, “People are out there staring at you.”

“Okay?”

“Men are out there staring,” he mutters, clenching the steering wheel. You stare, dead straight, stare at him in utter confusion. As the green-light strikes, Nanami steps down the quiet road that leads to your house. You had at least 15 minutes of driving left.

“You weren’t even talking to me at your office party, but you want to pay attention to every man that stares at me?” you ask, crossing your arms, turning your body towards him.

He sighs, slowing down on the empty road, “It’s- I’m trying to protect you from guys with indecent imagination. So please roll your window up.”

Your brows, “What- No one’s here,” you point out to them now, empty road.

“Okay, fine.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you ask, genuinely lost.

“Let’s talk about it at home.” Fuck that.

“Stop the car,” you demand, squeezing his hand. He listens, pulling into a random street parking, turning to face you. No one was around other than the bushes and trees.

“What-”

“What’s the issue? I’m confused too, you know?” you complain, voice hushed low. You unbuckle your seatbeat to sit comfortably. Knowing yourself and him, this won’t be a one minute conversation. He pulls up all the windows, knowing the same.

“It’s- It’s,” your voice slightly cracks as your frustration and embarrassment seeps through, “It’s confusing when you’re nice one day and distant the next.”

Nothing can describe how hard you had to bite your tongue all week, to not scare him off with how quick you were to notice his behavior. It sure did hurt like hell when you gave a big part yourself to him only for him to not spare you a glance the next day. He even stopped kissing the lids of your eyes.

“I know it is hard adjusting, but I’m lost too. I don't know how to act with you or what’s okay and what’s not. I won’t do things you don’t like, so please… Please stop being so hot-and-cold with me. If you’re confused, tell me. I’ve said this before, I don’t mind how you feel as long as I know.” You said all in one breath, spilling it out before you scare yourself into balling it all up again.

“If you hated kissing me, that’s fine. We tried it and it’s not for you. We don’t have to-”

“Who said I hated kissing you?” his face was worthy of capturing a photo of. The most horrified look, thus far, printed directly on his face. Eyebrows cinched in, eyes wide, and lips twitching. A neck vein popping out a cherry on top.

“W-well,” you stutter, “I thought- You didn’t kiss me anymore after that, so I assumed it. This entire week you just did a 180. No eyes kisses. Nothing. And… Just now you moved away as if I’m disgusting.”

“I-” he takes in a deep breath, wide chest rising a fall as he unbuckles his seat belt to turn to you.

“I’m horrible at my approach, but please know whatever horrible thoughts you have about the kiss we share are utterly wrong.”

His hands were planted firm on his thighs, playing, “I acted out-of-line and I’m incredibly sorry. This entire week, my behavior is uncalled for. There is no excuse for that and it’s not usually how I’d act. I know my actions should speak louder than my words, but trust me when I say I don’t hate kissing you.”

You nod your head, only to part your lips to ask, “Then why won’t you kiss me anymore? You’re avoiding me.” He doesn’t reply for a second. Your brain immediately freezes up and you swallow the hurt building up inside.

“It’s okay. You don’t have to make up excuses.”

“It’s not that…I don’t have the right words to describe it,” he says, hands wiped over his face.

“Describe what?”

“That I feel like I need to kiss you for hours. Every single day. And I don’t want something short and sweet. If we kiss, if we touch, I know I’ll keep going and going… I look at you, that’s fine, but eventually my thoughts draw me back to the kiss. I feel like I’m a crude teenager again.” His voice low, almost ashamed. You look up at him, not even knowing what to say or react with. Your stomach flutters and tingles.

You lick your lips, eyes skimming down his shirt, “Well, we’re all still our crude teenager-self, just more mature adults. And if your concern is time, then I don’t mind long kisses… As long as you don’t ignore me the next day. ”

“I won’t. I should’ve known better. I’m sorry,” he looks up at you, his eyes dim and regretful.

“I know… Thank you. And I’m sorry for being extremely pushy about this, but I had to get this out. I didn’t want this building into something bigger.”

“No! Please, don’t be sorry, certainly not about this. I’m glad you did so,” he softly says. A beat of silence passes by before you ask another question.

“Wait, so you don’t want to kiss me or be near me because you want to kiss for… a long time.”

“Yes, but I suppose there’s more to it,” he answered.

“Like?”

“My hands will wander. I will wander. I can’t do that to you,” his hands go out to pull at the designed string on your sleeve, playing with it. There is a hint of reddish-pink blush on his cheeks.

“Then wander,” you whisper back, your hand pulled on the same hand caressing your shirt with, "You’re the only one stopping yourself." Cue the silence and then he moves, leaning forward.

“Come over here,” he sighs out, reaching out to pull on your waist. You hiccup, mind not anticipating the command, but your body listens. You grab onto his shoulder, legs awkward shifting over the separating barrier. You try to smoothly sit on him, but it does not go as smoothly as you wished.

“Okay, wait- Ow!” you yelp, your knee lightly ramming into the driverside’s door with a thud! He maneuvers his hands to rub your dull knee. Admittedly, it didn’t even hurt, not enough for you to yelp out. It was just a loud bump, but you weren’t complaining, especially not with the rewards. His hand rubbing your knee as his furrow brows and soft eyes question your hurt.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry. I should’ve thought that out better,” he whispers, his right hand going from your waist to your cheek, caressing the skin. You nod, adjusting your seat. Said seat being Nanami’s lap.

“So? Are you… going to kiss me?” you whisper back, breathing ghosting over his lips. He smiles, hands planting itself on your waist to pull you closer.

“I want to. But I don’t have your permission yet.”

“Me sitting on your lap is permission, Kento,” you grumble, pulling on his collar. He looks at you with a ‘really now?’ look at his brows.

“If you don’t… I ‘m just going to call Gojo or Get- Eeow!” you jump as fingers pinch your waist.

“Don’t test me,” he says, tightening his grip on your waist, pulling you forward.

“I don’t like sharing,” he kisses your lids, hands sliding up to pull you closer. His lips ghost over yours, then he smiles into kissing you.

Slow and steady for the first few seconds, but quick to grow desperate. His hand leaves your neck wandering elsewhere off your body. The other pulls you closer to himself, waist to waist, chest to chest. As close as possible. You don’t even notice, but you feel it. His seat draws back, and you lean more and more on him. Your stomach flutters again, the kind that leaves your body growing hotter. His lips don’t leave you for even a second, even as you grow breathless. Breath heaving and lips growing into greed. You practically caged him in, rather he made you cage him in.

From the eyes of any voyeur looking in, you seemingly took the reins, but they couldn’t be more wrong. He was the one with wandering hands, just like he said they would. From your waist to your thighs to arms, his hands explored and guided every one of your limbs. He was the one that pulled on your neck, to pull your lips in more and more. He was the one wrapping your arms around his shoulders, so you dig your nails into his shoulder as you whine. And he laughed at your breathlessness after every interval. His soft chuckles angelic compared to the throbbing you feel under yourself.

Maybe it was the way his warm hands calmed you down or the way his kisses grew more tender after the long session of desperation, but you were growing tired. He’d be a fool not to notice the way your lips fought tooth and nail to keep up and moving.

“Is my wife sleepy?” he chuckles, looking up into your eyes. You hum, eyes fluttering open. You nod your head before hugging him with your head dipping into his neck.

“I guess you have to drive home like this then,” you jokingly insist, eyelashes fluttering on his neck.

“As much as I’d like to, that is a road safety hazard,” he whispers, voice low to not break your steady, tired breaths. You groan, huffing into his neck. You swear he had a built- in heating system because even with the AC on your body felt toasty on his. Lucky him.

“Come on. Time to leave,” he taps your waist with his thumb to signal you awake.

“Five minutes,” you tell him, mumbling something that barely made sense to him. Frankly, those five minutes were not five minutes because the next thing you know, you wake up in your bed. Your clothes changed, makeup cleaned up, and hair done just the way you would for sleeping. How in the world?

And Kento? He was sleeping turned towards you with his hand over your waist, holding you closer than any day previous to that moment. On that Sunday morning, you woke up warmer than any other day.

OldestSon!Nanami who overhears your conversation with Ophenia. He didn’t mean to eavesdrop. He returned from work to a laughing duo and music playing in the background, so he decided to let you two be. Quietly passing by before said conversation forces him to glue his feet to the floor.

“Girl, TMI but have you guys fucked yet?” she asks, so casually he almost thought he was mistaken.

“You act like we haven’t shared worse, but no. Not yet,” you reply, taking a sip of your tea. Ophenia gasps, swinging her body to face you.

“You- What?!”

“Well, listen!”

“No, okay let me calm down. It’s literally your marriage. My fault, oopsy daisy!”

You chuckle, shaking your head, “Yeah, it just never happened.”

“You don’t think he’s attractive?” her voice raises an octave at the question, lips thinning into themselves. Nanami’s heart raced, dreading your answer. He doesn’t think he’ll bear hearing the opposite. You stay silent for a second before, “Girl, huh- what?! How many times have I told you about how hot he is? I think about fucking him everyday.”

“Then go seduce him or something! He’s yours already!” she raises her arms in the air before slapping it down on the couch with a loud thud!

“Ophe, I can’t! He probably doesn’t think I’m hot!”

“Puh-lease! If you're not hot, who is?! Rumpelstiltskin?” You two burst into a fit of laughter and thrashing – his own smile pulling at his lips.

“We kissed though… A couple times,” you shyly admit, “Three… Five…”

“What?!”

“He’s a good- great kisser.”

“Mm. Disgusting,” she gags.

“Tsk! You literally asked!” you whine out.

So maybe, just maybe, he did purposefully leave the shower a little extra drenched that night – his towel barely hanging from his hips with his V-line poking through. Pretending as if his boxers weren’t tucked underneath, just for your eye’s innocence if the towel happens to fall. A small smirk tugs onto him when he sees you avoiding his eyes, looking everywhere but him as he speaks to you.

“Do you know where my blue shirt is?” he asks, feigning confusion as he looks down to where you sat. He actually knew where it was. He just wanted you to look at him. And you do. Surprisingly.

He will admit, he did want you to react, take a jab at the line you both seem to still be tiptoeing around. The fine line pretty much nearly disappears into nothingness. So when you hand him the shirt and return to your book, acting normal and cool, he isn’t just disappointed, he is devastated and heartwrenched. He really wanted to see those panicked doe eyes. The same ones that leave his chest a bit full. The same ones that looked for him amongst the crowd of strangers at your post-wedding reception. The same ones that left him wanting to kiss your lids. Begrudgingly, he turns around, shirt in hand and shoulders dropped.

OldestSon!Nanami who leaves the room unknowingly leaving you flushed and heart-raced. You did beeline to the room and simply go back to your book, but how else would you act normal and stop yourself from tripping over your own words. His abs and chest were on full display and your eyes wanted to zoom in, zoom out, and roam. Your hands flush and tingly from your need to feel them under the pads of your fingers. Once he was out of sight, you cup your face into your hands, letting out the deepest sigh of your soul. You’re really unfair, Nanami.

OldestSon!Nanami who had a wet dream that same night, of getting a taste of your lips and your body. Your nails dig into his back as you wrap your legs around him. Your cunt clings around his cock as you cry out his name.

“Ken-Kento please! Anh!”

He wakes up breathless with his thick, hard cock trapped under his sweatpants, hesitant to even take care of himself because you were right there next to him. Your peaceful sleeping figure made him even more disgusted with his dream, with himself. He gets up and escapes the room, choosing to go to the guest room shower to take care of himself. Pumping his cock to the thought of you under him, taking his cock and pulling him closer. How good you’d look with his cum running down your thighs. How good his fingers would fuck into you. Fuck! He muffled to himself, holding his shirt between his teeth as one hand pumped and the other grabbed the wall.

Need you. I need you. So bad. So bad!

Oh, you must taste heavenly. From your sweet lips to your slick soaked pussy, he wanted to see your face overwhelmed from pleasure. Blushing and hot. He wanted you writhing under him, cock-drunk and clawing at his back.

“Fuck,” he quietly grunts, pumping out streaks of cum that dribble down his hand and washed away by the streaming water.

OldestSon!Nanami who goes back to the room ashamed of himself, face laced with a bright shade of red. Namami, who gets hard again when the blanket slips down from your movements – your grey panties with a white lace trim peeking out of your loose pants. All he does is tuck your hair behind your ear, peck your eyes, and go to sleep right beside you, ignoring the throb between his legs. He, who was unusually losing control and composure around you.

From then on, any time he’d get hard, he’d ignore it. He felt dirty thinking such thoughts. So what if you were married? He couldn’t do that to you.

OldestSon!Nanami who got rock hard every time you two kissed, but couldn’t find it in himself to suggest anything further. Kissing was enough. He could wait however long you needed. But what he didn’t know was that you too were waiting for him. For him to signal that he wants more, just like you.

YoungestDaughter!Reader weren’t better… Not at all. You’ve seen his veiny arms in short sleeved white shirts before, and his muscles tight against those dress shirts. Your eyes quickly etch that into your brain. You’d imagine his hands wandering your arms, your waist, and your body. His hands pushing you up against a wall, couch, counter, anywhere, to fuck you. Hip to hip, bucking and bucking. His face in the nook of neck as his pounding shows no mercy.

You’ve caught a glimpse of his abs when crouched down, peeking into the hole of the neckline. You memorized the shape of his waist, the way his pants tented up when he walked, and the soft groans that’d escape his lips when he’s frustrated.

Who can blame you? He’s insanely attractive. And you? You were weak for him. So on nights where Nanami would work overnight, you head to your home-office, sit on your couch in the dark, and touch yourself. Of course, you’d never directly ruin your couch and you did feel guilty and dirty about doing it there. You place a bed sheet under yourself for… reasons. Your hands reenact what you’d imagine him to do, to feel like, to fuck you with.

What his lips would whisper into your ear as he circles your clit with his long fingers, what position he’d lock you in, and his hips bucking into yours. Plap, plap, plap! A low whine leaves your lips as your head leans back on the couch. Would he ever come into your studio and finally fuck you? Would he shove you up on the desk and kiss you until you can’t breathe? You don’t know how it works or how it would feel, but your imagination suffices for now.

Heavier breaths and biting your lips more as the string tightens and tightens. So close

Then, you hear familiar footsteps, the distinct pattern and heaviness already embossed into your brain. Nanami!

You jolted off your couch, before you could cum, so you were frazzled to say the least. A light sheen over your chest, heat running down your back, breath heavy, and eyes glossy. Your lips were already puffy from biting yourself quiet. He was over an hour early.

You heard him make his way through the house with muffled words that you can’t quite hear. Absolutely panicked, you pull your shorts back on, still wet and unsatisfied. You walk towards your door with a shaking body, only for it to shoot out and nearly collide into you. Had it not been for your reflex to quickly step aside, you would’ve bruised up your forehead purple.

“Oh fu- Sorry,” Nanami nearly curses, eyes widened as you stumble into him. His hands plant itself on your hips to hold you up as you're pressed up against him in the dim lights. Your thin pajamas did absolutely nothing to help the situation. Without a bra on, your nipples were already pebble hard. You were 1000% sure he felt them on his own body. Why else would he freeze?

Already sensitive from the activity, your breath hitches as his hands slide up. Nanami was banging his head against the wall in his own mind. He looks down to see your shiny eyes looking back with upturned brows and puffy lips. In your pretty black pajama set, silk shorts and a slightly unbuttoned top – the lacy kind. His first thought was to question if you’d been crying, but he hates himself for the way his cock jumped as your breath got heavier. He could see the way your skin stuck to your pajamas and feel your body shaking hot.

“I- Uh, you’re back!” you blurt you, shaky hands pulling up your shorts again. He clears his own throat, nodding along, “Yes. I apologize. I should’ve knocked… But I got back a while ago and noticed you weren’t in bed. I thought you’d appear after my shower, but no… I just wanted to check on you.”

“What were you doing up?” he asks, reluctantly removing his hands from your waist. You don’t know what you exactly said, honestly. Something about prototyping an idea for your team’s next project.

Then, you see his eyes roam your room only to land behind you. His eyes examine the unlit room, everything tidy and put together except for two spaces and the bin in the corner and the couch. Not your table, that you claimed to be working on, but the couch. The bin had always been like that, storing all the miscellaneous items. But the couch, which was always tidy, had a random crumpled grey sheet in the middle and dark spots on said sheet. Prototyping in… the dark? You always do it with lights partially on.

He looks back at you, only to notice you looking away, biting your bottom lip with furrowed brows. Your left hand was tucked into a fist hiding behind the folds of your thin shirt and a sheen over your waterline. Ah.

Looking back up you see his eyes on your hand, the same hand that was down your panties. Then your eyes meet. Still and neither of you move. His dilated and shaky eyes, and yours unintentionally seductive and inviting.

It takes every single ounce of gentlemanly composure in his body to reluctantly turn around. He’s not a fool, he can figure out you were taking care of yourself. Yet the thought shook him – you laid down on your couch with your hand inside those cute shorts and moans leaving your lip. Your fingers swiping your nub to relieve all desires and needs. And if he didn’t leave now, he’d snap open the binds and swallow you whole. Why not come to me- Wait no. Stop it.

But then you call out to him, daringly so, “You- Uh, You don’t want to stay?” Eyes yearning and hand reaching out to tug on his sleeve.

“Is that an invite?” he looks back, glimmering eyes of desire peering down at you in the dim light. Well…

Now here you were, sprawled across your couch, underneath Nanami as he fucks his fingers into you, long deep strokes as you claw at the sheet beneath. Head dizzy and legs open for him, with his tucked under yours. His gaze stuck solely on your wet hole, drinking in every flutter of your body.

It happened utterly quickly. One second you thought Nanami wouldn’t have it in himself to ravish you and the next he pulled you into a desperately rushed hot kiss and pushed you back into the couch, fingers pulling at your shirt and shorts.

“‘nami! Please, just, anh!” Your voice was music to his ears. Trembling fingers wrapping into between his locks as he leans back up to see your face.

“Take it f’me,” he moans, breathless and pounding his chest as his cock pulses against his sweats, “My wife sounds so pretty just for me.”

His long fingers nimbly worked it way down your folds, gliding in and out, in and out, as his thumbs rubs gracefully at your clit. Your eyes lose focus every so often as he changes up the pace, keeping the tempo steady before going off-beat. A little faster here or a little slower there. He paid attention to the smallest sound you made – the hitch of your breath, the shudder of your sighs, and the hiccups as his pumping overwhelms you.

His eyes were blown wide, entirely amazed by the way your body reacted to him. He was no conservative, but boy did he get rock hard knowing he is the only one who has seen you like this, felt you like this! How could he not? He is the only one who gets to make these kinds of noises escape your pretty lips. Not Ophenia, not Gojo, and not Geto. No one else. Only him.

He slows his fingers, sliding them out to rub your puffy clit a little faster. You hip buck as your mouth opens in a circle of hiccuped breaths. Raising himself to meet you face-to-face, he pecks your lips, swiping his tongue, before tugging your lips into a kiss. His body cages you in, one arm settled right beside your face as the other is nestled between your thighs. Pulling away, he sets his face mere millimeters away, his breath tickling yours.

“Do you feel good?” he whispers, his index and middle fingers dragging up and down at your clit and folds. You nod your head with a hum.

“So good, really good,” you whimper back, throat tickling from the sensations.

“Yeah?” his eyes locks in on yours before scanning all the way down to see his fingers, once again, get swallowed by your tight hole.

“Yea-anh!” you choke as he thrusts his fingers inside, his thumbs matching the steady pace on your clit. Your arms claw at his biceps as he chuckles on your lips. His breath mixes with yours.

“You could’ve just come to me, you know? Instead of suffering with your needs,” he says, voice oozing in dark jealousy, “Don’t go against what you preach. Tell me what you want from me. Mild or filthy – if it’s you, I’ll oblige.”

You two barely fit on the couch, more-so him and his large frame. If you were even a little conscious, considering the haziness of pleasure, you’d notice how Nanami is practically unable to fit the depth of the couch. His only support being his forearm and bent left leg.

“‘m sorry! I will,” the cry leaves your lips louder than expected, the uneven pacing making your mind loop between almost cumming and right back to not.

“You have to. Haah! I can’t believe you keep this pussy away from me. She’s sucking my fingers in! Look,” he moans, urging you to look at the view he was seeing. And you do.

You look down to see your hole greedily swallow his fingers, clenching and melting at his meticulous work. How can you not wet nearly the entire sheet when he’s finger fucking you until your brain melts.

“Ngh! ‘nami, wait! It's 'oo much,” you plead, nails wrapping around the front of his shirt pulling him into a semi-hug, your face resting in the crevice of his neck. You smell a hint of amber wood and lavender, a mix of his body wash and wardrobe’s natural scent of cologne collection.

“Let me take care of you, hm? You'll feel good” Your blurry vision tries to make out his face, only to see an outline of messy hair (your fault) and eyes and the pads of your fingers feel the thin sheen of sweat as you pull on his neck

“Nana- Fuh,” you cry out, overwhelmed by the quick rushing waters that flow through you. Nanami notices the fast clench of your hole. Your nails digging deeper into his shoulders and your feet point out as the pleasure envelops you.

“Come on. Come on. Cum for me, pretty girl. Cum,” he kisses your neck, soft breaths urging you closer and closer to the tightening string. Your head goes dizzy from the high as your arched back connects you to him, chest to chest.

Low whines emerge from deep inside you, noise and moans you never knew you could make. You’d always thought you’re a quiet one, but his touch taught you something else – not quiet with him.

“There we go,” he encourages, pumping and pumping and pumping, letting the end of his thumb complete the job.

“My wife did so well for me.” He kisses your closed eyelids, the same ones that forced shut from ecstasy. With slowing heaved breaths, you pull on him, wrapping your arms around his back to grind yourself on him – your unclothed pussy onto the open skin right above his sweats.

“Wanna feel you more,” you breathlessly demanded with glossy eyes.

“Mm, you’re such a, ah, fuck, hpmh, tease,” he groans, grabbing you by your hips to pin it back down onto the couch. He pulls down the sweats and boxers confining his cock. No matter how many times you’ve seen his massive cock outline his pants, denting it as he walks, nothing could’ve prepared you for how thick and long it was. How… How will it-

“I’ll go slow. I promise. We can stop at any time. I swear by it,” he says shakily as he pumps and pumps his cock, looking into your eyes. You nod your head, yes.

Using the slippery liquid from your tiny hole, Nanami pumps his already stiff cock, a groan slipping from his mouth. Licking your lips, you grow wetter (if that’s even possible) at the view. Your husband flushed red as he fucks his own fist with your juices, hmphs and moans leaving his lips too.

“Do you want it? Do you want me?” You nod at his questions, opening your legs wider to let him make use of the limited space.

“Please? I can’t wait,” you beg, and he loses any shackles he’s kept on. Pulling your hips, he slides you towards his cock, a gasp leaving your lips as he does. The tip of his cock grazes the nub of between your slit.

“I’m going to ruin you,” he mumbles to himself.

He lays his cock on top of your folds, running it along your clit and sliding it down your folds. For a moment, he does just that – thrust his cock on top of your clit. Then, circling back his thick and rounded tip against your tiny hole. Adam's apple bobbing up and down, saliva dripping down his throat at the mere thought of finally getting to have you. If only he could push it in a little…

Then before he can pass through, he stops, “I can’t.” His arms retract his cock back. His mind snaps back into place, into reality and rational, as he realizes where exactly you two were.

“I can’t have you… like this,” he breathed, tugging his pants over his hard cock.

You collect your breath, brows twitching and pinned together, “Do- Do not want to? Am I not-”

His hands glide down your waist, “No, god, I want to. I truly do. Hah- You look so beautiful, it’s difficult not to, but not here.”

You sit up, tugging on his armsleeve, “then take me to bed,” voiced laced in honey. Your tongue licking your bottom lips, the soft glistening saliva coating it, “Please? I need you.”

Honestly, it wasn’t a big deal. You’ve lived with compromises and changing up your preferences to ease others. He could take you right here and you’d call it the best way to finally get a taste of it. Unconventional, but if it’s him, it's okay. But Nanami won’t - he couldn’t. He didn’t want to risk anything with you. Not with you. The one beaming light in his strenuous lifestyle. He was not going to have your first memory of this be in a dim office-room on the small, cramped couch.

So he lifts you up in one swift motion with his left hand as his right arm carries your house slippers. You don’t even need to worry about falling with his firmly gentle grip on your body, his taut muscles against the thin layer of pajamas or the lack thereof. Needy-you was different and more open. You kept pecking his jaw, wanting the attention that he already happily gave you, sliding your hands around his shoulders to skim your lips down the side of his neck. He effortlessly walks across the hallway with you in his arms. You always were a sucker from strong men.

Thud! The bedroom door slams against the wall as he doesn’t even bother to close it shut. Who will watch? His chest heaving and rock-hard cock strained against his sweats. He tosses his phone and your slipper somewhere, not caring where they land. Gently laying you on the edge of bed underneath himself, Nanami leans down to pull you into a deep kiss. Once, then twice. Then repeat and repeat. His hips bucking against yours and yours raising to meet any friction possible.

“Please! Please, hurry!” you whined, spoiled pout displayed on your face. Brows frowning as you tug his shirt. He chuckles at your rush, but he was not doing any better. He was sure he’d cum right then and there the moment you two connected. His hands desperately wander, squeezing your breast down to your thighs and back up to your hips.

“How’d I get so lucky?” he whispers, eyes half-lidded and oozing in desire.

But before he can tug his pants down to free his constrained cock, aching to fuck you, his phone rings, vibrations roaring through the bedsheets. He ignored it the first time, but once it rang again , he knew it was an important one. One that definitely calls for overtime.

“God’s sake,” he sneers, snatching his phone from wherever it was thrown.

“Hello? What is it that requires such a late night call on a weekend?” he faintly yells, brows knitted together and eyes peering at a random corner in anger. You laid there for a second before getting up to lean back on your hands.

His eyes apologize as his voice busies itself with responding to the call.

“Fine. We can get on call and discuss it in five. Half an hour is all you’re getting,” he says before hanging up with formal goodbye.

“Work?” you ask, glossy eyes and hazy mind clearing up by the second. He pinches the bridge of his nose and nods.

“Files lost by one of the interns and he accidentally deleted all of its backups from the office’s cloud software trying to copy it. I don’t even know how that’s possible,” he shakes his head, adjusting the strain in his pants.

“Oh, what? That’s horrible,” you mumble, feeling bad for all the workers involved.

“Do you have the copy?”

He sways his head, “Well, I suppose, yes. I have a backup on my USB, but it will take a while since it hasn’t been updated. That’s why Geto wants to get on a quick call to fix it so we don’t have to bother over the weekend.”

You hum, nodding your head, “Go ahead. Work is work. The quicker it’s over the better.” He gives you a straight lipped smile and huffs.

“I’ll be back. Catch up on sleep, okay? If you’re too tired, I’ll clean you up the moment I get back,” he says, leaning down to kiss your cheek.

Your cheeks burn up, “I’m fine. I’ll do it myself, hm? Don’t worry. Just come back soon.”

So, unfortunately that night you both went to sleep a little (more than a little) unsatisfied. By the time Nanami came back it was almost a quarter past midnight. After freshening up, you were absolutely knocked out from the way Nanami worked you up well, so Nanami couldn’t help but smile at your sleeping state. For once, you’re sleeping at a reasonable time.

Tucking himself under the bedsheets, he immediately goes to close any distance you two have. Nanami, who usually got nightmares of the past at least once a week, had not gotten any that entire week. Who slept more comfortably that entire week than anything in the past two decades. He does tie it back to you. With you near, any tense muscles and all contained emotions unleashed and melt away. You had to have some sort of magic to you. He was sure of it.

“Sorry, it took over half an hour,” he whispers, wrapping himself around you. His arm cinches your waist, planting his chest to your back. As close as possible. You sleepily moan from the movement when he hugs you even more.

“Missed you all day,” he whispers, knowing it would not reach your ears. He kisses the back of your head, hoping it would indirectly make up for the lost time.

As deeply as he missed you, Nanami feared labeling the emotions he felt. Always the one to be sure of himself and his decisions, he hated contradictions. So if he liked you, he needed to be sure. 100% sure it would be for a lifetime and not simply from the proximity or marriage title. And as horrible as it sounds, he is not 100% sure yet. His heart flutters at your gaze. His brain melts every time you leave the room in your beautiful outfits. His fingers hesitate to touch you in fear of wandering. But all that could not boil down into a word or an emotion. What is it? Admiration? Care? Loyalty?

One wrong move, and things could go wrong. As sure as he was, that you will stay, he couldn’t afford to hurt you from his confusion with what he believes this overall feeling is. He’s done it before, and he’ll spend his life in regret if he hurts you worse than that.

So all he can do at the moment, as someone who grew up with the responsibility of his siblings and parents, is protect the stable present, slowly work his way to create something that will last. He’ll place the blocks in the right areas so as not to topple over the correct ratio.

Whatever you need, he’ll get it. Whatever you wish for, he’ll grant. He may not know his feelings or the status of this marriage, but he knows one thing. He wants you to stay and he’ll do whatever it is in his power to make sure you will.

“If you wish too,” he mumbles, hugging you tight.

A little extra with the side characters, after Geto's house party:

As Satoru and Suguru watch you two leave, sly grins on their faces, they eye each other.

“Bet they will.” “Bet they won’t.” “... Damn it. You’re right.”

“M’yeah. Do you think everything’s okay though?” Suguru wraps a hand around Satoru’s shoulder, pulling him back into a back hug.

“100%. They’re just in a limbo. It’s not our business though. They’re adults. They’ll figure it out… Hopefully.” the white-haired shrugs.

“You look hot when you’re serious.”

“You know who else was hot?” Satoru grins.

“Me-”

“Her. Oh- Haha! Yeah, her. No offense, if I met her before you… Trust I would go for- Ack!” Satoru says.

Suguru pinches Satoru’s hip, a little bit of jealousy rising in his chest. Jealousy and greed, because maybe he also found you irresistible. You mesmerized him with the way you speak and carry yourself. Maybe too sweet on the tongue. Actually scratch that, not just maybe, he did. And Nanami would be a fool to lose you…

“You would too.” “I would too.” “But she’s his.” “Yeah… she’s his, alright.”

Nevermind. Kento Nanami, ever-so possessive and sure of himself, would never ruin his chance. He’ll go to hell and back for you. He just needs to quit setting a limit and realize.

—- Thank you so so much for waiting! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. It’s one of the first times I’ve fully committed to smut and posting it so… a little nervous, but I hope it was good! ^^

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