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More husband Nanami please I begggggg! Can you do when him and reader are fighting and reader is like super sarcastic and ignores him but Nanami isn’t having that, like he sits reader down and pours his soul out to show he cares? Sorry if that’s too much to ask! Have a great day!

I loveeeee this! Husband Nanami is my fave bc I love seeing him in domestic settings, I never thought to write a prompt like this bc I don’t want our boy to suffer, he deserves all the love and praise and no bad times lol but I said fuck it and now here we are. Thank you for the request! I hope you enjoy.

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He was late. He was never late and if he was he always gave a heads up. You sigh and begin wrapping up the leftovers for your husband for the third night in the row.

He couldn’t possibly … you shake your head. He was your husband, you knew that he’d never even look another person’s way. Hell it took him way too long to even pick up the fact that you were interested in him. But still, your mind lingers to last week when you went by the office to surprise him for lunch and he practically yelled when you were standing in his doorway, observing him work.

He apologized for it, but it still left your heart sore, he wasn’t the type to react like that. You smoothed the plastic film over the top of the glass pan and made sure it was completely covered before placing it in the fridge. You looked at the half empty bottle of wine and contemplated finishing the bottle.

Fuck it…

You take the cork out and practically inhale a big gulp from the bottle, sputtering when some goes down your throat the wrong way. You slam the door to the fridge shut and go in the direction of your room, in search of your cellphone.

You find it and bounce on the bed, still no text or call and the time now reads thirty after nine. You throw the phone down and tip the bottle to your lips trying to wrack your brain for any possible reason that your husband didn’t call to tell you he’d be working late.

Infidelity

An ugly and cruel word. Hell no, he wasn’t cheating, you refused to believe that. You let a tear slip and quickly wipe it away, scrambling to get your phone, you unlock the phone and let your fingers fumble over the password groaning in frustration when you manage to lock yourself out of the device for five minutes. You finish the remaining of the wine and leave it on the night stand next to your bed.

You gather clothes for a bubble bath and a look at your phone, you really wanted to call him, see if he’s okay but decide against it, if he can go this long without checking on you, why should you waste your time to check on him?

You recoil at the thought, you know it’s not your usual thoughts, you’re angry, and slightly tipsy. You were more worried than anything. You sigh and grab your phone anyway taking it in the bathroom with you.

Just as you set everything up for your bubble bath, your phone vibrates, you almost drop it in the water below trying to answer the call.

“Hey,” You say hoping you sounded casual.

“Hi baby, Im on my way home, my phone died, I’ve been having problems with it all day, I should be there in five,” Nanami says, at the sound of his voice, you relax, you watch your expression in the mirror. He’s safe, you inhale and spin to sit on the counter watching the water rise. Now that you’ve gotten your reassurance that he was alive and okay, surely this feeling of doubt would go away?

“Darling?” He drawls, breaking you from your thoughts. You jump down and put the phone on speaker, biting your thumb nail and in the most nonchalant voice you can muster you respond.

“Sure, leftovers are in the fridge,” You stop the water and put the phone down and begin to rid yourself of your clothes.

“You okay?” He asks, concern laced in his voice. You sigh and tilt your head to the side. The logical part of your brain tells you to just spit out your worries, but the alcohol working it’s way in your system tells you to ignore him. So you do.

“Hey I gotta go, I’ll probably be in bed when you get home,” And you hang up before he can respond. You lock the phone and press a hand to your chest, a wicked smile on your face, you know it’s wrong but you hope that hurts his feelings as much as he did when he didn’t call to check in hours ago. You put your phone on do not disturb and dim the lights low, and slip into the warmth of the bath, letting the aroma from the essential oils work their magic into relaxing you.

Ten minutes go by, and you wonder if you should call Kento. He said he’d be here five minutes ago, maybe something had happened? You shake your head, he probably stopped for gas on his way home, you nod and lay back relaxing into the warmth of the water.

So, you finish your bath far more relaxed than you started and clean up the discarded clothing and towels. You did your usual night routine, ending with your skincare routine and another bottle of wine at your bedside. You willed yourself not to cry multiple times but after the second glass you couldn’t help curling in a ball and crying. You couldn’t even pin point the source. Maybe it was because you knew you were treating your husband so shitty, or maybe it was because you felt like shit for thinking he’d go out and do something as reckless as cheating. It was almost one in the morning and he still wasn’t home, all thanks to your attitude. You reach for your phone and look at the missed calls and text from your loved ones, none from Kento.

You feel tears well up in your eyes again and let out a watery sigh. You’re about to call it a night but you hear the front door unlocking and the sound of keys slamming on the table that’s near the entrance to your home. You turn over quickly, with your back facing the door just as Kento walks in the room.

“Y/n,” He whispers, your body goes stiff and you hold your breath as you listen to him get closer, there’s some shuffling and then you feel the bed dip, you feel his warmth as he scoots closer to pull you in his arms and you so desperately crave his touch, you need to feel him holding you, but you don’t give yourself the satisfaction, you sit up, pushing him off you.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks, with a frown. You don’t say anything as you grab your pillow and the throw blanket from the bottom of the bed. He watches in horror as you leave the room, still not speaking and listens as you slam the door to the guest bedroom.

He takes no more than five minutes to come knock on the door, he doesn’t even wait for your reply as he storms in, and turns on the light.

“Ken what the fuck I’m trying to sleep,” You snap blinking your eyes open at the bright light.

“Well so was I until you left,” He retorts you huff and sit up in the bed crossing your arms over your chest and looking away from his hurt expression.

“Y/n?” He calls out. You turn your body a little towards the wall, it’s extremely childish and you know it but you’re still so unbelievably pissed that you don’t even care anymore.

“Are you serious right now?” He asks in an incredulous tone. You turn and nod at him.

“Baby what’s wrong?” He asks, sitting on the end of the bed. You shrug, biting your lip and looking away from him once again. That answer isn’t good enough for him, he climbs up the bed and sits directly in front of you.

“Talk to me darling, what’s wrong? I don’t understand,” he falters, he tries to take your hand in his but you snatch it away, wiping angrily at a stray tear that’s fallen.

“You didn’t call to say you were going to be late, and you’ve been so damn distant Ken, you tell me what the fuck is going on?” Your tone is abrasive you can see pain flicker in Kento’s eyes and it breaks your heart but you ignore it, he had some explaining to do.

“I..I was at work, I’ve been working my ass off this past month, I’m under a lot of stress right now with this upcoming promotion, I just want everything to be perfect,” His tone is equally harsh, your eyes go wide and you shake your head.

“That’s never stopped you from calling before,” You quip.

“I know, I’m sorry, I should’ve called,” He agrees, but it’s not enough for you, you scoff and peel the covers back. He frowns as he watches you.

“Where are you going now? We’re not done with this conversation,” He says.

“You’re not done with the conversation, I am. I have a headache and I just want to sleep,” You snap. You attempt to walk past but Kento stands blocking your path and immediately towers over you.

“See, I can put up with the fucking attitude under normal circumstances, I can deal with the sarcasm easy fucking peasy, but what I’m not going to do is tolerate the blatant disrespect from you because you can’t communicate your fucking feelings like an adult, why the fuck would you think I’m cheating?” He barks, you jump, not meeting his eye, but he’s not having it, he grips you chin forcing you to make eye contact.

“Well why else would you not call Ken? Twelve years and you haven’t forgotten to call not once. I understand work can put pressure on you, but when you don’t call three days in a row and you yell when I drop food off at your job what the fuck else am I supposed to think?” You shout, the tears flow freely now, and you slump against the wall, away from his warmth.

“I didn’t call because my phone has been messed up all day, I dropped it twice and the battery is fucked. I’m sorry, I should’ve called you from the office phone but baby I’m swamped with back to back meetings, looking over proposals, and finding new clients,” he pauses to run a hand through his hair, and you look at him, and you notice the tears flowing down his face, you reach up to cup his face using your thumbs to wipe his face.

“Well you said you were going to be home and then showed up hours later,” You say, he offers a watery smile at your touch and looks down.

“Masamichi wanted to get a drink and talk to me more about the promotion, I think it was like a last minute assessment, I would’ve called but again,” He starts but you cut him off

“Your phone,” You whisper and he nods, his hands go up to yours, squeezing them.

“I love you y/n, I hope you know that I’d never do anything as stupid as that, I’m sorry baby,” He whispers and you nod, sniffling as you do so. He leans forward to press a kiss to your lips but you stop him he frowns and looks down at you but you look away.

“What?” He asks.

“You yelled at me last week,” You pout and it makes him chuckle, he grabs your face and kisses your lips, soft and reassuring, you’re already melting into him when he pulls apart.

“Truth be told, You scared me, I was finishing a report. I glanced up and saw this beauty of a woman, standing in my office doorway,” It’s a lane attempt at a joke but it gets you smiling just a little, “I should’ve handled it better,” He whispers. You nod along, a small smile on your face.

“Can we go back to our room now love?” He asks and you nod, holding his hand as he walks you both back to the room.

He goes back to the guest room to get your pillow and when he comes back he slides in to the bed next to you, you’re immediately glued to his side, throwing a leg over his hip and settling your face in the crook of his neck.

“I love you,” You mumble. He moves so that he can kiss you, his tongue slips past your lips easily seeking your taste, the kiss is heavy and enough to take your breath away. You body reacts to his touch immediately you feel the familiar throbbing in your core, his hands are everywhere, trailing the curves of your body, holding you tight against himself and you can’t help the soft sigh that escapes your lips when he breaks the kiss to trail kisses down your neck. He pauses to flip you on your back completely, you gasp, and moan when he drags his tongue down your neck. He leaves open mouth kisses across your neck and collar bone, making you squirm underneath him.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He whispers, capturing your lips once more. You moan into the kiss, letting your legs fall open further and he slots himself in between them over you, you can already feel how hard he is through his boxer briefs.

“I want you so fucking bad,” He’s practically growling in your ear. You moan and turn hiding your face in your arms.

“Uh uh, let me see those pretty eyes,” He commands. You don’t shy away this time, looking up at him through your lashes, he grunts and works to take your shirt and shorts off, you scramble to help him undress and when you’re both naked, he’s on you again.

His hands find purchase on your hips, he gives them a squeeze making you moan heavily into his mouth, he takes one of your legs and lets it fall open exposing your glistening cunt to him. He bites his bottom lip and presses a chaste kiss to your lips before tracing the outline of your sex, making you whimper at the touch.

“You always get so wet for me baby, you think I’d give this up?” He scoffs, and dips a finger into your needy hole. You moan, your body jerks upwards and he tsks, using his other hand to hold your body down, as he fingers you so teasingly slow, you feel tears welling up in your eyes.

“What’s the matter baby? You need me to fuck this this needy pussy?” He coos at you and you shudder, can feel yourself clenching hard around his finger. You nod as a tear rolls down your cheek and he chuckles dryly.

“I will baby,” He says, kissing your cheek. He adds another finger watching as your pussy pulls his finger back in. He groans and pumps into you faster pulling the neediest of moans from you.

“Always sound so pretty for me,” He whispers, his eyes are focused on you when he applies pressure to your clit, and you feel that tug in your core, can feel how close you are. He knows, of course he does, he rubs your clit in time with how fast he’s fucking you with his fingers. You whimper, and lift your hips to meet his fingers.

“K-ken! Fuck-” You moan a warning, he nods, goes faster and watches as you cream all over his fingers.

“Go ahead pretty, cum for me, give it to me baby,” and you do, tossing your head back, you let out a ragged breath and feel your toes curl, your orgasm crashes into you like waves on a shore, sweeping you under you closed you eyes and lose yourself to the euphoric sensation.

“Good girl, look at that,” He mutters. His hands slow to a stop, and he removes his fingers slowly, making you whimper at the loss, you sit up all too quickly, the head rush makes you fall back and you whine.

“Careful sweet girl, I’m here,” He whispers, He kisses you softly, and pulls back to watch himself sink into your wet heat.

“Fuck Ken,” You whimper, your hand goes to his bicep immediately, gripping him hard. He winced at the pain but groans in pleasure when he feels how snug you fit wrapped around his cock. Kento removes your hand to intertwine your fingers with his own, give your hands a squeeze, you look up at him through low lidded eyes.

“I’ve got you sweet girl,” He says, kissing your forehead with such tenderness it makes your heart skip a beat.

Kento pulls all the way out and then pushes back in, you gasp feeling his cock drag along your walls, and cry out when he hits that sweet spot.

“There baby?” He asks and you nod, gasping, your legs wrap around his waist locking him in place.

“Feels so fucking good, everytime baby, you’d think I’d give this up?” He mutters into your neck, you wrap your arms around his shoulder, holding him close as he fucks you slow and deep. This man has ducked you countless times but you’re so in awe and completely drunk on the feeling of him tonight, he’s everywhere all at once, squeezing your ass as he pushes in deeper, whispering words of affirmation and adoration as you cum once more on his cock.

“Oh you’re doing so well princess, fuck you’re going to make me cum,” he moans his voice muffled and he grunts as he thrusts again, you meet his hips, your fingers run through the hair at the nape of his neck, and she leans into your touch, as you encourage him to finish. You feel the swell of his cock as the first spurts of cum spill inside and you’re finishing once again, whining when he pulls out to watch your mixture of cum spill out in the sheets.

He cleans you up, even as you doze off, still whispering how perfect you are and when he’s done you curl into his side, being lulled to sleep by his soothing touch.

Kinda lack luster at the end imo, feel like my writing has fallen off but I hope y’all enjoy, thanks again anon for this prompt ily.

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