Hello!! GN Reader here!! I'd like to get a scoop of 🍨 with 🎉 in 🟣. For Nanami, please. He's my favorite lil goober :3
⌞KENTO NANAMI⌝ (3)
Cw/Tw— pregancy, Nanami in heat, baby fever, kinda rough, knotting
Tags—Pre-established relationship, GN!Reader, Nanami has a knot, 1.5k WC
Sundae Order— 🎉,🍨, 🟣 ABO au where Reader and Nanami are lovers trying for a baby!
Nanami, who’s always loved you even in the beginning—he had the biggest crush and yet somehow he hid it so well.
Nanami, who was ecstatic when you asked him to be your boyfriend and very embarrassed because he thought he should’ve asked you…
Nanami, loves thinking back to that sweet simple start and now here he is.
Nanami, who’s deep in rut. Hasn’t had a moments peace, and he’s trying to stay in his right mind. Little did he know you had something you’d been wanting to ask for a while now.
Nanami’s phone dings. A pretty heart for your name popping up and reading, “what do you think about kids?”
Nanami was certain you just set him on fire. Dumped him in lava. Threw him into the sun.
❤️:”I’ve always wanted kids… if you don’t though we don’t have too!”
Nanami:”I’d love kids. Though wouldn’t you want to be married before we even are discussing children?”
❤️:”I’ve never been traditional soooo-“
❤️:”When are you free to start trying?😘”
Nanami, knows you’re joking! But he’s up, grabbing his phone and keys, and he’s out the door.
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You hear the familiar sound of the door opening, and in rushes Nanami, his cheeks flushed and his breath coming in quick gasps. His eyes are dilated, and there's a wild, desperate look in them that sends a shiver down your spine. He's in heat, and it's clear that your text has sent him into a frenzy.
"Sweetheart!" he calls out, his voice hoarse with need. "I'm here. I'm ready."
He kicks the door shut behind him and strides towards you, his movements predatory and focused. "You want a baby? I can give you one. Right now."
He stops in front of you, his chest heaving as he looks you up and down, his eyes filled with hunger. "I want it. I want to make a baby with you. Let's do it. Right now."
He reaches out, his hands trembling slightly as he cups your face, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks. "I love you. I want this. I want you."
He leans in, his forehead resting against yours as he takes a deep, shuddering breath trying to steady himself. You can feel the heat spilling off of him and it’s almost too much—so overwhelming.
You look up a bit startled the smell rushing in and flooding your apartment quickly. Your face flushing deeply as he’s holding your cheeks, “Ken- hey baby-! I didn’t know you were in heat I’m so sorry!”
You swallow trying to not let the warmth get to you as well but you could feel the arousal pooling. You feel slightly bad about the texts but have to think quickly now. Are you ready for a baby right now—and if yes is Nanami in the right mind too?
You shake your head and smile leaning in and kissing Nanami—discarding concerns and caution like a receipt, “Well let’s make you a proud daddy hmm? Get undressed then help me get undressed, sound good, good boy?”
Nanami's eyes soften at your words, and he leans into your touch, a small smile playing on his lips.
"Honey," he murmurs, his voice a low growl, "I'm always ready for you. And I'm always ready to make you happy."
He pulls back slightly, his hands moving to his clothes, and he starts to undress quickly, his movements eager and hurried. "God you’re too perfect. You’re going to look so good, I can’t wait to take care of you and our baby."
He kicks off his pants, his eyes never leaving yours as he reaches out to help you undress. His hands are gentle but firm, and he takes his time, savoring the moment as he reveals your skin to his hungry gaze. "You're so beautiful. So fucking beautiful. I can't wait to put a baby in you. I can't wait to make you mine in every way."
He leans in, his lips capturing yours in a deep, passionate kiss as his hands explore your body. "I love you, Honey. More than anything. And I can't wait to start a family with you."
“Mmh, good!” You happily chirp and sit back on the couch to let Nanami get a good view as you reach down to spread yourself, “well come here then big boy. Give it to me, fuck me till you can’t.”
Nanami's eyes darken with desire as he takes in the sight of you spreading yourself open for him. A low growl escapes his throat, and he quickly climbs onto the couch, positioning himself between your legs. His hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your skin as he aligns himself with your entrance.
"Fuck," he groans, his voice strained with need. "You look so fucking perfect like this. So ready for me."
He pushes into you slowly at first, letting you get comfy, but his control slips quickly. He starts to move with a fierce intensity, his hips thrusting against yours as he comes undone above you.
"Gonna fuckin breed you," he grunts, his voice a low, desperate sound. "gonna put a baby in ya. Gonna make you mine forever."
His movements become more frenzied, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as he fucks you with a wild abandon. "You feel so good-! So tight and perf- hng! So perfect!”
He leans down, his teeth finding your shoulder and latching on to create a pretty ring of red. You gasp from shock, pleasure, and pain—a blurry mix as your poor body’s being stuffed and slammed into with such a force. Yet still, you can feel Nanami’s holding back.
Nanami's body is a symphony of raw, unbridled desire as he moves against you, his hips rolling and thrusting with a primal rhythm. The couch creaks beneath the force of his movements, the sound blending with the wet, slapping noises of your bodies coming together. His breath is hot and ragged against your neck, each exhale a growl of pleasure and need.
"Fuuuucckkkk," he groans—voice a guttural sound that vibrates through his chest and into yours. His cock twitching inside you, each thrust frantic, stretching you, dipping against sweet spots. You can feel every vein, every ridge of him as he moves, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body.
Your breathing coming in short, sharp gasps, your nails digging into his back as you hold on—your body arching to meet his thrusts. The pleasure is intense, a burning, hungry fire that starts in your core and spreads outward, making your toes curl and your vision blur.
Nanami's thoughts are a jumbled mess of love and lust.
*’I love you so fucking much. I want to give you everything. I want to make you so happy. I want to see you get round with my baby. I want to take care of you, protect you, love you forever.’*
His internal monologue a chant of devotion, a shattered fragment of its once calm and collected thoughts. Now desperate, Wild, and focused only on you.
He leans back slightly, his hands gripping your thighs as he spreads you wider, his eyes locked on where your bodies are joined.
"So fucking tight," he groans, his voice a low, desperate sound. "So perfect. I can feel you gripping me. You're gonna milk me dry. You're going to take every fucking drop I have to give."
His movements become more erratic, his hips snapping against yours hands pinning your knees to each side of your head. The couch creaks louder as he presses you down. His body is slick with sweat, his muscles tense and trembling with the effort of holding back his release.
You can feel your own release building, your body coiling tighter and tighter as he fucks you with a wild abandon. So lewdly pushed into this mating press—feeling his balls smacking against your ass, the sweat dripping from you both.
"Ken-!," you gasp. "I'm close- I'm so close!”
He leans down, his teeth finding your nipple, biting down gently as he sucks, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your core. "Cum for me," he gravels, his voice a low, commanding sound. "Cum all over my cock. squeeze me good~”
His body tenses, his movements becoming jerky and uncoordinated as he nears his own climax. You on the other hand grip and squeeze gasping feeling the coil in you finally snap—walls squeezing and clenching, fluttering as your hips jerk. White sparks dancing behind your eyes as you feel yourself squeeze around him and the way his cock pushed into your sweet spots.
"Fuck," he chokes panting like a dog, a bead of sweat slipping off to plip onto you. "I can't hold back. I can't-!”
You feel the heat first then the growing bulb smacking against your entrance. Like a mom packing the freezer, lord he’s gonna make that knot fit. It’s hot, heavy, and the sting of the stretch makes you whimper—choke even.
With a heavy push it pops!—Into your gummy, sticky walls. Thick warm spurts painting your guts as he makes desperate last little thrusts basically whimpering like a dog. You whimper and he finally looks up from your overstuffed hole and red cheeks to you with a sloppy tired sideways smile.
“Sweetheart… will you be ready for a round two in an hour? Just to make sure you are thoroughly bred of course.”