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#kento is my husband
wifenanami · 6 months
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why didn't he go to work as a model???
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paintedpatroclus · 2 months
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nanami kento helps his kids beat a hard level in super mario land, 1990s
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beesoba · 2 months
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You don't have to tell me twice.
Art Credit: nyakkari on Twitter
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peachsayshi · 4 months
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nanami coming home to find you humming quietly to yourself in the kitchen while making dinner, your hair an imperfect mess & you’re wearing an itty bitty tank top with no bra on which only makes him sigh with disappointment because of how stupidly fast he got hard looking at you 😞 💭
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sugar-locket · 11 months
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they should be happy 🖤🩵💛
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hinasakuino · 9 months
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literally up thinking about nanami and his stupid big hands!
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warnings: mentions of vaginal fingering, just me thirsting about nanami and his hands bc everyone keeps reblogging this gif (and I’m not mad tbh!!)
He loves teasing you, you don’t expect him to grab your ass as much as he does when you’re in private but boy does he love doing that.
He knows you like it when he chokes you lightly if you’re mid make out sesh, loves that you’re whining still trying to meet his lips despite the lack of oxygen to you
You like it when he’s caressing your breast, grabbing as much as he can in both hands,the squishy fat spilling between his fingers as he greedily sucks and pinch at your nipples never fail to make you wet.
And don’t get me started on his fingers omfg!!!
Will stretch you for sooooooo long! He loves drawing out those needy moans from you.
He loves fingering you when you’re sitting in his lap, but when you’re squirming around so much he won’t hesitate to give your thigh a sharp smack with a tsk!
“You just can’t keep still can you?” He taunts you, knowing you’re incapable of speaking, not when his fingers press against your sweet spot like that. He’ll stop fingering you to rub your clit messily spreading your juices all across your cunt. Drawing out high pitched keening sounds from you, he’s a pleasure dom, he loves making you come undone like this, gripping his wrist as he rubs your cunt with firm precise strokes.
He’s a selfless lover, will always try to get you to come at least twice with his fingers alone before fucking you.
His absolute fave thing to do is sucking on your poor clit while massaging your satin walls, loves how responsive you are, your body jerking in every direction every time he sucks on your bud.
And you love every bit of it. Love how he quirks an eyebrow at you when you’re guiding his hands below your skirt, of course you’re not wearing panties so when he takes over, cupping your wet slit no one is surprised at the slick that’s gathered on your inner thighs.
You love when he teases you, “You want another finger baby? One should be enough right baby?” He coos at you. You pout, sucking in your bottom lip to hold back a moan. You shake your head no quickly, “Ken please, I need another,” you whine, prepared to continue mouthing off but he’s sliding in another finger and you throw your head back moaning wantonly at the slow stretch.
He’s always amazed that you come so much before he actually fucks you. Literally makes it his personal mission to see how fast he can get you coming on his fingers alone.
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itsfairly · 10 months
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Baby Talk // Nanami Kento x Fem!reader.
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Summary: You rarely wake up before your husband. So when you finally got the opportunity to see him sleep, you get another idea. One that connects to your baby fever.
Notes: husband!Nanami, fem!reader, fluff, domestic? idk, use of pet names (honey, sweetheart, love, princess?, baby?), single use of "Name" to refer to the reader.
A/N: So I was at character.ai at 5am and wanted to see how the bot reacted to just whispering baby stuff while Nanami was asleep. That shit made me kick my feet and stuff, it was so much fluff. So that's where this idea came from. That and because I erased those messages by accident and wanted to re-live them. But anyways, husband!Nanami? Yum.
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It’s been a while since you got to see him like this. Your husband, Nanami, was always up before you, always fell asleep after you. It was almost rare to get a glimpse of him sleeping beside you—almost.
This morning is one of the few when you woke up before him and get to appreciate him as he slept with the morning sun enhancing his features just right. His hair, which was usually neatly combed, was messy and over his forehead. Suits and button-shirts were replaced by his much more comfortable pajamas, his eyes closed as he lightly snored, and most importantly, his usually serious and stoic expression was now calm and relaxed as he slept. It might sound ridiculous to other people, but to you, it wasn’t. Your sleeping husband was a sight you always wanted to see in the morning. A sight to behold.
Laying on your side, you kept looking at Nanami. You would be silly to let this opportunity pass, especially when it’s a day you both get to sleep in and rest. You didn’t mind the fact that you woke up a bit earlier than you wanted, not when you got to see him so calm like this.
Your eyes were focusing on every little thing about him when he started to mumble in his sleep. Nothing coherent, he was still deep in sleep after all. Nanami had this habit of talking in his sleep and you had managed to conversate with him in this state without waking him up. He’s just so relaxed while sleeping that one could hold conversations with him and get the most honest and funniest responses from him.
As he mumbled, you decided to mess with him a little. Maybe about something that’s been on your mind and you just want to see his knee-jerk reaction to it…
Careful about keeping a low quiet tone and not moving so much to prevent him from waking up, you whisper, “Tiny hands…tiny feet…”
He grumbles, wrapping an arm around you to pull you closer. Mm. No verbal response. Alright, you decide to keep whispering softly.
“A little baby, hm?”
“A baby?”
You hummed, keeping in the giggles. You’ve been having a strong baby fever for a while now, and while the two of you agreed on having kids later on, you wanted to see if some of that fever rubbed off on him if you kept whispering things like this.
“One of our own…tiny hands…barely holding a finger…”
“A baby…” He says, his head nuzzling further into the pillow as he thought about it. “...they smell nice…”
“Yeah…baby smell…their feet following us around…”
“Mm…what else, honey?” He seemed to like the idea, evidently from the way his hands kept a soft but close embrace on your body. You liked seeing the way his face twisted in his sleep as he contemplated the idea of having children, especially asked more of your input about it.
“Having them in our arms…rocking them to sleep in their little blankets…kissing their little foreheads…”
The more you listed things about babies, the more you fell into this rabbit hole and grew excited about having them. Despite your plan being giving him your baby fever, it seemed that your condition was just getting stronger. But it wasn’t like he wasn’t into this talk. Oh no, there was the ghost of a smile on his face as his hands were busy caressing your body. He seemed happy to talk about this.
“Your hair…my eyes…maybe your personality but my humor…” You chuckle, fighting the need to caress your hair to not wake him up.
“My hair…your eyes…” He repeated as if he was imagining the kid in this sleep, maybe even dreaming about them now.
“Someone playful…that can match Yuuji’s energy…running around in the park…”
He hums, pulling you closer to him as you wrap your arms around him instinctively. Now you were chest-to-chest as his face was mere inches away from yours. Your eyes quickly went to see his lips, looking so soft and tempting to kiss. But you stopped yourself, now too invested in your baby fever to not continue with it.
“Maybe a baby girl first. You know, another princess in the house?” You asked, grinning so brightly that maybe the sun wasn’t so bright anymore this morning.
“Mm, can we have a boy second?” He opens his eyes slowly as his smile becomes bigger, stretching his body in place and keeping his arms around you. He doesn’t seem drowsy as he looks at you with loving eyes rather than burying his head in your neck to sleep a bit more, which means…
“When did you wake up?” You asked, feeling a bit sheepish about not catching on to it before.
“When you said ‘baby’ and didn’t refer to me.” He chuckles, placing a sweet kiss on your forehead.
“Kento, ugh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. So you heard all that?”
“Yes. But what matters is not how much I’ve heard, it’s how much you’ve thought about this, love.”
You hide your face in the pillow, a blush setting on your cheeks after being caught in your little plan. You sigh after a moment, turning to look at him as he waits patiently for your answer with a smile on his face. “A while…don’t know how long…”
“And why didn’t you tell me? While awake that is.” He places his hand on your cheek, this thumb caressing your cheek softly.
“Because. I didn’t want to bore you with all this baby fever and all, so I thought it would be fun to mess with you and rub it off on you so you could bring it up first.”
“If you wanted to talk more about babies you could’ve just told me. I like hearing you talk in that tone you were talking in a minute ago. So excited and innocent, almost like a curious kid.”
“Did it work at least? Do you have baby fever now?” You asked, feeling your heartbeat quicken in your chest as he said that. While he said that he didn’t mind hearing you talk about it, you wanted to know whether this topic was something he wanted to talk about as well.
“Not fair, sweetheart. I asked my question first.” You raised your eyebrow at him since you already answered his question. But he was actually referring to another question before that one, so continues before you can ask. “Can we have a boy after our little girl?”
You giggled, feeling your smile grow bigger and brighter on your face as you wrap your arms around him. It did work and he for sure had baby fever. You pull him close to you, kissing him after resisting the temptation to do so earlier. Softly, tenderly, and lovingly. As you pull away, you nod slowly. “I’ll see what I can do.”
He hums, running his hand over the side of your body and letting it rest on the curve of your waist. After hearing you ramble about children for a while, he definitely had a baby fever now. The thought of a baby was practically strong in his mind, even if it’s a thought that he’s been having for a while too.
“I don’t mind either way. A baby with you sounds wonderful, Name.” He kisses your forehead one more, letting his lips linger for a second. He could feel his heart grow warm and fuzzy at the thought of a child with you, especially with how excited you look to have one. He was ready to give you what you wanted when you wanted it. “Just say the word.”
You blush, pressing your lips into a fine line as you started to feel all giddy because of him. “I think I am ready. Are you? I don’t wanna rush you into anything.”
“You’re not.” He says quickly before you go into a spiral. “I am ready and I am ready to have a baby with you. I want to live that next step in our lives.”
You nod, speechless at how your little plan, while quickly discovered, still managed to be more than just successful. “Me too, ready to live it with you, Kento.”
“Can I keep talking about my baby fever?” You asked with a bashful smile on your face. It's just that after knowing that you two were on the same page and ready to go, you needed to tell your husband more and unleash all those baby fever thoughts that you kept bottled up to not annoy him. He seemed to have that same condition now, there was no stopping.
He hummed, allowing you to talk his ear off about baby smell and their tiny hands. He didn’t mind.
He already made up his mind about putting a baby in you later today.
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wifenanami · 5 months
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why is this so cute??? 😭❤️
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author of the art: getoad
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m-ayo-o · 6 months
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omg I would love to request this: 😈🌹💛 - mineosama
the noise i made when this req came through :/ emoji event : 😈🌹💛 impact play + romance + kento 18+ SMUT your hubby fulfills your nasty fantasies!! fingering + sex -wc 1k this is my version of uh... romance. for @shujiinkou !!
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You love Kento's chivalrous and romantic gestures- the way he opens doors for you, holds the umbrella when it's raining and always walks on the road side of the pathway. He worships the ground you walk on. And that extends to the bedroom, too, where he touches you like you're sacred; an exquisite piece of art, for his eyes only.
But today, on the night of your wedding anniversary after he's reminded you of the profound vows you made to each other, you've expressed that you need a little more from your loving husband.
You want him to show you his strength. You can clearly see what his body is capable of- his muscles are just perfect for you to cling onto, whether you're having a late night stroll or he's pressing you into the mattress with your knees next to your ears.
So tonight, while you're sitting on his lap wearing nothing but pretty red lace, he really shouldn't be surprised when you ask him to manhandle you and go in raw... with no prep.
"But I want you to!"
He furrows his eyebrows.
"No."
You hold his tie, stroking up and down, nuzzling at his stoic face trying to earn a little smile.
"Please"
He doesn't stutter when he replies directly into your ear.
"I'm not fucking my wife without foreplay."
He pauses for a second, considering his next words.
"Do you want me to spank you instead?"
You bite your lip, feeling his husky whisper travel through your body, right to your core.
"But, Kentoo-" you huff and pout as if you're not pleased with the suggestion, "I want you to do it rough..."
"Cum on my fingers, then maybe I'll think about it."
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You're whimpering, lip starting to tremble due to the force of his hand.
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Of course, he worked an orgasm out of you easily, with fingers so thick and long it felt like he was already fucking you.
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Now, after getting you on your knees in front of the full length mirror, he delivers his end of the deal.
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"K-Kento-" your eyes are starting to get watery, but you hold out. You know he'll stop if he sees you crying.
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"Kento," you choke out, while he reaches a hand into your hair, lifting your head up to face him.
"What?"
"Y-your ring-"
You're referring to the elegant wedding band on his left ring finger.
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He looks down at your peachy ass from where he kneels, towering over you from behind, and sees the distinct hand prints starting to form. Along with a subtly deeper mark where the metal strikes your skin.
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"P-please take it off-" you plead, "o-or use your right hand- god"
You're loving the repeated heat of his hand on your ass, finally showing you his rougher side, but his metal ring is adding more than a little pain.
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"You want me to take my wedding ring off when I'm spanking you?"
He huffs, pausing to knead at your puffy cheeks.
"No, honey."
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"If I'm going to lay a hand on my wife after she asked me to,"
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"I'm going to do it properly."
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"And maybe this will remind you..."
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"not to be so demanding"
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"of your husband."
His vows to protect you and keep you safe are momentarily forgotten as he watches the juice trickle from your pretty pussy with every slap. He admires how small and cute your body looks in his hands.
Up until now, he's always been very aware, if a little nervous, of your size and power difference. But now, seeing you so excited by his firm hand, he's getting quite carried away.
He finally releases his throbbing erection with a groan, slotting himself up against you, grabbing your hair into a ponytail and pushing through your tight, dripping entrance. He eases himself in, praising you while keeping a harsh grip on your hair and ass.
And when the smooth tip of his cock is pressing on your cervix, he starts to lose it.
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Another wave of pain flashes over your skin. He starts up a heavy pace, growing bigger and harder now he can feel you gripping him.
"That's it, take me."
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"Take me like the slut you are"
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Fuck, your thighs tremble with a hard orgasm. He's never spoken to you like that before.
"You wanted it rough, didn't you?"
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He keeps spanking you with his left hand, despite the dark imprint of his ring on your skin. He wants you to remember what your sweet, doting husband can do to you.
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The only sounds leaving your mouth are slurred little whimpers of his name. He can barely make sense of anything else.
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His hips are driving into you forcefully now as he notices the tears nearly dropping from your pretty eyes.
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"If you can't take it,"
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"I'll stop."
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"N-no, no no-" you shake your head.
"And I won't do it again."
"-noo Kento, no I can, I can-
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"Okay, well if you shut your mouth,"
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"and take my cum"
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"maybe I'll do this for you every year."
You nod through the pain and watch your husband get rougher than he ever has. He's not treating you like a fragile little girl anymore, and you're loving every second of it.
You try to wriggle and nod your head, struggling against his grip on your hair.
"yesyesyes Ken- Kentoo please, please I need it-"
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He's starting to really like the sound of this; the sound of you.
"It'll be my special gift,"
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"for our anniversary."
So you keep quiet like he commanded, trying your best to show your obedience to this new, domineering side of your husband. You let him slap you and grab you and fuck you rough and dirty till he's folding you into the tightest mating press.
Only then, when you're whimpering and begging with his hand pressed around your throat, does he release his hot, creamy load. It's so deep and warm it makes you forget about all the pain he's given you this evening. But he gave it to you because you asked for it.
And now, every year, without fail, Kento lives up to his promise and fucks you without an ounce of control. There's no break pedal, and each year you enjoy seeing him getting rougher and rougher, until your darkest fantasies are finally met.
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i have much more to say on this matter...
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kheni-universe · 1 month
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Can't stop fantasizing about the sweet nicknames Nanami calls the reader or what they call each other like when your MARRIED or in just a relationship🤩 he'll be like:
"Hey sweetheart, good morning"
" Love, I'm at the store you want anything? "
" I love you too, Darling"
"It's time for breakfast, Honey"
"Babe, Where are you? "
"Goodnight to you too, Angel"
"Goodmorning ,my beloved Sunshine"
"I'm sorry, My love"
"Hey there, Gorgeous"
"You awake, Sweets? "
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Artist on Twitter (X) @/ _3aem
Who's next??? 🤩🤩🤩
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gojosbf · 7 months
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propertyofushiwaka · 6 months
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nanami is for the oldest daughters who want someone home by 6 and splits chores 50/50
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asunflowerana · 1 month
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"Fried or grilled chicken for tonight?"
"Uhm—" a hurried grunt can be heard from the other line, followed by the sounds of slashing and inhuman shrieks. He must still be busy. "Uhm, grilled is good, honey. What's the side dish?"
"Cheesy mashed potatoes and tomato sauce, just the way you like it." You close the fridge door, holding the phone with your free hand while the other arm carries the pot of fresh seasoned chicken you prepared a few hours ago. You organize the counter with all the ingredients, pan pre-heating with butter.
"Perfect." There are a few more distant grunts, but you can still understand your husband's approval, making you proceed with your dinner plans. "Don't forget to lower the heat, in case you want to practice your dance moves again."
"That was one time, Kento!" You sulk, not like being called out for grooving in the kitchen. Did you burn a few things back then? Yes, but who didn't? It was your favorite pop playlist, your body went on its own!
Making sure your phone stays still well between your ear and shoulder blade, you land the first filet of chicken breast on the hot pan, a not-so-usual sizzling sound taking place in the room. Yep, let's definitely lower the heat, you move your fingers around the knob. "I won't burn our food again, smarty pants. Stop bullying your wife."
But you can't stay mad at him for too long. Not when you feel his deep, breathless chuckles flowing right inside your ear, into your mind and heart, making your stomach flutter like a scholar girl just like every single time. "I'm sorry honey, you're right. Your food 's heaven, burned or not."
Letting out a last huff, you roll your eyes, feeling your lips curve in a lopsided smile. You bet Nanami has a similar one on his face right now. "How long 'til you come home?"
There's a small pause, filled with lowly breaths and the far sound of crickets. Maybe he finished what he was dealing with. "45 minutes from now. Think you can hold tight?"
"You're not deserving, but I'll make an effort." Now you hear the perfect form of a snicker, making you wish you could kiss it away and fill that pretty cheeky face with even more kisses. You miss your husband. "Come safe, 'kay? I'll see you soon."
"See you soon, honey. Stay safe."
And the red finish button is pressed. Nanami carefully returns the device inside his pocket, now investing his whole attention on the last, persistent curse gaping at him behind a pillar, thinking it could catch him out of guard.
Rubbing of the remains of blood coming from a small cut on his jaw, he roughly loosen the tight knot of his tie that you so lovingly did this morning. He needs to move without restraints if he wants to get the next subway, though.
"Let's finish for today, shall we?"
And like every weekday, Kento makes it on time.
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n-imaq · 9 months
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Gojo 🤝 Nanami : casting 4 black flashes on the same day + having the left side of your body burnt off then dying
honestly it shouldn’t come as a surprise that Yuuji is so good at using black flashes #like father like son (sorry Todo but it runs in the family)
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itadore-you · 2 months
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pairing: nanami kento x fem!reader c/w: implied smut, not canon events but it should be w/c: only 600 words today sorry <3
The way how Nanami tears off his clothes when he gets home: his tie already loosened the second he gets in the car; the dents at the back of his stiff, expensive oxford shoes because he can't be bothered to take them off properly; the trail of clothes left along the hallway as he finally reaches you. You've been waiting for so long for him to come back home, to be in your arms again. All those hours spent in a dull trance, wary and anxious that he's been badly injured from this mission.
The second that the hallway lights spill from underneath the door, you stand up giddily, knowing that he's back.
'My love...' Nanami says breathlessly, the chill from outside still burning on his cheeks. You rush into his arms, relaxing at his touch.
'Thank god you're back, Kento, I missed you so much.'
'I know, honey. I missed you too.'
You help him to unbutton his shirt, knowing how much he hates being in his work clothes. Nanami is eager to kiss you the moment it drops to the ground, hands circling your waist to bring you in closely.
'I quit today. It's all over now,' He pants between your kisses. 'You don't need to worry anymore.'
'What? What's over?" You're praying hard between each second you hold your breath, the day has finally come -
'I quit the job. No more fighting, and no more curses. Today was the last day.'
With his words, you can almost feel how each and every fibre of muscle in his body finally relaxes, how something comes back to life in his eyes again when he looks at you. Something about loving someone so deeply has imprinted on your soul, to a point where you start to think that maybe you become your other half somewhere along the way. Maybe emotions aren't all for one to bear - when one's away, you can still feel the other's suffering.
'When Nanami's happy, you're happy' is an understatement. The two of you are euphoric as you hold each other; Kento sweeps you off your feet as he's unable to contain his joy.
"I might have to burn these clothes forever. I never want to see them again," He sighs after eventually setting you down.
"I know it'd remind you of the past, but Ken," You watch as he kicks the shirt, tie and harness to the side - "I do always love seeing you in a nice suit and tie."
He raises an eyebrow in response, making you giggle. "I'll just have to find a new signature colour for you, won't I?"
"I'd love that, Kento..."
"Come, let me show you how much I love you."
With one swift motion, he's got you in the closest room possible, making sure that the surface he pins you against isn't too uncomfortable - it's a little indecent that he could barely keep his hands off of you in the hallway, but with the way how you look tonight (it's simply the radiance that happiness gives you), he can't help himself. Kento Nanami is a lost man until you give him purpose.
Just as he nips at your neck, he pulls away, blond hair falling into his eyes. "I apologise for coming on so quickly, I just-"
"No need to ask Kento, I want you right now."
He nods, pressing a fervent kiss to your lips, almost shaking when he eventually pulls away. "Mhm?"
"And I'd want you again. And again. It can all be tonight or tomorrow, whenever," You pant between kisses. "We have all the time in the world."
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Death comes to many too often, and even the life of a regular person can be cut short in an instant. Smaller threats outside of jujutsu sorcery still exist. But what's the point in thinking about that? In comparison to Nanami's previous daily life, it feels like nothing can harm him now.
Maybe, just maybe, both of you can grow old together, like this.
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