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Illicit Toasts // 1920s!Nanami Kento x F!Reader

Summary: The prohibition of alcohol didn't stop people from getting their hands on it. It only made them find places where they could get their fill of giggle water in illicit establishments filled with booze, music, and social life. For Nanami Kento, however, alcohol was merely an excuse to visit this speakeasy. Yet, he did go to that place to get his high on something, someone else.

Word Count: ~5.1k

CW: 1920s AU (focused on the prohibition era), fem!reader, singer!reader, strangers to lovers (kinda), fluff (kinda), pining kento, mentions of alcohol, alternate between 3rd person and 2nd person.

A/N: first, you can find the artist of the fanart here! second, there is no doubt in my man that my man would look amazing in the 1920s aesthetic, look at him. i was thinking about this for a while and the covers from the postmodern jukebox helped. am i thinking about writing more about this AU? maybe, especially if people are into it. 1920s! Nanami Kento, you will always be famous.

Just what was he doing here? Coming back and pretending it was just for some booze that he could easily stash at home with the promise of some quietness and privacy?

Nanami didn’t know the answer. As he puts his wallet into his coat, he tries to think of one with no avail. He didn’t know why his feet kept walking towards that damned speakeasy as if it were a part of his routine. It felt as if his body got the best of him despite his mind telling him it was a bad idea to come to a place like this as someone of his reputation.

He was wealthy, had a nice job, a status that put him high on everyone’s list on his appearance alone. He felt like he was risking it all by just coming here. Nanami had the means to contact a bootlegger and get that alcohol he used as an excuse to come here. A bar that could get raided at any moment and put him in jail by just being there. It would be his ruin if that were to happen.

No money.

No job.

No status.

But despite it all, he still walked towards that door. Knock. Knock, knock. Knock. Knock. A pattern he memorized the first time he came here when a friend of his implored him to accompany him for a drink. Little did he know back then how much he would play this rhythm against the rusty door with a dimly lit room behind it, full of chatter, drinks, and entertainment for those who were willing to risk it.

Funny thing is that, though Nanami is a heavy drinker, he is a loner at that. Those extravagant parties held by people of his status were too luxurious for his taste, he only attended them to keep his connections intact and for the promise of booze. He much prefers to drink in the comfort of his own home. No superficial conversations. No drunks trying to flirt with him or overstep his boundaries. But to drink for the joy of it rather than to survive the event.

He was about to turn around after questioning why he kept coming here when the door opened, a voice greeting him into the bar. It reeked of the smell of old wood, strong liquor, the dreaded tobacco smoke, and the light colognes and perfumes mixing together as they escaped out the door and into his nostrils. It was a last warning. Though he was still standing at the foot of the door, he could still change his mind and leave to get his fill back home. The unique smell reminded him not only of what awaited him if he entered but also brought a sense of tension. Was all this secrecy and feeling of rebellion against a law that prohibited some fun worth everything he worked so hard for?

But that warning fell on deaf ears. Ears that were busy welcoming the real reason he was coming back in the first place. It was not the alcohol, it was never the reason why his body walked the streets until he reached this door. It wasn’t a taste or a smell. It was a sound and a sight.

It was the pretty singer who held her own against the band and rose above the chatter as more than mere background noise to fill the air.

You.

He still remembers the first time he saw you on that stage. He could barely understand what his friend was talking about when they brought him here. He was busy looking at you and hearing the pretty voice that captured his attention the moment he walked in. You didn’t seem to mind the fact that people were too caught up in their own conversations or the delightful buzz their whiskey and bourbon brought instead of hearing the music. But to him, it was the complete opposite. He couldn’t take his eyes off you, take you off your mind nights after seeing you for the first time. You brought him a high no liquor had brought before and you don’t even speak to him. You were just doing your job, a living by singing in this dimly lit bar full of patrons breaking the law. You were the star of this speakeasy.

Tonight was no different.

Your voice stood out from the chatter that filled the room, dripping in a silky passion that lured him into stepping in and taking a seat at the bar. It was obvious you weren’t performing for anyone but yourself. The way you sang each song, each lyric, was intoxicating to Nanami. It was like a spell that drew him in further into this attraction he felt for you. It was always such a raw performance he could only describe as passionate and immersive. He could hear how you felt every emotion from your voice alone. Vulnerable, intense, alluring. To think he could list everything he heard in your voice would be an impossible challenge he would gladly take.

But your looks came along and he knew it was over. Your performance was more than just your voice, but also the way you moved. You were a temptress, sensuality in its purest form. Swaying side to side at the rhythm of the keys and strings, almost as if your hips marked the tempo for everyone to follow. But you were more than that. It wouldn’t be fair to see you as sex-on-a-stick that others had reduced you to. Not when you had this bright and cheerful smile on your face every time he saw you on that stage. Or when you did these little gimmicks with your gloved-covered hands that always captured his attention as you acted the lyrics. One thing was certain: the way you looked and performed told him you were having the time of your life up there.

He could see it in your face alone. Your face, your angel face that told him how much fun you had when singing. It was as if you were one with the music and wanted to keep it that way. Showing each and every emotion of the song as if you wrote it yourself. Dancing and acting as if no one was watching. He admired that. It drew him into you. Authenticity was written all over you, displaying so many parts of you and showing this energy of yours that made you much more complex than anyone in his class.

There was no doubt. You were a performer through and through.

But to him, you were this enchantress. Seduction follows your every move and sound. You looked so confident, so comfortable on that stage surrounded by liquor and smoke that others were so distracted by, missing the real deal. The straight loose dresses you wore with fringes and beads that moved with you, the pearls that added an elegant touch, the gloves that covered your skin, the t-strap shoes that clicked with every step, and that makeup that wrapped everything together.

You looked like a doll, shining in the spotlight and surrounded by this lively and strong aura he couldn’t help but be attracted to. So addicting like the glasses of whiskey he drank, but much sweeter.

As another number came to a close, you bowed at the audience. Even if you didn’t receive much applause, you didn’t care. You know what comes with being an entertainer at these places: barely any recognition and a lot of cons such as getting arrested for even being here. But you loved it. The ambiance was calm, nothing too crowded or loud to keep the place safe from a police raid; the lights added a sense of secrecy and sensuality that you were all in for, and the best of all, the pay. Jobs like this were hard to come by, those that paid you to do what you liked.

Even if your day job brought you a lot of tension and stress, it was this gig that allowed you to shake those feelings off and let loose. Shine like the way you were supposed to, be treated like a person and not a number or some airhead. Sure, you were often shaken off as part of the background of a rebellious experience that people were quiet about. But it was tit-for-tat—go through hell by day and live the crème de la crème at night. No family to control you, no boss to scold you for no reason, and no judgemental looks for not being a mother or married.

You looked back at your band, clapping at them for their performance so far with a bright smile. You quickly excuse yourself, asking them to play a few songs without you as you go and fetch yourself something to drink. All this smoke made your throat dry, which was a no-no for a performer like you.

Making your way to the bar and asking for a light drink—the bartender’s choice being a bee’s knees—you notice a blond man with his elbow resting on the bar. You looked at him, instantly seeing the signs that he was of a higher class than the usual patrons. Tailor-made suit in a pristine condition fitting him perfectly, the material looking expensive from how soft it looked alone. Handsome face free of facial hair, his skin probably as smooth as one can be, something not many had the privilege of due to tight schedules or lack of resources.

The drink was a dead giveaway. From the looks of it, it seemed to be whiskey neat. Most people opted for the much cheaper beer, not for something like whiskey. Let alone neat and not on the rocks. It told you it was someone who had the privilege of drinking enough to be able to handle the harshness of it and its expensive price.

Not only that, but the drink seemed unattended as told by the way his hands were further enough from the glass. People normally downed their drinks if they were alone, the lack of another glass near him told you he was probably on his own tonight. But no. He didn’t seem in a rush to drink or be accompanied by someone. He was alone at a bar with a drink he hadn’t sipped from during the alcohol prohibition. What are the odds?

You think of starting a conversation with the man, intrigued about him, when the bartender handed you your drink. You smiled at them, thanking them for their service as you took the glass by their stem and brought it to your lips. Honey, lemon, and most importantly, gin invade your mouth as you taste the forbidden drink. Sure, alcohol isn’t the best thing to drink when performing a set, but it’s not like a sip once in a while hurt. Especially with how hard it is to get these drinks when one doesn’t have the means, working at a speakeasy seemed like a blessing.

Your thoughts are interrupted before you set the glass down, the blond at your side snapping you out of them with his velvet voice. It was a few words, but they were enough to detect a certain elegance that matched his appearance. Modesty and opulence easily summarize your impression of the man before you.

“Your performance was lovely.” He said nonchalantly, turning his body to face you as his hand wrapped around the glass of whiskey.

It’s not like people didn’t compliment your singing. They did…once they were drunk or when they were seeking attention. But compliments from someone who looked like him? Sure, he sounded casual about it and it almost made you think he was being sarcastic. But when you turn to look at him, ready to give him your usual “you can give it a go if you want” answer, you see that he was being genuine. He was waiting for a response patiently, his thumb caressing the side of his glass. There was something in his expression you couldn’t quite place, it seemed like nerves but there was no reason to feel like such.

You flash him a small smile, nodding your hand towards him. “Thank you, I’m sure it would’ve paired so well with your drink. Shame that it seems unattended.” He looked at you puzzled, looking down at the drink in question before turning back to you. “I was not aware that one could pair alcohol with performances. Especially with everything going on right now.” “Then you’re missing quite the opportunity. Neat whiskey? Jazz and blues pair up well with it, which is our set for tonight. You’re lucky the band is still playing as we speak, you can still enjoy the combination of taste and sound.” You smile, looking back at the band and then back at him.

He wastes no time to take in your silence as an invitation to try the multi-sensorial experience. You see him swirl the liquid in the glass, the piano and trombone standing out from the band of instruments, and then taking a sip as he lets the alcohol wash over his mouth to savor it.

He chuckles, his brows jumping once in delight as turns back to you. You raise your eyebrow, now waiting for his response.

“My first thought when pairing alcohol is usually food. I’m afraid I’ll have to start thinking about what I will be doing when drinking a certain drink.” He says, his eyes showing that delight when he turns to you.

“Hopefully you keep that idea long after you leave this place. It’s quite fun to pair things with others we haven’t thought of before.”

“Really? Is your drink especially paired with your performance tonight?”

You look down at your own drink, taking it into your hand and bringing it to your lips for a small sip. You nod at the taste, the fresh taste of gin swirling on your tongue while the smooth run of the trombone plays in your ears.

“Absolutely.” You say with a small chuckle.

The man before you decides to stand up, pushing the stool back as he does. He turns his body to face you completely, a soft and calm expression decorating his face as he looks at you in what could only be curiosity. But this one is different from the curious looks you usually get. It’s not perverse or mere amusement. It’s as if he’s finally living a moment he thought of for a while, a moment he thought would never happen. It’s different and unexpected, sure, but it’s new. His expression almost leaves you breathless, now becoming curious as well.

He extends his hand to you, his eyes never leaving your face as a blink-it-and-you’ll-miss-it smile decorates his. Though others would think his expression is firm and stoic, his eyes tell you otherwise just like his voice does. That velvet voice of his drips from his lips once more.

“Kento Nanami. May I ask for your name, miss?”

Your name sounds just like the melodies you are so used to singing on the stage. It is a smooth and harmonious sound that goes easy on his ears when you say it. He couldn’t fight the smile on his face for long, showing it for a second as he felt you reach out to his hand and shake it. It was only for a second, but it was enough to know how dangerous you were becoming to him.

With your hand on his, he turns it around and kisses the back of it like the gentleman he is. It’s soft and gentle, not wanting to come off strong as if you’re only an object to him. You weren’t and he wanted to treat you with the respect you deserved. Nanami’s lips soon leave your gloved-covered hand but his hand still holds you carefully, looking up at you with gentle calm eyes.

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” He says, sure that if he were to say your name it wouldn’t sound so angelic like you say it. He drops your hand near your lap, careful to not be so harsh the moment he lets it go.

Shaking him up like this with only your name? He never planned for you to have this effect on him, let alone this quickly. He never thought he would be drinking next to you, finally having a name for that gorgeous smile that shined on the stage. He didn’t think life would be able to bring you two together even if it was for a few minutes.

Your voice was as pretty when speaking as it was when singing, the sound of your name sounding like every other night you performed on that stage. He couldn’t help but repeat it out, lucky enough to play it off as if he was just checking if he heard you right. That in itself was an irony considering all the trouble he went through every night he wanted to hear you sing.

And now he was hearing you speak to him.

The band playing as the rest of the speakeasy melted away and it was only you in his view and ears. You were an arm’s away from him and it was a chance he had to take, at least to compliment your performance. Not just of tonight’s but of every night, even if he wasn’t there to hear it. Soon that compliment led to small talk that then led to presenting each other. Now here he was, immersed in the casual conversation between you two.

No stocks, no gossip, no work. Just chit-chat in which he didn’t need alcohol to push through it like he does at big events at work or with people he’s forced to spend time with. It was talking for the pleasure of it. Something an introvert like him found reserved for certain people. But here you were, able to sneak past that detail of his and put him at ease despite all the giddiness he feels inside him from finally being able to speak to you.

You didn’t seem that much different off-stage. You were lively, charming, and able to hold your ground. But you were also much calmer, casual, reserved even; though not to the extent he is. It simply confirmed to him that you were a hundred percent yourself when you were performing, authentic to yourself even if you weren’t showing all parts of yourself. You still had that welcoming energy in and out of the stage.

Your body was facing his just like he was facing yours as you two sat at the bar with your drinks. He was finally taking sips of that ignored whiskey long after he ordered it while you had allowed him to take up your small break. It wasn’t the most interesting conversation in the world, to be frank. But if any of his friends saw him at the moment, they would know Nanami was hanging onto every word you said.

“I’m more of a hermit.” He starts, setting his drink down at the bar. “I do drink with friends and explore these speakeasies, but I much rather enjoy a drink in the comfort of my home.”

“Oh, so you’re able to afford that luxury of owning alcohol?” You smirk at him, tilting your head towards him. You sigh, relaxing your shoulders with your hands on your lap. “Although, I understand. I get overwhelmed in crowded places and would drink privately if I could.”

“Overwhelmed? A singer?” He raises an eyebrow at you. He wasn’t teasing you or being sarcastic by any means. He knows it could come off that way, but he was intrigued. You seemed comfortable when you sang, dancing around as you became one with the music and the world disappeared.

“It’s different!” You laughed softly, bringing your glass to your lips. “I like singing and people don’t really come to these places looking for music. They come for this.” You gestured to the wall stocked with all kinds of liquor, a quantity that could lead everyone working at the establishment to be imprisoned. It’s a wonder the police haven't found this place, neither of you would be here at the moment conversing. “I am just part of the experience but not the main attraction. That lets me act like there’s no one around.”

Nanami nods. Though he completely comes to this bar for the opposite reason, he can see how it is easy for you to shake off the nerves and get behind the microphone. If you were only a prop that added to the illicit and almost seducing ambiance for people to drink in, then you could let loose and not many people would remember it. That and because some drank to the point of blackout.

“I see, not much of a people’s people, are you?”

You shrug your shoulders, pursing your lips. “I like the stage, I like to perform. I don’t mind people, but sometimes it can be too much to have all that…energy at all times.”

Nanami chuckles, knowing that feeling too well. Sure, he wasn’t a performer like you. But he had to deal with numerous people at work, at social events, and in his everyday life. Be polite, never turn down a conversation too quickly, talk about the work he hated, pass time with people who only saw him as a walking wallet or an eye candy, and live up to his status’ expectations…he was much more comfortable with his privacy.

“I understand. Guess it’s part of work, is it not?”

You nod, a sympathetic smile coming to your face as you bring your drink close to your lips. “Part of life to be honest.” But before you take a sip, you knit your eyebrows as you look down at it. You turn your attention back to Nanami, lifting your drink in the air with a much more genuine smile, and say, “Cheers, for being able to hold up for this long.”

He feels the same giddy feeling from earlier creep up to him again, shaking them off as he takes his glass and clinks it with yours gently. He cheered for other things all the time. This shouldn’t be any different just like giving a compliment to a stranger.

Maybe it is because this time is much more genuine than all those times he had to tolerate rather than celebrate.

“Cheers then.” He hums. Pulling the glass back and lightly raising it towards you, he savors the strong earthy notes of his whiskey. He has tasted this flavor before many times, but tonight, the bitterness felt much less overpowering thanks to your presence.

Much to his disappointment, the moment is cut short when your head turns towards the stage. He looks in the same direction, the cello player throwing his head back to signal you that you need to come back for the next set of songs. You sigh, slowly standing up from your seat with the drink still in hand.

“Duty calls.” You hum, looking at Nanami with a gentle smile. “This was fun. Maybe you should start sitting closer to the band rather than being all the way here.”

Nanami knits his brows, confused and intrigued by your insinuations. Before he can ask about what you mean, you quickly jump in to clarify it yourself.

“I get on that stage almost every night, I would be a poor performer if I didn’t recognize my audience.” You take a last sip of your drink, placing it on the bar for the bartender to take it away as you thank them with a smile.

Nanami feels his heart race. He didn’t know he had come so much to the point that you recognized his face. He thought he would pass unnoticed on each of his visits, becoming a wallflower that no one would interact with but the bartender. Looks like he was wrong. You of all people noticed him.

He takes a quiet deep breath to calm his speeding heart, his face facing you completely. It could be the whiskey talking, the liquid courage guiding this whole interaction that he thought would never happen otherwise, but he decided to take the chance and say.

“I’ll make sure to get the best seat.”

“I’ll make sure to save it for you.” You answered back, a soft chuckle escaping you.

You take a few steps away from your seat, slower than when you were coming from the stage to the bar. You then turn your head to look back at Nanami, hands coming together in front of you.

“You should get gin if you come next week. We’ll play swing and I find the combination quite wonderful.”

Nanami hums, the smallest of smiles escaping his stoic front as he looks at your polite and fairly demure behavior. He notices the ways your eyes grow shy as you wait for his response, understanding that it is an invitation to come next week.

“I’ll get gin then.” He assures you, his heart beating quite hard now despite the tranquil effect whiskey always has on him.

You smile. A bright smile that could have brightened this dim speakeasy on its own. You nod as you add, “Thank you for the chat, Mr. Nanami. Don’t be a stranger, please.”

And with that, you turn back to the band, a light pep on your step as evident by the way your dress’ fringes jump.

Nanami turns back to the bar, looking down at the empty glass before him and then at the glass you were drinking from. He sees the bartender take both away and asks them for another glass of whiskey as jazz begins to play again.

His feet once more guide him to you, walking through alleyways and empty streets long after the sun had set down with the moon and stars keeping him company. His mind is much quieter this time than the last, now aware that logical questions and should-statements were impractical to ask when it came to this new habit of his.

As he walked on the street that had the downward stairs that guided him to the seemingly unsuspicious door in the neighborhood, he was greeted with the sight of a few police officers who appeared to be heading to the same place as him. They were quite the number and Nanami knew what it meant. The warning that his heart was sending through his veins caused his steps to speed up to the policemen, gulping any sight of uneasiness down before he spoke up.

“Gentlemen, evening.” He bowed his head at them, his tone ever so neutral at this moment as if this were just another negotiation he did every day at work.

The men turn to him, inspecting his appearance before saying a thing. They bow back at Nanami with one of the policemen taking a step forward to him and taking out his badge for him to see.

“Evening, sir. I’ll have to ask you to evacuate the area, we’ve received reports of illicit production and sale of alcohol in this area and we will enforce the law on everyone at the establishment. A law-bidding civilian like yourself should save the trouble of witnessing such enforcement.” He warns, acting all high and mighty with Nanami as if they hadn’t met before.

Nanami takes a step forward to the policeman, digging out his wallet and pulling out a couple of bills that he then keeps in his hand. He smiles politely at the man.

“Officer, I appreciate the warning. I am afraid that there are no such activities in this area. I want to save you the trouble of wasting your time so you can be able to enjoy your evening as well. After all, there is no issue with enjoying yourself, is there not?”

Nanami reaches for the man’s hand, pretending to shake his hand as he places the money in the palm of his hand. To anyone walking by, this is just a citizen thanking and warning the law. To them, it is just business.

The officer smiles at Nanami, hypocrisy slipping through in the smell of cheap beer as he nods. He turns to the rest of the policemen, telling them that they got false input and that they should just head to their usual patrol around the north side of the city. The men bid farewell to Nanami, silently thanking him.

Nanami sighs once they are gone, leaning against the staircase fence. They were the same officers as last week, he isn’t stupid. The condescending tone alone told him that much. He is lucky he has a good job. Otherwise, he would have to buy cheaper alcohol if he kept using his money to bribe the cops away from there.

After a few minutes, Nanami walks down the stairs to the door that would’ve been busted open had it not been for him. Knock. Knock, knock. Knock. Knock. The pattern that is now ingrained in his body makes his heart race in anticipation. He walks in, almost sitting by the bar as he remembers your words from last time when he sees an empty seat for one closer to the band. You weren’t kidding last time…

Nanami walks towards the said seat, still a bit further from the stage since it is set by the wall. But as he sits, he notices there’s a reason why you specifically save this spot. He notices you recognize him, your smile beaming while you’re performing the swing set you mentioned last week. It was a clear and unconstrained view of the singer. No chairs in the way, no paths that others could take that would block the view for either of you, and no light that shone too brightly on either of you that would make it seem as if you were just a flash of light. It truly was the best seat.

But what made it better was the fact that you kept looking at him during your act, catching each other’s eyes without a doubt in mind that it was him you were looking at. No one else.

His heart races, more than it has ever before at this speakeasy. It wasn’t the thrill of drinking his negroni that contained the gin that was so prohibited at the time. It wasn’t bribing the law and breaking it. It wasn’t the girls that looked at him and tried to flirt with him. None of that made his heart race and the drink wasn’t helping ease that feeling down.

As he realizes the reason for his heart practically beating out of his chest that it would have run out of this bar from the sheer force, he looks at you. You, you, and only you as you swirl your pearls around your finger with a soft hum for everyone to hear. Maybe you were just, if not more addicting than the giddy water he drinks.

Nevertheless, there was one important difference. He can quit the booze, but not you.

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shrekisshrimpthesimp · 2 years

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Somewhere Only We Know

Part 2 of Enchanted

Nanami Kento x FReader

Word Count: 4,177

TW: suggestive themes, domestic abuse, infidelity, mentions of diagnosis, shibuya arc spoiler, ANGST

a/n: the cliffhanger kept bugging me so i had to write this. It's shit but now I can finally rest in peace lmao hahaah and thank god i found the perfect song which inspired this one, as u can tell its somewhere only we know by keane :')

'Do you Naoya Zenin, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to live together in matrimony, to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?'

'I do', Naoya said with a smug face.

The officiant turned to you, 'Do you Y/N L/N, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband, to live together in matrimony, to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health, in sorrow and in joy, to have and to hold, from this day forward, as long as you both shall live?'

Love? Comfort? Honor? It's funny. In an arranged marriage between clans of sorcerers, this never happens. These are just words, merely words that don't hold any meaning, words that aren't true, words that are merely decorative facades to the truth behind such marriages. It disgusted you. It made you sick. Must you respond to such a repugnant question? Must you agree to such a repulsive vow? Must you marry Naoya Zenin? This was the first day you even met the man. His eyes were dark, filled with malice not the honey colored ones that speaks tenderness, his smile, his grins, the smirk of a loathsome man, not the ones that were gentle and kind. But he's the one you're marrying today. This is your fate and there seems to be no escape. You tried but it seems the universe was against you. So you had no choice but to take it all in.

'I do', you succumbed.

'I now pronounce you husband and wife', the officiant declared and the crowd cheered. Today, the Zenin and L/N clan has been united. With this union, a powerful force between two jujutsu sorcerer family has been established.

'It's what's best for the family', your mother told you before the wedding. And this day is the sole reason for your existence. As a daughter of the L/N family you were raised to be married off to another powerful family and today it has been fulfilled.

While you walk down the aisle with your husband beside you, the submission to a life you never wanted has finally happened.

—

Nanami felt a little dizzy from suddenly being teleported by Gojo. He was trying to regain his strength when he heard the blue eyed sorcerer click his tongue and cursed, 'Shit'.

Nanami's attention then slowly shifted to the sound of the opening door of the wedding hall. And there you were, clad in the most elegant kimono, you looked like a painting, an ethereal beauty. And beside you was a man he knew who came from the prominent Zenin family, the next clan head, Naoya. Nanami's eyes grew in shock, he was too late. And while he was staring at you filled with overwhelming regret, you noticed him and looked in his direction which caused you to stop walking. Naoya noticed this and looked in the direction you were looking.

'Oh, I did not think Gojo Satoru himself would greet us personally Mrs. Zenin', he smirked, 'why don't we go ahead over there?' Naoya then led you to where Gojo and Nanami was.

'Fancy seeing you here Gojo Satoru', Naoya spoke arrogantly.

'I came here for my friend...and to wish her all the happiness in the world', Gojo responded, who then proceeded to take your hand and kiss the back of it.

'Hmm, I see, who else do we have here? Ah, if it isn't for the legendary black flash during the night of the hundred demon parade, himself', Naoya eyed Nanami suspiciously.

'I..I', Nanami stuttered which was unusual 'Congratulations Y/N', he bowed in respect.

Ever the most formal, Nanami's actions made you smile. You then extended your hand to which he reciprocated.

'It was enchanting to meet you', you looked at him one last time, trying your hardest not to cry and beg him to take you away.

'Let's go now sweetheart, we have other guests to greet', Naoya interrupted your moment. And just like that Naoya Zenin whisked you away from Nanami.

'What the hell were you stuttering for Nanami?!', Gojo scolded him.

'We're too late Gojo', Nanami sighed, 'thanks for everything', he patted his shoulder and left.

'Oi! Nanami', Gojo shouted. 'Are you just gonna leave like that?!'

'There's nothing else I can do', he looked back at him.

'You're gonna regret this', Gojo told him.

'What's another addition to my never-ending list of regrets Gojo?'

'Nanami', Gojo tried to console his friend but Nanami turned around and went away.

—

You did not expect to see Gojo and Nanami earlier today. You were surprised to actually see them. Could you blame yourself if you thought they were there to come and get you? A foolish fantasy it was. It seems that they really only came to congratulate you. And that would probably be the last time you're gonna see Nanami, the last time you're gonna feel his touch.

'You're better off without me and I'm better off without you', you remembered his words vividly. And probably he was right, you were born in such a complicated family, in a complicated world, it was probably best that Nanami did not reciprocated your feelings. But when Naoya touched you tonight, you can't help but think of Nanami. Would Nanami be this rough? No, he wouldn't, he would be gentle and sweet and loving. But Nanami's not the one inside you tonight, Nanami's not the one harshly exploring every inch of your purity tonight, no, it's Naoya. And Naoya is the man you married and you're gonna be stuck with him for the rest of your life. You can only let the tears from your eyes fall as you think of the wicked life destiny has given you.

—

The cherry blossoms bloomed beautifully this year. Its petals danced gracefully with the wind as the breeze gently caressed Nanami's face and he remembered you. He remembered the first time you met was under the Sakura tree, he remembered the picnic you set up for him with all his favorite dishes, he remembered your sparkling e/c eyes, your sweet laugh and your warm smile. He remembered you, he remembered it all. It's been two years since you got married but no matter what he does, in every little thing, he sees you, he misses you, he longs for you, he regrets losing you. But there was nothing he could do but live in remorse for the rest of his life. If only he told you how he really felt, if only he was brave enough to grab your hand and escape on your wedding day, if only… That's the only thing he can do now, to think of the 'what ifs'. And while he was filled with thoughts of his regrets he heard Yuji's voice calling him.

'Nanamin!', Yuji waved and ran to him, 'Staring into space again?', he asked curiously.

'What is it Yuji?', Nanami fixed his glasses.

'Principal Yaga called for you'

'I see, I'll be there'.

'Copy, boss', Nanami cheerfully saluted.

If it wasn't for Yuji and the other students from Jujutsu High, Nanami doesn't know how he'd spending his days wallowing in self-loathing. Thankfully, they were there to keep his mind off you. But it seems that Nanami can never really escape you.

—

'Nanami, there's a mission that specifically requested for you', Principal Yaga announced.

'Tell me the details', Nanami sat in front of the principal.

'The high-ranked officials of the Zenin clan will be away for months, including their head, Naoya, leaving their household vulnerable.'

'And?'

'Well, Naoya himself drew up this request, saying that he was very impressed with your performance during the night of hundred demons parade, he trusts you to personally stay in his household and escort his wife, Mrs. Y/N Zenin'

Nanami was surprised to hear your name.

'You know how it is with these clans. Women are apparently not included in their meetings so Y/N is left behind and apparently, there have been rumors that she's been sick so even if she's an experienced sorcerer herself she's not in shape to look out for the household', Principal Yaga explained.

'I see, when do I go?', Nanami did not hesitate to accept the request. It's selfish of him but he really wanted to see you. He wants to know how you've been doing. And he wants to see your smile, hear your voice, he wants to be with you, even just for a little while.

—

What Nanami didn't know was that he was greeted with a Y/N he didn't know. What were once eyes filled with life and wonder was now filled with emptiness. What once were lips who smiled graciously and laughed generously now spoke lifelessly.

'We're under your care Mr. Nanami Kento', you bowed formally as if you've never seen this man before.

'It's good to see you again Y/N', Nanami tried to lighten the atmosphere but you bowed at him one more time and left, heading straight to your room.

Nanami barely sees you, you rarely go outside your own room. It was like you shut yourself from the outside world and became a willing victim to your own prison. Maids would just leave foods outside your door, sometimes you accepted them but most of the time you sent them away. Nanami grew more concerned as the days went by. He was meant to look out for the whole household but most of the time he only stationed himself out of your door trying to get an opportunity to talk to you.

One fine early morning, when the sun was still too shy to come out and when everyone was still asleep, you decided to go for a walk. You hated being seen hence you prefer to lock yourself inside. It's been a long time since you breathed fresh air, but it was still suffocating nonetheless. You suddenly had trouble breathing and your vision was getting blurry. You were about to fall when you felt somebody catch you.

'Y/N?! Are you okay? Y/N, can you hear me?', a familiar voice called for you. A soothing sound you've always wanted to hear again. You have almost forgotten the face this voice belongs to.

—

Nanami was panicking outside your door while the maids tended to you inside. You have become so frail, so fragile and what made Nanami worried, no, angry even was when he saw bruises on your skin. They were perfectly covered with your long kimono during the first time he arrived in your house but when he carried you this morning, those bruises became visible. What is Naoya doing to you? How could he? Nanami was clenching his fists thinking what he would do to your husband when he sees him when the maids went out of your quarter.

'H-how is she?', Nanami asked worriedly.

'She's fine Mr. Nanami, this happens very often', your maid replied.

'Very often? Then what about the doctor? Is she sick? Why won't you call a doctor?', Nanami raised his voice.

'I'm sorry sir, there's nothing else I'm allowed to tell you', the maid bowed and was about to leave.

This annoyed Nanami so much that even if he wasn't allowed to, he stormed your quarters to which the maid shocked in horror.

'No sir! You mustn't', your maid tried to pull him away.

'I-it's fine, Kurumi, let him stay', you mustered all your strength to sat up and tell your maid.

'But madame-', your maid protested.

'Please? This is the only request I ask of you', you pleaded her.

Upon seeing the look in your eyes, your maid understood and left you two and Nanami alone.

'What is happening Y/N? Why are you - what's with all the bruises? Is he hurting you?', Nanami was troubled and very distressed.

'It's good to see you again Kento', you smiled weakly at him.

Kento, this was the first time Nanami heard you call his name again. This was the first time Nanami has seen you smile again.

'You were never meant to see these bruises', you explained as you tried to cover them.

'Tell me Y/N, did Naoya do those to you?', he asked.

'And what will happen if I tell you Kento?'

'I-I…'

'It would probably be best if we don't speak of it again, ok?', you requested him.

'I-I understand. Just tell me if there's anything I can do', Nanami gave in, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, he just wants you to feel safe around him.

'Then, for starters, can you buy me the first chocolate cake I've tasted from the bakery you brought me when we first met?', you looked at him with doe eyes.

Upon hearing your request, Nanami couldn't help but smile, 'Certainly, I'll get them right away'.

Nanami immediately came back as soon as he bought the cake. Oh the light that filled your eyes once you saw it. It was the eyes of the Y/N Nanami knew. And he looked at you lovingly as you gobbled up the cake. He was glad you're eating again. He was glad seeing you so happy while eating the cake. And he would do anything to keep you smiling.

The next few days he started bringing you the foods that became your favorite back when you were working with him and Nanami was filled with relief of how your appetite came back as soon as he started bringing you foods. He also decided to cook for you, replacing the traditional meals your maid brought you with dishes cooked in garlic oil which was his favorite and eventually became yours too.

'Oh, Kento this is heavenly', you giggled as you took one bite. 'Thank you Kento', you smiled tenderly at him. And Nanami was glad. You were back, the Y/N he knew was back and he swore he would do anything to keep you smiling again.

One night Nanami found you sitting outside the balcony, staring into the sky.

'Y/N, it's cold, what are you doing here?', Nanami said while covering you with his coat.

'You're always the gentleman Kento', you teased him. 'I know you would never hurt anyone'

Your sudden change of tone worried Nanami, 'Y/N'

'Naoya, he-, it's been two years but I still wasn't able to conceive a child. He hates me for it'

Nanami's insides were churning with anger. 'I-is that why he hurts you?'

You tried to smile through the pain. 'Well, that and many other things. You know, the Zenin family isn't really known for being matriarchal', you tried to joke.

'Y/N, come with me', Nanami looked at you earnestly. 'Leave this place Y/N.'

'Kento, wha-

'I should've done this a long time ago. The night you confessed to me I should have said what I really wanted to say. On your wedding, I should've grabbed you and whisked you away, I should've - I'm sorry for being weak Y/N, I'm sorry for being such a coward, I'm sorry', Nanami sobbed and it surprised you, you've never seen Nanami teary eyed before.

'Kento', you caressed his cheeks.

'I love you Y/N, I love you so much. I love the way you laugh, the way you cry, the way you pout, the way you whine, the way you get angry, the way you tease me. You're the most beautiful thing that has ever happened to me. I can't lose you again, I love you Y/N', Nanami confessed.

How you longed to hear those words. What you'd give to hear Nanami say that he loves you. And you couldn't believe it. This is now your chance to be free. This is now your chance to finally be with the person you truly love.

'I never stopped loving you Kento. Please, take me away', he wiped your tears and tenderly kissed you. And it warmed your heart, because this was the first time you felt such a gentle kiss.

Right when you were about to escape, your name was called by a familiar voice.

'Madame Y/N?', your maid called you.

You never really expected escaping the Zenin household would be easy.

'Kurumi, I-

'Please let us leave peacefully or else I won't have a choice but to render you unconscious', Nanami stepped in.

'No, madame. I only came here to bring you this, it's very cold tonight', your maid handed you the scarf.

'Kurumi, t-thank you', you pulled your maid into a hug.

'Please live happily madame', she rubbed your back. 'Now, you must hurry or others might see.'

You smiled gently at her one last time while Nanami gave his gratitude.

Your actions tonight will surely bring about catastrophic repercussions but may they forgive you for being selfish once more. You only have limited time left, you only wish you can spend it with the one you love.

—

Eloping with Nanami has been like a dream. You've never felt so cherished, so loved. You used to wake up before feeling the heavy weight of the role you have to play as Mrs. Zenin. But now, such is not the case anymore. As soon as you open your eyes, you are greeted by feathered kisses by the man you love and him telling you how much he loves you. You couldn't ask for more.

Nanami took you somewhere away from the blinding lights of the city, away from the cruel world of jujutsu sorcerers, away from your wicked fate. It's located in the countryside, where the green is lush, where you are surrounded by the gentle hush of the wind, where it's peacefully silent. You used to hate the silence in the Zenin household, it was a deafening silence. But here with Nanami, it was a calming silence, where it is warm. Nanami stopped reporting to Jujutsu High so he can always be with you. He said he'll probably just get an employment nearby. This is nice. It was nice planning a domestic life with the man you love. But you felt bad because there was something you were not telling him. You did not tell him that a few months ago, you were diagnosed with an illness and the doctor said that you only have a few months to live. That was why you were treated like a rotting corpse by Naoya, probably since there was no more chance of you conceiving him a child. But you couldn't tell Nanami, because you don't want him to treat you like you were dying. You wanted him to treat you normally, you wanted him to speak of his plans, of his dreams with you. You want to live the fantasy of getting a miracle of living a long life with Nanami. You could only pray every night for the gods to answer your wishes.

'I love you Kento', you told him out of the blue while you lay on his chest.

'What's with the sudden confession, love?', he brushed your hair.

'Nothing, just wanna let you know', you giggled and looked up at him, 'And thank you for bringing me here. To this place… somewhere only we know'

'I like that, a place somewhere only we know', he kissed your temple, 'stay here with me forever love, here in this place, somewhere only we know'

'I will, Kento. I will'

'I love you so much', Nanami gently brushed his knuckles against your face as he pulled you into a tender kiss.

Oh how you wish this moment could last forever.

The next evening, Nanami received a text. Upon reading it, Nanami's face grew anxious and you noticed.

'What's the matter, love?', you asked.

'Nothing', Nanami tried to deny.

'There's something wrong isn't it?', you cupped his cheeks.

'No, I-... There's an incident in Shibuya. It seems the curses have gone out of control and non-sorcerers are being transfigured and-

'Do you want to go?'

'I promised you Y/N. I promised to leave that life behind and never leave you'

'But?'

'You know me so well, my love. Would you hate me if I go?'

'You've always had a good heart my love, and that's one of the many reasons why I love you. And I could never hate you'

'Thank you my love. I'll come back as soon as possible, I promise', he then gently grabbed your waist and pulled you into a tight hug. 'I love you so much', he said while kissing the tip of your nose.

'I love you too, my love', you responded as you put your lips against his. 'Maybe you can also bring me that cake', you cutely smiled that made Nanami laugh.

Nanami went to Shibuya that night only to never return.

—

It's been four days since the Shibuya incident and Nanami still hasn't come back. You have not heard from him ever since the day he left. Was he injured? Is it bad? Is it critical? Did something terrible happen? What if? No, it cannot be. No, you should stop thinking about the worst things. But you can't help but feel more restless as the hours go by. There was only one way to know.

You never would've wanted to leave the haven Nanami gave you but you want to know what happened to Nanami or else you're gonna lose your mind.

You never thought you'd enter the Jujutsu High once more, it was as silent as ever. While walking inside, you noticed the sakura tree where you first saw Nanami. The place where you were first enchanted to meet him. The cherry blossoms were beautifully blooming today, as if to remind you of the love you've found.

You hurriedly went to the building, trying hard not to be seen by others. But no one can really escape the bearer of the six-eyes.

'Y/N', you heard a familiar voice called.

'Gojo… I- please you did not see me here', you hurriedly tried to walk away.

'It's fine Y/N, I'm aware of your situation. Nanami told me the night you eloped'

'Kento, Gojo. Where is Kento? I have not heard from him ever since he left for Shibuya', you frantically asked Gojo about Nanami's whereabouts.

'Y/N, Nanami, he, he's… just come with me', Gojo's eyes looked like there was something so painful that he couldn't tell you and when you noticed it, the heaviness in your heart worsened.

Each step towards where Gojo was leading you felt excruciating. The ignorance of what awaits you gnaws at you. Then Gojo finally stopped and opened the door.

'Y/N, I, I'm sorry'

And there you saw a body covered in a white blanket. You slowly went inside and unveiled the covers. Your heart dropped, your heart sank. It was shattered, broken in pieces. You screamed and wailed, seeing the person you love the most lying here, lifeless is a pain you can not explain. It was like you lost all the reason to live.

'Kento, you promised me', you sobbed. 'You said you'd come back', you laid your head upon his chest, dampening his cold skin. 'Why? Why did you leave me', you were weeping uncontrollably, hardly being able to breathe.

'Y/N, breathe Y/N', Gojo tried to rub your back for comfort.

'I don't want to, Gojo', you broke down. 'Let me be with Kento please', you bawled as you buried your face on the crook of Nanami's pale neck.

And you never left Nanami's side, minutes turned to hours, hours turned to day and by the time Gojo came back the next day, he found you beside Nanami, still embracing him. It was silent, did you fall asleep? Gojo wondered. He tried to shake you gently to wake you up but there was no response. Gojo started to panic. He tried to feel your breathing through your nose but there was none. He tried to get your pulse but there was none. Gojo hurriedly went to get Shoko to check on you.

'It seems that… she followed Kento right away Satoru', Shoko told Gojo after checking your pulse.

'What are you talking about Shoko?'

'Her heartbeat stopped when she lost him. I've never seen a love as strong as theirs Satoru. Let's only hope they'll find the happiness and peace they deserve in the afterlife.'

A tear fell from Gojo's eyes after hearing what Shoko had to say. All this time he's been rooting for both you and Nanami, he did not expect it would end this way.

'So, I heard my unfaithful wife was here', a voice interrupted Gojo's mourning.

'Naoya', he looked at him with contempt.

'Oh? What's this she died too?', Naoya sounded amused which irked Gojo.

'Leave them both alone Naoya', Gojo gripped strongly on Naoya's shoulders. 'Let them go in peace to a place… somewhere only they know.'

Credits: @koma_rouge

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noriakihunny · 2 years

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hate it when people say “it’s just a 2d character” well i tried dating 3d men irl and it was a waste of time so back to the anime i go

#thank you very much #clink clink 🥂#erwin smith #nanami kento #levi ackerman #jotaro kujo #personal #anime

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blueparadis · 2 years

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*purrrrrrrrrrrrs uwu*

I was like “omg she purred 🥺” and I realised it's neko-Nanami -_-

Low quality Satoru gives me energy 🥺🩰

#paradis moots ˖♡˖#sender :: kisa #no honestly I think kento can be cute too🥂❤️

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eiflawriting · 1 year

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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ 𝐍𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨

(✧) ─ 𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 quick lovemaking after a long day at work...

(✧) ─ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔! black woman who uses she/her pronouns. established relationship (husband!wife), chubby!reader, non sorcerer modern au. usage of profanity, masturbation, spooning position, mating press (towards the end) praise kink, spit kink, breeding kink, squirting, creampie, terms of endearment — sweetheart, angel, dear, baby, my love, etc. a quickie, but very soft and sensual. kento is just a very h*rny man who craves his wife's touch. this has slight plot but it’s pretty fast paced! 2.6k word count.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀(✧) ─ 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒔

hey y'all. this will be my last fanfic of the year, and of course it's my husband kento. i was inspired by this five second clip. don't even know who that is, but i was like whew. ART CREDIT — ilameys via twitter. be prepared for this to be a husband!wife series. who knows? hehe. don't have much to say, but i hope y'all enjoy. HAPPY NEW YEAR. 🥂 interactions would be greatly appreciated. ♡ eighteen plus only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. available to read on ao3

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𝑾𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑨 𝑳𝑶𝑵𝑮 𝑫𝑨𝒀 𝑨𝑻 𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑲 𝑻𝑯𝑨𝑻 𝑪𝑨𝑼𝑺𝑬𝑫 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑬𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑵 𝑯𝑶𝑴𝑬 𝑳𝑨𝑻𝑬—again. It was probably the fourth time this week doing so. Being a salaryman wasn't easy. Long shifts. Lack of sleep. Barely having the time to tend to his personal life. This was a lifestyle that Nanami was used to and ultimately okay with. However, that all changed when he met his beautiful wife, Y/N. She was his joy. Everything he did was for the sake of their future together, but along the way, he couldn't help but feel as if he was neglecting her.

Although work can be crazy at times, this week was busier than usual, causing his time with Y/N to be limited. He missed her dearly. The most time he had with her this week was fifteen minutes in the morning while eating breakfast or when she would bring his lunch to him at work. Whatever time spent, he was sure to cherish. But the personal joys they did together, such as reading books, going to museums, or a stroll in the city, is what he really wanted.

Nanami looked forward to the weekend because he knew he would use off time to make up for lost time with Y/N.

He returned home, and to his surprise, a plate of food was on the table, wrapped up and awaiting his arrival. He cursed himself for allowing this to happen again. Eating meals were his staple with Y/N, especially dinner since it would just be them talking about how their day went.

After heating up the food to eat, which tasted just as good as if it was freshly made, he went to shower in the guest bathroom downstairs so he wouldn't wake up Y/N. As he was showering, his thoughts got the best of him.

What if she leaves me? I wouldn't be surprised if she finds someone else to give her the attention she deserves.

Why was Nanami thinking this way? He didn't know. But his thoughts soon became lewd. Fuck, he desperately needed Y/N. It's been almost a week since they had sex. Her pussy was his home, and he yearned for her comfort.

He missed the taste of her arousal lingering on his tongue. How she wrapped around him, moaning his name. He was deprived of Y/N's touch and only wished it was her who was currently stroking his cock for him. She did a much more suitable job. The two-hand twist combo she does—yeah, he needed that. Nanami knew he wouldn't be able to control himself the next time he had an opportunity fucking his wife.

His strokes increased with the thought of Y/N in mind. Her beautiful full, saggy tits that he enjoyed putting his dick in between. He took his time to cherish her thick body with kisses, outlining every stretch mark with his tongue. Her ass, decorated with cellulite and waves resembling the ocean, would form when she took him from the back. His favorite place to hold was her love handles. She was slightly insecure about them, but Nanami vowed to handle them with extra love.

She was simply perfect.

Seeing her kneel before him to suck him off, pretty plush lips parting around his cock. Gosh, why were these thoughts flooding his mind? Maybe that was why he was moaning Y/N's name low enough so only he could hear. He needed to fuck her. His dick was aching for her pussy. It only took Nanami thinking about how ethereal she looked while cumming before a spray of his bitters hit the shower wall. His grunts were low yet harsh, nearly gasping for air. Such a satyromaniac he was.

Once Nanami was done with his shower and masturbation session, he went upstairs to join Y/N in bed. Before doing so, he stood in the doorframe to watch her peacefully sleep. She was so damn beautiful. Living in a high-rise condo had its perks, and witnessing how the moonlight descended upon her dark brown skin was one of them. Even nature was captivated by Y/N's beauty. Sometimes Nanami even questions how he was so blessed to marry a woman like her?

He watched Y/N a bit longer before walking to the dresser to grab briefs to wear. Nanami's preparation for bed included moisturizing his skin and spraying Y/N's favorite cologne that she gifted him—Bleu de Chanel. After doing his quick routine, he quietly slipped into bed to give Y/N a kiss on the cheek and have his arms find her waist to take comfort. Spooning her was a feeling Nanami would never grow weary of.

As he slowly intertwined his fingers with Y/N, he felt her bringing his hands to her lips to place delicate kisses.

"Hi, Ken. You're home," Y/N said softly in her sleepy voice. Even so, she sounds sweet.

"Hi, my love. I'm sorry for waking you."

"No, it's okay, baby. I was waiting for you anyways—" She yawns, "but I kind of dozed off."

He sat up a bit to look at her while talking. "It's only my own fault for returning home late. However, I told you not to wait for me, sweetheart. I don't want you to lose sleep because of me."

"It's okay, Kento—I want to." Y/N rested her hand on his cheek to gently brush her thumb on his bottom lip. Even through heavy eyes, she looked at him with such tenderness. Nanami held Y/N's wrist to lean into her touch. This is what he looked forward to when coming home.

She continued,

"How was your day?"

"It wasn't too bad. I have no complaints about how I'm ending it," he replied with a small smile.

"Did you eat the food I left on the table?"

"I did. It was delicious. Thank you, dear."

"Anything for you." While massaging his bottom lip, she puckered her own to ask for a kiss, which Nanami happily gave.

The first few smooches started innocently, becoming familiar with the sweetness of her raspberry-flavored gloss that she always wore to bed. But Nanami's urges tempted him to do more. He left gentle kisses on Y/N's face before trailing down her neck. The kisses were filled with libido, nipping on her flesh to pull those faint whimpers from her chest. The sound alone had adrenaline rushing to his cock.

Nanami reached under the covers to ascend his hand up her nightgown to massage the plushness of her ass, slowly creeping his fingers between her folds. She pulled off the covers so he could have better access to feel her pussy, opening her legs up.

Y/N's wetness caused Nanami to curse against her skin, yet he felt selfish for waking her up for his sexual desires. So he began to pull away.

"I'm sorry, my love. You're tired. We shouldn't be doing this."

She pulled him back to her lips. "No, Ken, please. I need you, baby. Just a quick one from the side, okay?"

How could he say no to that?

He kissed her passionately, immediately forcing his tongue to the back of her throat. In between smooches, Nanami told Y/N how much he loved and missed her, pulling down his briefs to give himself a few strokes. He lifted her leg up to swipe his dick along her heated wetness. She moaned into his mouth, which he devoured while aligning himself with her entrance to push his way through.

Y/N nipped on his bottom lip to let out a lingering whine upon feeling her pussy split open. A week feels like forever since they were engulfed in each other's warmth. However, for Nanami? He just knew he would bust quickly.

Being inside Y/N felt like sitting on a cloud. No worries. Just peace. Her juices produced heat that could keep his cock warm on a cold day in the city. Nanami continued to slide in her walls until his tip met with that sweet spot that made her a mewling mess. Upon the meeting, he began thrusting.

He hooked Y/N's leg over his forearm as he pounded her pussy. The tips of his ears burned red due to hearing those soft sounds of pleasure airing past her lips. The gushing of her pussy acted as a harmony that resonated with the moans she was already producing. She croaked, no begged Nanami to fuck her harder because she was just as deprived of him.

Nanami had no complaints about working his thigh muscles. Hearing Y/N desire him always motivated him to deliver her climax sooner. There was something about fucking her wet fat pussy that made him hornier than usual. Perhaps thrusting past Y/N's puffy folds decorated with strands of hair had something to do with it? He couldn't explain it, but the hair on her pussy added an extra pleasure that he loved.

He gave her a sensual smooch, then ghosted his lips over hers to watch her eyes light up in great delight.

"Ken—this feels so good," Y/N purred.

"No, you feel so good. I miss you so much. You've been such a good girl keeping this pussy nice and warm for me. You're squeezing me perfectly."

"I love you."

His dick twitched. "Fuck, I love you, too, sweetheart. My perfect angel."

His drive now resembled a wild animal. He didn't know where to place his hands. One minute they were rubbing her tits, the next it was toying with her clit. Nanami was fucking Y/N as if there was no tomorrow, balls slapping against her ass. The sounds of her pussy gushing began to heighten in volume. Anyone listening would think it was a steamy porno video, but it was just two lovers making sweet love to each other.

If Y/N was tired before, she was definitely awake now. Despite that, she knew this quick fuck would put her to sleep. She loved his dick. So long and girthy, every inch filling her insides to feel the veins engrave her walls. Y/N wasn't the one to boost a man's ego by saying her pussy was theirs, but she would scream at the top of her lungs to let the world know it was Nanami's.

Being a good husband and good dick will definitely have you this way.

Y/N pulled her tits out of the nightgown she was wearing. Without asking, of course, Nanami swallowed her breast to suck while fucking her. With every thrust he took, her nerves increased. It would only take a few more until she came over his cock. Her moans were breathy yet clear. Lips held agape while droplets of drool coated the side of her mouth. Her pussy clenched and unclenched Nanami, stuck between not wanting to let go and almost ready to let go.

After sucking on her tits, Nanami detached from them with a pop to look at Y/N. How could someone look this beautiful while being stuffed with cock? He was close to cumming from just watching her, but feeling her? Pussy painting his dick white? The juices leaking between her thighs and remnants on his balls, their sheets? His eyes rolled back at the sensation. If Nanami didn't know any better, his toes were also curling.

"I'm sorry for being away from this for so long, sweetheart. Fuck, I can't stress enough how amazing you feel. How are you this wet?"

"It's okay, baby," Y/N whimpered. Why does she sound like that? It's like her voice was filled with honey.

He nodded, giving her soft smooches. "Yeah, it's okay? Hm?"

"Y-Yes, Ken. I-I'm so close. 'M want more."

He slammed into her pussy at full force while rubbing mercilessly at her needy bud. He began moaning her name and calling her a good girl for taking him so well. Their brown irises were blown with pure lust as they held contact with each other. Y/N placed her hand on the back of his neck to pull him closer. She stuck out her tongue, and Nanami never expected he had a spitting kink until he met Y/N. He allowed a long string of spit to drip into her mouth before meeting her lips again.

The kiss was sloppy, loud, and obnoxious. The power in his thrusts was beyond him. Y/N's pussy just felt too good not to fuck like this. Pussy like this was bound to make him a satyromaniac. Pussy like this makes him want to breed her.

"This pussy is so good, angel. I want to fuck my cum deep inside you and make you a mommy. Would you like that?" Nanami rasped.

"Oh God, yes. Yes, Kento. Please cum in my pussy. Make me a mommy." Y/N's hand trailed down his spine, stopping at his lower back to pat repeatedly. She was there. She was—"Baby, keep fucking me like this. I'm cumming."

"Fuck, Y/N."

He quickly pulled out to turn Y/N on her back to pin both her thighs back as far as they could. Before Nanami slid back in, he slapped his cock on her clit to hear that pretty sure of her pussy gushing. The feeling of returning inside her was even warmer than before. Nanami pounded into her at a steady pace but ensured every thrust was passionate. Hearing Y/N scream out his name only gave him more motivation.

She gripped the sheets beneath her doing her best to take this deep fucking from Nanami. To have the energy to fuck like this after a long day at work was mind-blowing to Y/N. But not as blown as her pussy. She whimpered through every last thrust until her vision blurred and tears pricked the corner of her eyes. She stared at Nanami. He always fucks her well. However, this? This was more than usual. What's gotten into him? Why was he fucking her like this?

"Ken…" came out as a faint whisper.

She orgasmed.

While looking into his crisp brown eyes, she saw stars. Her walls were contracting uncontrollably around him. Seven minutes of being fucked into oblivion of ecstasy. Words couldn't even come through due to them tangling in her throat. Just breathy moans that were hitched. She repeatedly mouthed, "Thank you, I love you," because that's how she truly felt. Fucked and in love.

And it didn't take a while for Nanami to follow behind.

As he continued to fuck Y/N through her orgasm, squirt splashed between them and leaked down their sheets. Heat rushed to the center of his face. An overflow of his cum shot through the tip of his cock to flood her pussy. Harsh curse words sinfully slipped through Nanami's lips as soon as his release came, but his powerful thrusts didn't stop. He wanted to ensure he milked every last bit of his seeds in Y/N as deep as possible. Nanami was very serious about making her a mother.

The coiled moans finally unravel in Y/N's throat upon feeling his heated cum ooze in her pussy. She continued by expressing gratitude for the long-needed orgasm she yearned for.

Nanami eventually halted his thrusts to allow his cock to get cozy in her pussy. He unpinned her thighs to let them wrap around his waist, and she did the same with her arms to pull him into a passionate kiss. While swirling tongues, Nanami slowly pulled out, to which they shared a final moan.

Y/N felt complete with the amount of cum marinating in her pussy. And when remnants attempted to leak out, Nanami would swirl his finger inside of her to push them back in. She knew this would definitely be enough to get her pregnant.

After a few more kisses, Nanami rolled on his back to let out a heavy breath. He pulled Y/N onto his chest to kiss her forehead softly.

"Was I too rough with you toward the end?"

"Hm, kinda. But honestly—I loved it. I wouldn't mind if you fucked me like that from time to time," Y/N answered.

He chuckled. "I'll keep that in mind."

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