could you pleaseeee do one where reader uses his tie as a leash and makes him crawl whilst naked 😖😖😖 SORRY
a/n: YES YES YESSS
I'LL FOLLOW YOU
warnings: gn!reader, soft dom!reader, sub!nanami, light choking, pet play, subspace, pet names, light handjob
nanami kento was a simple man. he grew tired from always being strong and in control during his day work, leading him to crave someone taking control. it helped him relax when someone was making all the decisions for him. when someone was telling him what to do and taking control of his very being, he let his brain turn off.
right now, he was kneeling on the floor beside your desk, his head leaning against your thigh as he stared off into nothing. not thinking, not staring at anything in particular, nanami was just sitting there naked, on a cushion for his legs. your hand absentmindedly pet his hair, carding your fingers through it as you finished filling out some paperwork from a recent mission.
every now and then, your eyes would flicker back down at your handsome darling, at the way his yellow and black-dotted tie sat snuggly around his neck. a leash for your sweet puppy. he was such a smart man, but like this, he'd be dumber than bricks without your guidance.
"do you want to go to bed, darling?" you asked, sliding whatever was left of the paperwork away. it could wait another night. right now, you had better things to take care of. your hand slid down to the side of his face gently as you awaited his reply, carefully removing his glasses from his face to let him slide further into his space of dependancy on you.
"kentooo..." you cooed softly when he didn’t reply after a beat, gently urging him to look up at you with those glazed over, foggy eyes. when those brown orbs did land on you, he exhaled through his nose, relaxing more like the reminder you were there helped him. "hi darling. you ready to go to bed?"
the man kneeling at your feet nodded at you, blinking slowly with his lips slightly parted. he sat up straighter as you stood up from your chair, no longer using your thighs as a pillow. instead, you stepped around to his side, taking the end of his tie in your hand.
"come on, puppy. let's go to bed." you tell him, your voice a soft, soothing bandaid on all of his day's stresses. he slowly moves onto all fours, his knees sliding off the cushion as he begins to crawl, following your steps as you hold his leash loosely in your fist.
nanami, arches his back slightly--even though you're not looking--for the sole reason that even in his foggy mind, he knows you like it. he knows you like seeing his bare body, all yours, positioned like your little pet that he was more than happy to be. he knows how you like watching him crawl with his legs a little more spread than they should be.
the sorcerer also knows he loves the feeling of you guiding him on something as simple as where to go in his own house, that he equally knows the layout of. the way you glance back at him with a loving smile, kissing the air at him before turning back to watching where you're going, your hand pulling his leash ever so slightly to bring him closer to you, makes him nearly melt on the spot. one day, he would dissolve into a puddle of your affections and his adoration for you. he knew it in his soul.
as you entered your bedroom, your hand wrapped tighter around his tie, cutting off his air supply ever so slightly - enough to make his breath hitch and come out a little ragged. you pull a little tighter, making him choke quietly before looking up at you with watery, teary eyes. his gaze is blurry from his glasses being gone, but he can still see your eyes roaming his body, gaging his reaction.
when he whimpers softly, you tighten it more just for a second before loosening his tie again. giving him a head rush you know he loves.
"up here, puppy." she ordered softly, patting the bed and moving a hand to his ass to help him climb up. even on the bed, nanami doesn't lay down until you do first. he sits there, his legs curled beneath him and his hands on the pillow, watching you round the bed to your side. his eyes don’t leave you for a second even as you sit down. when you do lay down, you pull his leash gently to urge him down on top of you - which he easily complies to.
your hand loosely wraps around his half-hard dick, making him whine softly and cuddle closer into your side. you can feel how shivers wrack up his body and pull the blanket over the two of you with your free hand.
"shhh, my sweet darling. i'll take care of you. you behaved so well today." you praise, even though nanami was always incredibly obedient. you'd think it would kill him to go against something you wanted him to do. your hand gently moved up and down his dick, caressing it and gliding your thumb over the tip as it swelled to full hardness, leaking small beads of pre-cum.
"thank you." he whispers against your neck, always so utterly grateful for your care, your attention, and your touches. you were the only one who knew how to properly take care of him, he was sure of it.
your free hand wrapped around his tie again, pulling him closer for you to push your lips against his. the motion succeeded in silencing his thoughts and, in turn, making him cuddle closer against you like a needy puppy instead of the big, strong, smart, sorcerer he was.
what would he do without you there to take care of him?
a/n: i hope you enjoyed!! feel free to request again if it wasn't your cup of tea :) what a high it is to get requests. (p.s. what do we think about the dividers? 🤔)
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i love the idea of Nanami being so moral. Such a pencil pusher. A rule follower. And just absolutely corrupting him.
“What was that, Ken? I couldn’t hear you.” Your smile reaches your eyes, but not your mouth as you watch him writhe in front of you.
“Please, touch me. Need to— fuck— feel you.” His plea’s are muffled, your panties stuffed meanly in his maw. Your heart sings at his curses, knowing just a few months ago he wouldn’t utter more than a ‘damn’ in front of you.
“Oh, but you look so pretty like this.” You coo, letting your pointer finger trace along his muscular shoulders as you circle him like an animal waiting to strike its prey. “So desperate and needy f’me.”
And Nanami feels like he might die, feels like maybe he did and ascended to his own personal heaven. Being led around by his cock by the woman he loves and being denied pleasure by her. He couldn’t think of a better salvation, which only signals the beginning of your twisted love affair.
Your favorite show became too popular and unfortunately. Where there's popularity, there are also live actions. But seeing what they've done so far, it's really good and faithful to it's origins.
Even the actors look just like the characters. "Wow, the actor that plays him is almost as cute as (favorite character name). What do you think, kenny?"
Nanami softly strains in response. You've been bouncing on his length for mere seconds, but he's already whimpering and clutching the bed sheets. "Love," he gasps. "Y-you're going too fast." You look at him from the corner of your eye, then back to the tv.
Keeping the same pace. "You didn't answer my question, kenny." You grab the remote next to you and turn the dial to the vibrator press to his hole. Nanami's back arches, and his mouth gapes open.
"I-I'm sorry, honey-y. Please forgive me. Nnngh, he's very cute."
You turn the dial back.
"Isn't he! :D."
Can you tell it's about the one piece live action? The luffy actors toooo cyuute.
nanami spends so much time having to be the in charge, the responsible one, the "put together" one so naturally, when he’s at home he likes to let go, loosen up even
and that's where you come in
when he’s with you, he doesn’t have to be the one to decide what to do, he doesn’t have to worry about what goes where, if he’s saying the right thing, he gets to just be
that's something he cherishes more than anything
he spends most of his nights with you in bed, sometimes he’s over you, sometimes under
he does whatever you ask, keeps his hands planted into the mattress as you bob your head up and down over his length, tongue swirling as his eyes roll back
he brings them to your waist as you pull him closer, seating yourself down in between his legs before you begin to rock back and forth
he could spend forever like this he thinks, having nothing to do but listen to what you say and feel good
other nights you let him tower over you, cooing in his ear as he thrusts deeper and deeper into you, as long as he can make you feel good, he’s happy
hours are spent in between your legs, his tongue waters when your all too familiar scent hits his nose
he knows your body like it’s his own, and he doesn’t stop after making you finish, he goes again and again until you’re prying him off you
an first time writing for nanami, lmk if it’s too ooc!
summary: you snuck underneath nanami's desk and blew him during one of his meetings.
note: quick break from sukuna i suppose. i NEED nanami... sigh.
word count: 0.4K+
nanami kento wasn't a gentle man, he was a follower of the rules, always strictly professional, and he had originally planned to stay that way until you came along.
his eye-catching assistant.
you had managed so easily to get under his skin and he hated it. he hated the way you looked at him like you knew something about him that he didn't.
and just how did you manage to sneak under nanami's office desk right as his meeting started with a room full of people? he should've known. you were sneaky like that—your hands roam up his thighs—and clearly up to no good.
nanami couldn't afford for anyone to spot you, so he kept his hands clenched together tightly, resting them on the table.
how did he let it go this far? was it perhaps that maybe he liked your touch? the touch from the person he swore he hated? his own assistant?
nanami's heartbeat began to spike as you quietly unzipped his pants and took him into your mouth. he let out a choked gasp and slapped a hand over his mouth as everyone looked at him. his other hand tangles in your hair, pushing your head all the way down, your nose touching his navel in the process. you would've laughed at his antics if your mouth wasn't filled with his pathetic cock.
nanami subconsciously guided your head up and down his cock, his mind on overload.
"agh—i apologize i think i have the hiccups. continue please."
he tries hard to maintain his composure for the sake of everyone in the room but your mouth feels so fucking good that he almost wants to drool.
nanami can't take it anymore.
he ends the meeting with a quick "i believe i'll have to think about it. i'll let you know in a few hours. meeting dismissed."
once everyone is gone and the door closes, he doesn't hold back a single moan, groan, whine - anything.
right as nanami feels like he's going to cum, you pull away with an annoying pop, a grin on your face as you watch the frustration on his face rise to the surface. you finally stand, looking down at him in the chair.
"did you really think i'd let you get what you want so easily? not without a little fun of my own."
he groans, leaning back in his office chair, his neck on display, murmuring under his breath about you being a “fucking tease.”
“i’m gonna have to do something about that foul mouth, huh?” you tilt your head, eyeing him.
nanami’s jaw visibly clenches, before turning in his chair to face you, spreading his legs wider, “well then, i don’t see you doing anything about it now.”
you smile stepping closer to him, “who’s being the fucking tease now?”
you lean to his ear and he takes in a sharp inhale, “fine, i’ll show you just how much you’ll regret ever saying that.”
a/n: i contemplated over a lot of endings for this and ended up leaving it open to your interpretation. anyway, this is my first ever post with nanami so i hope you liked it!
tags: oral sex (both ways), nipple play, PIV, body worship, praise kink, nanami and reader being sappy as fuck and in love with each other
word count: 5.5k
summary: You give Salaryman Nanami all of the love and attention he deserves
A/N this fic is already posted on ao3 here also this was very briefly proofread so if there's any spelling or grammar mistakes I apologize.
You were sitting on the couch reading when you heard the keys turning in the door, not bothering to look up from your book when the door opened knowing that it could only be one person. This has been the routine every day for the last five years. He'd come home at exactly 7:00 pm not a minute later, he’d take off his shoes and jacket then loosen his tie before making his way to find you wherever you may be at.
“How was work Darling ?” You ask while turning to the next page of your book. You hear him sigh before you feel the weight of him on your thighs. Looking down you’re met with the sight of your fiancee lying face up in your lap, his blond hair had managed to break free from the gel you had watched him put in this morning. His warm brown eyes peered up at you as if you were the center of his universe. He frowns a bit before answering;
“Same as always I’m afraid, however I did talk to my boss about that promotion I was telling you about and it seems like I’ll end up getting it soon.” He sighs once more before closing his eyes, snuggling his head into the inside of your thigh. You could tell that his job was taking a toll on him. The bags under his eyes seemed to be more pronounced as of late due to lack of sleep. Kento works himself to the bone and comes home to you utterly exhausted. Most days he ends up falling asleep the second his head hits the pillow. Slowly your fingers make their way to his head finding their home in his light blond strands breaking up the remaining gel holding his hair together.
He lets out a groan of relief when he feels your fingers in his hair like he had been waiting all day for this exact moment, his eyelids fluttering when your fingers come across a particularly tender spot. Your fingers stop to also massage his scalp as you make your way around his head. You can feel him relaxing more and more as you continue massaging his scalp all of the day’s stress and tension leaving his body as your skilled fingers work their magic. Before long you slow down your movements as his breathing evens out. As your fingers come to a stop one of his honey colored eyes peaks open looking right up at you.
“Why’d you stop ?” Kento whispers with an uncharacteristic pout dawning his freckled face. The look reminds you of a child who was told they couldn’t have candy before dinner. You chuckle a bit at the man looking down at him with a heart so full of love you’re certain he can see it in your eyes.
“You looked so relaxed I thought you fell asleep, it wouldn’t be the first time you fell asleep while I did this” You say with a grin on your face thinking back to all of the other times he had fallen asleep in your lap. The man in question slowly opened his other eye looking up at you fully with a matching grin on his freckled face.
“I’m very much awake, I can assure you of that.” Kento says, shifting slightly a small frown on his face as he does so. Almost as if he was trying to find the most comfortable position he could without moving from your lap.
“Are you okay Darling? You look a bit uncomfortable.” You asked the tall man in your lap running your fingers through his hair. He let out a small sigh once again slightly shifting his long limbs contorting to fit onto the small sofa.
“Mmmm no I’m alright don’t worry yourself Love.” He mumbles in a tone you recognize all too well trying to ignore the heat pooling between his legs. Humming you continue to run your fingers through his hair dozing off until you again feel the man on your lap slightly shift his position. Pausing your finger’s movements you look down at your lover again.
“Kento you know that if you’re uncomfortable you can say so we can always move to somewhere that has more space if that’s what you’d like.” You whisper to the man a small smirk on your face. The blond looked back up at you and a flush of red appeared on his face upon seeing the look on yours.
“ I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.” He mutters, shifting his eyes away from you and instead focusing on the wooden coffee table in the center of the room. You chuckle, only Kento Nanami would try and downplay his own discomfort because he didn’t want to ‘make a big deal out of it’. You lightly removed his head from your lap before standing up stretching out your own limbs. Looking down at your fiancee you hold out your hand to him.
“C’mon big guy up we go.” You tell the taller man who now has another uncharacteristic pout on his face begrudgingly taking your hand letting you pull him up off the sofa. The blond stretched his limbs for the first time in what must’ve been an hour or two. You yourself get your first full look of him since he had left in the morning, eyes scanning your lover’s body before landing on what you assume was the leading cause of his discomfort. Kento watches as your eyes slowly widen an infectious grin covering your face.
“Kento William, is there something you’d like to tell me?” You teasingly ask the man. His face and ears now bright red, eyes looking everywhere other than at you.
“Well you see I-” The tall blond stumbles over his words trying to form a sentence. Your giggles now filling the room as you watch the love of your life try to explain why he got hard from you massaging his scalp.
“Alright Loverboy lets go.” You say with a smile grabbing his hand and having him follow you to the bedroom, his freckled face beet red as he lets you lead him.
Once the two of you had crossed the threshold of your bedroom you let go of his hand and walked to the other side of the room turning to look at your lover. A stupid lovesick grin decorating both of your faces, you loved everything about him and treasured the softer moments like this. The two of you raking your eyes over the other’s figure before you crooked your finger at him beckoning him over to you. The blond made his way over to you stopping right before your bodies touched, you reached both of your arms to cup both of his cheeks in your hands rubbing your thumbs over the sharp lines of his face.
“ Let me take care of you tonight okay ?” You say softly looking into his tired eyes. He nods his head as much as he could with your hands cupping his face, a soft smile once again crawling its way onto his face.
Leaning his head down to press a soft kiss to your lips barely even a brush of the lips before pulling back and looking at you waiting for your next move. You remove your hands from his face taking a step back to put some space between the two of you before your hands go to where his tie is sitting loosened on his neck tugging it up and over his head then you move to carefully lay it on top of your shared dresser. Making your way back to the taller man before moving your hands to where his white button up is tucked into his work slacks slightly tugging on it looking at him to make sure it was okay to go ahead and untuck it. The blond smiles before verbally giving you the go ahead.
You press your lips to his again eveloping his mouth with your own as you slowly untuck the white fabric from his pants, once it is untucked you remove your mouth from his and move your way up to the top button unfastening it before moving onto the next. After each button was undone you planted a kiss onto the newly exposed skin taking your time unfastening them. Once all of the buttons were undone you reached your hands under the shirt running your fingers over his skin moving up to his shoulders helping him shrug the fabric off. After his shirt is removed you remove your own shirt, folding the two of them before moving to lay it with his tie, turning back to the tall blond you admire his exposed torso which had softened over the years.
After making your way back over to him you press a kiss on his heavily freckled shoulder, your hands moving to fiddle with his belt buckle. Once again looking at him waiting for his permission to continue on he quickly gives it to you, his eyes slightly hazy. You then begin to unbuckle his belt, your breasts pushing into his chest as you work on removing the piece of leather from around his waist. When you’re finished removing the belt you move your hands down to the button of his pants before you can even look at him to ask he covers your hands with his own helping you unbutton his pants and pull down the zipper. He then shimmies his slacks down and off his legs leaving them in a pile on the floor. He quickly moves his hands to cup your face looking you in the eyes before saying “My Love as much as I adore that you’re wanting to take care of me and take your time if you don’t hurry up a bit I’m afraid I won’t last very long”
You giggle as you remove your own pants, the two of you then standing in only your undergarments. Kento laughs in return, slipping his briefs down his legs putting them onto where he put his slacks. You hook your thumbs under the waistband of your panties slipping them down your hips and onto the floor, the two of you finally standing there naked. You can hear Kento’s breath hitch in his throat at the sight of your bare body, you can feel yourself grow warm at the fact that even after all this time he’s still in awe of you. You take your time trailing your eyes over every inch of his body admiring the wonderful man that you get to call yours.
“You’re so beautiful Kento, I really mean that.” You say in disbelief as if you hadn’t seen him naked numerous times before. The man before you blushing even harder as his breath hitches.
“Go lay on the bed baby, let me worship you.” You purr your eyes heavily lidded. The man momentarily looks at you in awe before he follows your instructions laying on your shared bed, his head propped up on the headboard with pillows. His entire upper chest, neck, and face is a bright red paired with the way his pupils are blown sends a pang of heat between your thighs, you can feel yourself grow wetter the longer you look at him.
Making your way to the bed admiring the man before you, lifting your leg to throw it over his waist straddling yourself on his tummy. You can feel his skin immediately start to dampen from the immense slick between your thighs, he groans his head falling back as he feels it soaking his skin. You take that as your cue to start pressing kisses onto his neck, stopping every couple kisses to suck a dark spot onto his skin before moving your way down to his collarbones nipping at the thin skin there.
Once you’re satisfied with decorating his neck in love bites you trail one of your hands to his nipple, tweaking it between your thumb and pointer finger as you lower your mouth to the other one slowly closing your lips around it and sucking. Kento lets out a guttural groan at the wet sensation of your mouth on him, his eyes squeezed shut. You giggle around his nipple which makes him groan even louder, before switching to his other one moving your free hand to tweak the wet nub. Taking your time on his chest giving each of his nipples equal attention before letting his nipple go with a lewd pop looking up at his blissed out face.
“How’re you feeling, handsome?” You say your voice heavy with lust. Kento slowly opens his eyes to look at you, his brown eyes now almost completely black.
“Incredible.” Was the only word he could utter before his eyes slipped shut again and he leaned his head back. You let out a chuckle before moving to kiss your way down his torso stopping just before the patch of dark blond hair above his cock. Looking up at him once again you then move to nuzzle your nose into the patch of hair briefly before slinking even lower to where his thick cock lies in all of its glory.
Looking him in the eye you stick out your tongue and kitten lick the tip reveling in the salty taste of his precum, Kento lets out a low groan at the feeling of your tongue on him. You give the tip a couple more licks before pressing wet kisses along his shaft, the groans the blond man was letting out only fueling the fire you felt burning in your core. You make your way to the very prominent vein along the side of it, taking the tip of your tongue and lightly tracing the shape of it. Kento lets out a choked moan before he reaches a hand down and pushes your hair out of your eyes before resting it on the top of your head. He can never get over just how good your mouth on his cock feels, the warmth and wetness of your mouth paired with the downright sinful look in your eyes as you suck him always makes his body feel like it's on fire.
The feeling of his hand on your head only spurs you on prompting you to move your way back up to his tip and carefully taking it in your mouth. You start gently sucking on the tip, being sure to mind your teeth before slowly moving your mouth down, taking more of him, letting the weight of him sit on your tongue for a second then moving your head back up until you have the tip resting on your lips. You smile when you hear the small whine your lover lets out at the feeling of the cool air hitting his slightly wet cock, pressing a kiss to the tip you take him back into your mouth until you feel him hit the back of your throat. You gag slightly, removing him from your mouth once again giving yourself a moment to breathe.
“Are you alright?” Kento asks softly, sitting up and pushing your hair out of your face so you can see him. You nod your head and let out a hoarse “Yeah.” before sucking in a couple deep breaths.
After a moment you slowly make your way back to him once again taking his cock in your mouth and gently sucking on it, Kento sighs with pleasure and leans back against the pillows. You begin to lightly bob your head up and down making sure to pay extra attention to the tip as you come up. The taste of him hits your tongue once again making your eyes roll to the back of your head at the salty sweet flavor of him. After you get about half way down you suddenly pull back up to spit in your hand before taking him back into your mouth, you wrap your hand around the rest of him that you can’t reach with your mouth and slowly start stroking him. The added stimulation makes the blond man let out his loudest groan of the night, running his fingers through his own hair.
“Your mouth feels so good wrapped around me fuck” He growls, his head thrown back digging his head into the pillows.
The sight of this powerful man's head thrown back in ecstasy back arching off of the sheets blond hair, a mess from him constantly running his fingers through it makes even more heat well in your core, you can feel your arousal trickle down your thigh. Your clit hard and twitching begging for stimulation.
You find a rhythm of bobbing your head until it reaches the top of where your hand is stroking him, the speed staying constant until you can feel his muscles start to clench and his groans growing louder and louder. You can tell that he’s getting close by the way that his hands are gripping the sheets so you pick up the pace a bit, speeding up your strokes and bobbing your head faster. It's not until you feel him sit up and grab onto the hand wrapped around his cock that you stop and look at him. He grabs ahold of your chin lifting your head up and off of him a thin trail of spit connecting your mouth to his cock.
“Is everything okay?” You rasped, afraid that you had done something he didn't like. He shook his head with a chuckle.
“Everything’s fine, I just don’t want to cum so quickly,” Kento replies with a grin on his face, “Besides I’ve been wanting to taste you all day.” The blond man continues his voice huskier than before. Your eyes widen and your mouth falls open slightly, it never fails to amaze you just how much this man loves being between your thighs. Before you could even get the words out of your mouth he had managed to flip your positions to where you were now, the one on your back with him hovering over you holding himself up with his arms.
“Kento!” You squeal, a giggle bubbling up from your throat.
The man chuckles before leaning his head down to kiss you, settling his top lip over yours. A small cry escapes your throat at the feeling of his lips against yours. You reach your hands up to tangle your fingers into his now free golden locks. You could never get enough of kissing him. There was just something about the way he tastes that drives you insane, whether it was the lingering taste of the tea he drank while at work or the minty taste of the breath mint he more than likely popped in his mouth on the way home. You just couldn’t get enough of it, running your tongue along his bottom lip asking for entrance. He opened his mouth and you moaned at the taste of him hitting your tongue. You tangled your tongue with his as your fingers gripped onto his hair causing him to let out a whine. You smiled at this loving how much of a hold you have on this 6 '0 tall hunk of a man. He pulled his lips away from yours, a trail of spit still connecting the two of you. He pushed himself back up onto his forearms once again hovering over you with a matching smile of his own on his face.
“Now I do believe there was something that I said I was going to do,” He whispers to you, his eyes heavily lidded. You loved seeing him like this, his eyes dark, the lewd smirk on his face, the delicious red flush all over his body leading directly down to his cock, the tip leaking with so much precum that it was spilling down the sides of his shaft. Your breath catches in your throat a whine making its way out. Kento smiles before slinking his way down your body stopping at your breasts, he grabs ahold of one with his hand kneading it softly.
“God I love these so much.” He says before leaning his head down and taking your unoccupied nipple into his mouth rolling it with his tongue. You wail at the feeling of his hot mouth on your sensitive nipple, your back arching pushing your chest farther into his face. He moves his hand on your other breast down your stomach right to the small patch of hair resting between your thighs. You had asked the blond when he first started dating if he minded it and he gave you a deadpan look and said “Why would I care it's your body, a bit of hair isn’t going to scare me off”. After that you never brought it up again feeling comfortable with his answer.
He slides one of his fingers between your folds gathering your slick before bringing his finger to his mouth placing it directly on his tongue. He let out a groan when the taste of you hits him, his eyes falling closed as he savors the taste, licking his finger clean before removing it from his mouth.
“You’re by far the sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted. I can never get enough of you.” His voice low as he says this to you. He then moves even farther down your body until he’s face to face with your pussy, glistening in the yellow light of your room.
Kento wraps both of his arms around your thighs keeping them open enough for him to fit between them, he looks back up at you from between your legs a wicked grin on his face before he licks a broad strip from your hole up to your twitching clit. You let out a sob at the feeling, heat shooting throughout your entire body, your back arching off of the bed as your hand flies to grab his hair.
The blond man chuckles at this which causes you to whine due to the vibration of it directly hitting your core. The sight of you back arched, head thrown back with your mouth agape was one of his favorite sights.
He once again dives his tongue into the mess of arousal present between your legs, his arms pulling you closer to his face until his nose is directly against your clit. He sighed as he felt the taste of you spreading over his tongue, it was warm and a bit salty but to him it was his favorite taste in the world. He begins to eat you as if it’s his last night on earth and your pussy is his final meal. You felt like you were floating every single one of your nerves set on fire, your moans growing louder and louder as he continued. Removing his mouth causing a whine to come out of your own he takes his middle finger and carefully caresses your hole with it teasing you. Pressing the tip of it inside and then quickly removing it causes you to mewl and grip his hair even tighter to the point where you're surprised it isn't hurting him.
“Kento please don't tease me.” You whimpered tilting up your hips to try and seek some sort of friction. Your clit was achingly hard, the little bud twitching as the cool air hit it. You heard your fiancee chuckle before sucking your clit into his mouth. You let out a loud cry at the feeling of your clit finally getting some attention. As the blond sucks on your bud he once again traces your hole with his finger before sliding it in until it hits the third knuckle. You keened as you felt the sweet sensation of being stretched, his fingers were much bigger than yours and were able to reach places that your own aren't able to reach.
“F-fuck.” you moan gripping his hair to press his face closer to your core.
You can feel your body heating up sweat sticking your hair to your forehead. Your free hand reaches to grab ahold of the bedsheet, twisting it in your grasp. Kento continued sucking on your clit using his tongue to caress the bud underneath the hood causing you to practically howl at the feeling. Kento grunts, rutting his hips into the sheets trying to get some friction on his aching cock. You can feel your core tightening and your mind growing more and more frazzled. All it takes is for him to insert another finger and a long suck on your clit for the wire to snap and you were cumming all over his mouth and fingers. Kento moans as he licks your cunt clean of your orgasm, taking his time to make sure he doesn’t miss a drop of your nectar. After you're all clean he sits up, his face covered in your juices. You hold out your hands to him and he pulls you to him, you move your legs to wrap around his waist feeling his cock press into your sensitive clit.
You let out a small whimper before saying, “Wanna ride you Kento” Hearing you say this causes his eyes to widen, slipping back into the submissiveness he displayed while you sucked him off. Before he sets you down and moves to the other side of the bed once again sitting with his back propped up by pillows. You scramble over to him and throw your leg over his waist hovering over his cock. You shudder feeling the tip of him touch your entrance. Grabbing a hold of him at the base and pressing him up against your hole, you look up at your lover waiting for him to give you the okay. He looks back at you and nods, slowly you start sinking down to him. The both of you moan, still looking each other in the eye.
“Fuck you always feel so good.” Kento groans, hands gripping your hips.
Once he bottoms out you both sit there for a minute letting you get used to the stretch. You’ll never get over how good it feels to have him inside you, he always stretches you out so well just enough to make your toes curl and your eyes squeeze shut at the feeling. Your back arches as your eyes roll to the back of your head, biting down on your lip as you try and get used to the stretch. Kento himself isn't faring much better you feel so wet and warm around him squeezing his cock so well, he could probably cum just from this you always feel so good around him. The grip he had on your hips was so tight you're sure that you'll still feel it come morning.
Once the two of you are adjusted you slowly move your hips up until only the tip is inside you before dropping yourself back down until your clit is flush with the patch of blond hair sitting above where his cock rests. Your head falls back as a guttural moan rips through your throat; the feeling of being so full takes over your mind. Your eyes peek open and look down at your lover, the normally stoic and reserved man looks absolutely wrecked. His hair packed with sweat and sticking to his face, his chest flushed a deep red heaving deeply at the feeling of your tight cunt wrapped around him, His hands gripping your hips as if they were his lifeline.
You lift your hips back up before dropping them again trying your hardest to find a rhythm, speeding up as you continue.
“God Kento you feel so good stretching me so well,” You whimper nails digging into the skin on his chest.
You can feel his tip perfectly hitting the spot that turns your brain to mush in this position, you let out mewls each time he brushes against the spot. Your eyes snap open when you feel fingers brushing against your clit, the sensation causing your overly sensitive bud to sing. Looking at the man beneath you as he rubs circles around your clit, his eyes gleaming with love and adoration. While he thinks you're beautiful no matter what you always look especially stunning like this, hair crazed and drenched with sweat, pupils blown, chest heaving with pleasure. He wishes he could take a picture of you just like this with his mind and keep it with him forever.
“I love you so much, you always make me feel so good.” The blond whines his mind hazy from how tightly your cunt is squeezing him.
The sight of you rocking your hips into his clit grinding into the hair above his cock, the feeling of your nails scratching into his chest ever time he hit that special spot within you, the way your cunt squeezes around him when your clit grazes him just right was almost enough to send him over the edge.
“Always take such- shit take such good care of me.” Kento is rambling at this point getting lost in you and just how tight you feel at this angle.
The feeling in your core tightens at his words; it only takes a few more strokes on your clit for you to fall over the edge.
“Love you so much Kento shit so so much” You wail as your cunt flutters around his cock, your hips stuttering as you ride out your orgasm.
Kento groans hands gripping onto your hips letting you come down from your high, his eyes never once leaving your figure. He thinks that if he were to die right now he’d die the happiest man in the world. As you return to your body you look down at your lover before you start grinding against him again.
“You’ve been so good for me baby, letting me take such good care of you.” You say your voice hoarse. Kento whines your words making his head fuzzy and his body warm.
You pick up the pace setting a steady rhythm, hands still placed firmly on his freckled chest. You purposely tighten around him as your hips rise up causing his back to arch hands digging almost painfully into your hips.
“Please let me cum fuck making me feel so good.” The blond whined eyes squeezed shut. “Love you so much baby shit please let me cum” Kento is babbling at this point the feeling in his core tightening almost painfully.
“Go ahead and cum darling you’ve earned it.” You whisper, Kento takes this as his cue and firmly plants his feet into the mattress thrusting up into you freely.
“Thank you thankyouthankyou love you so much always so good to me.” He mumbles as he tips over the edge, his hips stuttering.
The feeling of his warm cum spurting inside of you causing you to let out a moan of your own. As Kento rides out his high you once again run your fingers through his now sweaty hair. Whispering in his ear how good he’s been for you, how much you love him, how proud you are of him.
His breathing slows down as his eyes peek open, his fingers now rubbing circles on the indents he left on your hips. You sit back up looking into his warm brown eyes, fingers still working through his hair.
“Hi.” You giggle a wide smile on your face, you don’t think he could look any more handsome than he does right now. His entire upper body flushed, hair sticking to his face from sweat brown eyes twinkling as he looks at you.
“Hi.” He says letting out a giggle of his own. He’s so utterly in love with you he thinks his heart might explode. The previous stress of his day is forgotten as he just lays there with you basking in your presence.
“I think a shower is needed darling I’m practically sticking to you.” You sigh, the feeling of your sweaty body sticking to his making you grimace.
“I wouldn’t mind you sticking to me forever.” He grumbles hating the idea of having to get up and move right now. He puts a hand on the back of your head encouraging you to lean down so he can press his lips against yours. Sighing as his lips touch yours his top lip placed firmly over your own.
“Mmmm you are so corny, you’re going to regret not showering later if we don’t go now.” You giggle, mouth still pressed against his.
Before he can protest you sit up and lift yourself off of his now soft cock, wincing at the feeling of his cum trickling out of you and down your thigh. You pull yourself up and crawl off of him, walking over to where you had placed both of your shirts, shrugging his button up on not bothering with any of the buttons and turn back to face him. His eyes lighting up at the sight of you in his shirt.
Reaching a hand out towards him you ask,
“Are you going to join me?” Kento grins before standing up and walking towards you, the both of you making your way to the bathroom.
Kento gently pats your butt as he walks past you into the bathroom making you squeak and swat at his hand. He thinks that he’s the luckiest man in the world right now if for nothing other than being able to spend the rest of his life with you by his side.
say what you want, but nanami doesn't usually initiate sex. it's not that he doesn't want to, he just can't—he doesn't know how. normally, he'll just go with the flow, letting you take the lead. he actually prefers it that way. after a long day's work, being spoiled by you is his favorite way to destress.
poor nanami hates thinking about work when he's off duty. why not help him take his mind off it for a bit? fuck him until all he can think about it you and how you're making him feel.
nanami kento is not the type of man to regret many things. regret will only take root in one's heart and turn them into a rotten monster, one filled with so much sorrow and grief that they are unable to even shift their finger. being a reformed jujutsu sorcerer has taught him such.
so, kento makes a point of always leaving without regrets and with a thousand nightmares saddled upon his shoulders. that's fine. kento is good at coping with nightmares and monsters under the bed.
yet, when you are here, smiling down at him as if you are genuinely so pleased that he's right here rather than a thousand miles away, kento is beginning to realise that he does have regrets, after all.
"come on." your palm presses flat over his cheek, cradling his jaw as if he's something fragile, or perhaps something precious. he doubts it's the latter. the both of you have been tainted with too much hurt to be anything beautiful anymore. "i've missed you so, kento. can't you give me one more tonight?"
kento should know better. after all, this is precisely why he has been avoiding dipping his toe into the jujutsu world. but favours have been demanded, and strings have been pulled, and you have held him too close, and he was back in your bed again, blinking up at you past his tears as if nothing has changed.
"too much," he murmurs. his voice isn't slurred yet, but he knows it'll be soon. kento doesn't like losing control very much for anything, but you're extremely skilled at making him give it all up for you, so he was fighting a losing war from the very start. that's fine, too, he supposes. he misses you too much to hate you for it right now.
your smile turns indulgent, a little condescending, and kento wants to kiss you so, so badly that it hurts.
"you can take it." you lean in, pressing your mouth to the crown of his head, and kento is suddenly twenty years old again with both of your arms thrown around him and your lips pressed right where you're still kissing him now, and he's leaving.
he's here now, and he's taking you the way he's never allowed himself to have you before, and nanami kento has so many regrets and every single fucking one of them wears your name and wields your smile.
"okay." kento forces himself to relax, to let you to sink into him deeper because you're here. you're right here and so is he, and if either of you are going to regret this come morning, then kento will do something worth remembering as well.
"good boy." he earns himself another kiss, to his hairline this time, and your hands tighten around his hips. kento lets out a sigh, sinking into the mattress underneath him, and finally allows himself be swallowed by the weight of your presence caging him in at the moment.
when you start moving, kento's heels dig into the small of your back and an ugly, desperate sound escapes his lips. before his hands can curl around the sheets, you catch them in your own. your fingers are intertwining themselves with his, and kento can only exist with awe as both his hands are pressed against the mattress on either side of his head. you press down on him, using it to anchor yourself as your hips keep fucking into him with steady pressure, and kento realises belatedly that half the reason why you can let go of your grip on his hips is because of his own legs caging your waist.
a soft sound escapes kento's throat at the sight; a whimper, a moan. you catch onto it, smile, and kiss it away as if it's a bruise that needs to be healed.
and, well. kento hadn't realised it until your mouth is sealing over his that it is— he feels raw all over, an exposed nerve flayed open above burning fire, suffocating all over, but he doesn't think he has ever felt more alive than he does in this moment. the sheets stick to his skin, and his hair is plastered against his forehead, and you're still looking at him like he's a miracle.
"kento." your voice is heavy, laden with the sound of your pleasure and exertion. kento has never heard his own name sound that way before: carrying so much weight, so much affection and reverence. it's terrifying.
it's beautiful. he has never felt more beautiful before.
he murmurs your name in return, clenching down on you, and he is entranced by the sight of your fluttering eyelids, of his name once again drifting from your lips in a feathery sigh. kento's own breaths stuttered at the sound, and he wants this all of a sudden. he wants all of it back. he wants you back.
nanami kento does not bode well with regrets, but you are one of the very few things in the world worth regretting. he regrets not listening, not asking you to come with him, not doing every single hideous and ugly thing he had thought of but never dared to commit. he regrets a whole lot of things all of a sudden, and it should feel like a burden but it feels like catharsis instead.
because in spite of his regrets, you are still here. years have passed by, and neither of you had stood still while waiting for the other, but you had still allowed him to carve a tiny, fleeting space into your life. it should be arbitrary, but it isn't. it isn't.
kento's back arches when he comes, fingers squeezing around yours, and his eyes roll back so far into his skull that he swears he can see the gods he doesn't believe in him smile at him. this is your second chance, they all seem to be saying to him, and kento doesn't actually need them to tell him that. he knows, and he intends to seize it.
he feels you fill him up, following his high swiftly after, as he shakes through the aftershocks. your voice reverberates from your chest and over to his ribs, rattling his heart and lungs, and kento can't breathe all of a sudden. i can have this, he thinks, dazed and high off sex and dopamine and revelations. i can have all of this.
you lift yourself up from him slightly, torsos still pressed against each other's comfortably. you're turning your head, likely about to ask him if he's doing okay because you're a good person like that, always have been a good person like that. even in his darkest moments, kento has always known your kindness. in the pits of hell, you are his light. you are what guides him back to port; you are what guides him back here, in hell or in heaven, he doesn't know anymore. this must be hell because it reeks with death, but you are here so it must be heaven. it is neither and it is both and it doesn't matter because kento is here with you and heaven or hell, both can be conquered as long as you were with him.
kento tries his best to live a life without regret and with such in mind, he reaches out and chases your lips with his. "don't go," he murmurs, soft against your lips, soft enough he hopes that you will see enough of it in him to at least hesitate before you go. "stay the night."
he never had to worry. your hand untangles from his, curling around his nape, and then your mouth his slotting over his once again. "okay," you tell him, just as soft. "i'll stay."
