nanami x afab!f!reader, nsfw, 18+, not beta read cw: unprotected sex (and he cums inside you), fingering, nipple play if you squint, squirting
notes: a half-baked attempt at a nanami char study. also, not canon, this is post-jujutsu kaisen storyline, and nanami is alive and well – physically, at least. also x2, gege akutami, idgaf about you and your updated cute cyclops cat avatar, when i get you, it's fucking over for you.
NANAMI HAS a habit of falling into silence after arguments with you.
your first fight, you interpreted his silence as stonewalling, a way to prevent the conversation from continuing so that he wouldn’t have to take any more accountability or responsibility. so, you interrogated – demanded that he say something, anything.
but, in a fragile, almost meek voice, he hoarsely responded, “i’m sorry, my love. i just… i just need time to think.”
almost instinctively, you lurched forward to embrace him. you couldn’t bear to see him in such a state any longer – eyes downcast and watery, fists balled tightly, perspiration collecting on his temples.
“take all the time you need, kento,” you reassured.
the following morning, the two of you discussed and made amends over breakfast (which he got up early to make). and nanami revealed parts of himself you had never known before.
you see, nanami takes his roles as your partner for life and, more generally, as an adult very seriously. he’s given several subject matters and issues deep thought – the jujutsu world, global affairs, mentorship, parenting, and more –, yet he still finds himself in situations he hasn’t encountered before and is stumped. he doesn’t know how to proceed, how to navigate, unable to adapt because a critical, sneering voice in his head exacerbates his immobility.
it screams: “why don’t you know what to do!”
he’s suffering from performance anxiety, disabled from acting like the adult he should be, reminded of the fact that he was forced to grow up when he was still only a teenager, still too underprepared and incapable to handle anything independently. he can’t even prevent his own relationship from falling apart, and that’s something within his control.
and you know these thoughts still poison your husband’s mind today. even though he’s no longer a sorcerer, and the both of you have moved to kauntan, malaysia, they will probably plague him for the rest of his life, fueled by his regrets and grief.
it’s obviously frustrating for you. but you’re also an adult, and you’re no stranger to regrets or grief yourself. unlike nanami, however, you’re more optimistic, even arguably whimsical and idealistic. just as there is so much pain and suffering in the world, there is also love and comfort. and you’d like to be a source of that support for nanami, standing right beside him as you both move forward, learning to seek and appreciate joy while living with sadness and mourning.
so after every heated conversation (because the two of you have resolved to never fight again), you stay true to your words and remind your husband just how far-reaching and unconditional your love is.
you’re seated on his lap and cupping his face in your palms.
“kento, look at me,” you whisper as you search for his eyes. nanami always gets so shy when you do this. you coax again, “kento, just let me say what i have to say, alright?”
“you don’t have to do this every time,” he mutters, though you know he doesn’t mean it.
“i’ll keep this up until you stop avoiding me.”
with that, he acquiesces. he peers at you, a little nervous and hesitant.
“kento, remember,” you begin, “when we argue, it doesn’t mean i want to break up with you.” kiss. “it doesn’t mean i hate you.” kiss. “it doesn’t mean you’re a horrible person.” you pepper a few more pecks, scattering them across his cheekbones, chin, and the spot right between his eyebrows. “it’s natural” – and you stress this – “for us to disagree and be annoyed at each other because we are not the same person. we both know what to do better on, and that’s that, yeah?”
nanami grunts in agreement, and you happily reward him with a longer smooch on his lips before you finish, “you’re the love of my life, kento, and nothing will change that. i hope you come to believe that.”
he blushes at your confession and mumbles a soft “i love you” in response.
content with your work, you start to sit up, preparing to slide off of nanami’s lap. however, nanami’s hands fly up to square your hips, preventing you from leaving.
“kento?” you ask. he doesn’t say anything, simply takes one of your hands and presses it against his growing bulge. you let out a soft sound of surprise.
“this is incredibly indecent of me,” he mumbles. “i just… need to show you how grateful i am for you.”
it’s your turn to melt at his words. heat floods your face, and you nod enthusiastically, earning a light giggle from your husband.
nanami leans forward to kiss you, gentle presses of his lips to yours. his left hand has bunched your nightgown to give his right access to the tops of your thighs and your core. his right hand caresses, almost tickles, the sensitive skin of your legs, palming and squeezing them as he feels you. he continues to travel upward, reaching to play with the fringes of your underwear. your whimper is swallowed by him as well, as he sneaks his tongue into your mouth, transitioning the kiss into a full-blown makeout.
he traces your folds and lines through your panties, his fingertips poking at the wet spot that is starting to dampen the lace and cotton. just his sheer touch is enough to make you keen, transform into a whimpering mess that only wants more, more, all of him. as a result, you pull away, translucent spit connecting and stretching out before it’s broken apart as you take off your nightgown and throw it behind you. nanami also strips himself of his shirt, before the two of you crash back together and resume kissing and mouthing and moaning.
nanami’s hands continue to work magic on your body – circling around and then tugging and twisting at your puffy nipples, shifting your panties to the side and inserting a thick finger into your squelching hole. throwing caution and embarrassment to the wind, he even becomes a little forceful and only gives you a brief moment to adjust before he shoves two more fingers in, forcing your pussy to take in three at once.
you can only throw your head back, whining his name, pressure and pleasure making you drool.
“sorry, dearest, i’m usually more careful than this,” he grunts through gritted teeth. his cock is still stuck in the confines of his pajama pants, and he knows he should give you more time. but, after a few more seconds, he has to pull his cock out, slip his fingers out of you, and align his tip with your entrance.
“i need it,” you sob, your hands gripping tightly onto his shoulders.
“are you sure?” you firmly nod your head, leaving him no choice but to stuff you full.
the stretch is delicious. honeyed. syrupy. your walls welcome him, and you feel your heart fill with so much warmth. the two of you are so clearly in love, heart eyes locked onto each other’s, even as nanami ruts into you and your nipples sing as they graze against his chest. you’re panting each other’s names, finding some way – any way – to get even closer, prove that physicality could never impede the joining of your souls. your thighs trap the sides of nanami’s legs, and your husband has lowered his hands to cup your ass to better bounce you up and down on his cock. every rock stretches you out even more, allowing him to sink even deeper into you.
you yelp, “kento! i – hah – love! you!” even though you’re short of breath, you try your best to say it over and over again, desperately hoping that nanami can get a glimpse of just how much you cherish him.
he gasps, “you just – never stop giving.” nanami knows he will never be able to string words together the way you do, intonate them with such profound adoration and admiration like you do. so the least he can do is show you.
he embraces you fully, arms moving up to wrap around your chest and torso, and hugs you closely as he thrusts up, punching air out of you so that you’re totally out of breath. he’s giving you everything he has because never has he felt so moved in his life. he just wants to give you everything, and if he can give you even a taste of ecstasy, he’ll be able to sleep soundly by your side tonight.
you’re fucked out, mouth lolling open, and because you’ve lost even the strength to hold your head up, you rest yourself in the crook of nanami’s neck.
“i’m close,” you whisper. dutifully, nanami nods, gives you a swift kiss on the cheek, and hammers even harder into you. each sheathe of his cock is a force to be reckoned, and in no time, you feel yourself squirting all over, losing yourself to the sensation of being enclosed by nanami’s body, heat, and devotion. nanami follows shortly thereafter, sucking heavily on your collarbone as he fills you up, up, up with his cum, a promise to remind you for day’s to come that he will always give you himself over to you, over and over again, everyday if you so pleased.
as the two of you rest, he looks down at you and waits for you to come back to him. and when you do, he musters his courage because, while words may always fail him, he will always try his best for you. “i love you more than you know,” he promises, voice laced with blissful exhaustion, and kisses you once again.
Handwrite. (If you already are, write in a different coloured pen.)
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Word sprints. Set a timer and write as much as you can. Not a lot of time to overthink things.
Set your own goals and deadlines.
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The air is crisp today. The flowers may wilt in the coming weather. Adam makes himself busy picking some for you, ones he think will look pretty tangled in your hair. The knights snicker when they see the bouquet he has made, but they make no comments.
He goes to see you. He must see you.
You are not in the kitchen, which is odd. The ladies are working on food for a royal banquet that shall be held tonight. A noble family is visiting, hoping their son may be a suitor for the princess.
"Where is...?" Adam asks, his voice surprisingly soft. Mary glances at him and smiles.
"She is at the gates, I believe. She is meeting—"
She is not able to tell him. He is already gone.
He goes around the grounds to the front of the castle. There is a crowd, a carriage that noblemen are exiting. There are knights and servants busying themselves with their horses and supples. And then there is you, standing on the outskirts, your back to him. He is approaching you when you squeal with delight, picking up your skirt and running to the knights.
His heart drops when you jump into one of their arms.
He stares, feeling an ache in his chest as the man spins you in the air, the two of you laughing and smiling.
And then, an unquenchable rage builds.
"Look at you!" you say when the man sets you down. "You have grown so tall. And your beard," you marvel, touching his jaw.
"And look at you! You have grown so beautiful, Y/N!"
"Oh, hush!"
"I mean it. I am sure the men of the castle fight for the chance to speak to you. Constantine must be jealous!"
"Oh..." You pull away, smoothing your skirt. "Constantine... he is—"
A large hand finds the man's neck, holding tight.
"Adam!"
"I will kill you," he says, strangling the man, almost lifting him off the ground. "I will rip you piece by piece!"
"Adam, you unhand him this instant!" you yell, grabbing his forearm and pulling. "You let go of my brother right now!"
Adam falters, releasing the man after a moment. He gasps, stepping back, touching his throat. You rush to him.
"Bernard, are you alright?" you ask, worry in your tone as you touch his face. He nods and you sigh, turning to Adam, your face scrunched in a hideous scowl. You stomp toward him, slapping him across the face. "How dare you?! How dare you attack my brother as if he is an enemy?!"
"I... my lady, I did not know. I thought—"
"I do not care what you thought! You have no right to act like a cruel beast, you—"
"Y/N," Bernard grabs your shoulder, steadying you. "It is alright. I am fine." He looks to Adam, giving an uncertain smile. "You are quite strong, sir. I was not prepared."
"I..." He swallows, feeling foolish. "You are lady Y/N's brother?"
"Yes, sir." He holds out his hand, a peace offering. "I am Bernard, Y/N's eldest brother."
Adam blinks, taking the hand and shaking it.
"Eldest?"
"Eldest of eight, sir."
"Eight..." Adam looks at you. "I... I did not know you had brothers."
"Five, to be exact." Bernard pats your shoulder as you cross your arms. "Y/N here is the baby."
"The baby..." Adam clears his throat, bowing slightly. "I am sorry, sir. I did not know you were related."
"Tis alright, good sir. You were merely defending Constantine's honor!" Bernard smiles at you. "Tell me, sister, have you had children yet?"
You shift, staring at the ground.
"I have not. Sir Constantine... died in battle... before we could marry."
"Oh..." Bernard pulls you to his chest, holding you as you wrap your arms around him. "Oh, my dear sister, I am so sorry..."
"I have grieved," you say, patting his back before pulling away. Bernard flattens his mouth before looking back at Adam.
"Then... who are you, good sir?"
Adam swallows.
"Sir Adam Fischer, sir. I am a royal knight at this castle."
"Ah, I see." He shifts on his legs, pointing at the bouquet in his hands. "And the flowers? Are they yours, or for your lady?"
"They..." Adam looks at you, holding the flowers tighter. "They are for..."
Bernard looks between the two of you and smiles.
"For my sister? How kind of you, sir!" He pats your shoulder as you turn away. "Y/N, look at the flowers he has picked for you."
"I will not accept them," you snarl, hands clasping at your apron.
"Sister, do not be so cold. They are a gift." Bernard beckons Adam to hand him the flowers. When he does so, Bernard holds them in front of your face, rubbing your back. "Look! Tis a lovely bouquet. Please, take them and smile."
You hesitate, eventually taking the flowers from your brother and bringing them close.
"Very good. Now, you must give me a tour of your castle. Show me all the best hiding spots." He jostles your shoulders and you huff out a laugh. He holds out his arm and you take it, beginning to walk with him. Bernard looks back to Adam and smiles. "We shall speak later, good sir!"
Adam watches the two of you walk away, his heart heavy.
At the dining hall in the evening, Bernard waves Adam to his table. He pats the seat beside him.
"I saved you a chair, good sir!"
"Thank you," Adam says, taking his seat. They gather food in silence as the room bustles around them.
"I... I am sorry for being so foolish today, sir," Adam says, hanging his head. "I... I was worried that..."
"You thought my sister was hugging a possible suitor, did you not?" he asks, looking at Adam. He glances at Bernard and nods. Bernard barks out a laugh. "So silly. But I would have done the same when I was younger with my wife. I accept your apology."
"Thank you, sir."
"You fancy her?" he asks, and Adam nods again. "I can tell. You are not subtle, good sir."
"I... I simply cannot help myself."
"What do you like of her?"
"She..." He sighs, resting his cheek in his hand. "She is beautiful. She is kind and sweet, and smart, and hard working. I admire her."
"There are many good reasons to like my sister." He shovels food into his mouth. "Are you courting her?"
"I am trying, sir." Bernard laughs.
"She is as stubborn as a mule at times. She will come to you if you practice patience."
Adam twists his mouth, thinking. Bernard watches him as he takes a bite of bread.
"She spoke of you today." Adam's eyes widen.
"She did?"
"Yes." He takes a sip of beer. "She said you were strong, which I have already experienced. She said you are brash and crude, and that you do not know manners at times."
Adam pokes his food with his fork, unable to find his appetite.
"She likes you a great deal."
Adam stops, looking at Bernard who is smiling into the distance.
"How can you tell, sir?"
"She is easy to read to me, always has. She tries to hide her feelings, but she is not always good at it." He scratches at his beard. "She was very careful with the flowers you gave. She touched them a great deal. She did not stop me when I put one of them behind her ear."
Adam hums, beginning to eat.
"I only ask that you treat her kindly. She deserves a good husband who will provide for her."
"I want to give her everything," he says, grabbing a piece of bread. He looks up at Bernard, who is smiling at him.
"You are a good man. I think you will suit her well."
Adam goes to the kitchen after dinner to apologize to you, but you are not there. He sees the bouquet he picked for you, sitting on the kitchen table, in a vase with water.
He feels his heart swell.
This is the best idea in the history of film.
Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Female Reader
Genre: Fluffy Smutty Romance, Unplanned Pregnancy/Sort of Enemies to Lovers AU
CW: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Baby Daddy Nanami Kento, Unplanned Pregnancy, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Angst/Hurt/Comfort, Smut, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Oral Sex, MINORS DNI
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Summary:
You probably shouldn’t have slapped him.
But you didn’t care. He deserved it after days of dismissive remarks and hard glares to everything you worked so hard for.
“I’m pregnant. I don’t want your help. I don’t need your help. The fact that you’re the father is more than enough to keep me away from you.”
or: Despite your differences and frustrations with one another, you share a drunk but passionate night tangled in the sheets. But now, five weeks later, you and Nanami Kento have no choice but to navigate a rocky relationship while also embracing the new responsibilities of parenthood that lay ahead.
Author’s Notes: This is my very first fic and a WIP. I have two more chapters left. This entire process has been a journey and there will always be things that I can improve on. But for now, please enjoy. I hope you enjoy reading as much as I love writing it! <3
~Those Moments In Between - moments that take place during and after It Had To Be You.~
Thank you all for coming on this journey with me. Feel free to leave a comment to let me know your thoughts. Or send me a message if you want! Love you all <3
Chapter 1: Your life comes to a startling halt when you realize the abrasive and dismissive man you shared a passionate but drunken night with is now the father of your child.
Chapter 2: That first day when you meet him, you’re bright eyed and ready to work alongside him, filled with so many ideas that will benefit the company. Him, Nanami Kento, a highly esteemed director that always made your stomach flip in desire. But it turns out, he’s not what you thought. Flashback
Chapter 3: When it comes to work, Nanami likes to follow a specific code for people like you. And he would like to think it’s working so far. But one too many drinks and things change. Flashback
Chapter 4: When you think you’re a step ahead to keep Nanami out of your way, your world comes crashing down and makes it harder for you to decide to break the news.
Chapter 5: You want nothing to do with him. Nanami wants to make the right decision.
Chapter 6: You catch subtle glimpses of another side of Nanami. You both come together to meet the life you have created together. A traumatic part of your life makes itself known.
Chapter 7: Pregnancy hormones get the best of you. You are given a big opportunity in your company. But it’s not what it seems.
Chapter 8: You deal with the fallout. An unexpected visitor puts your life in jeopardy. Nanami tries to pick up the pieces.
Chapter 9: You make a life change and show a side of yourself that you never wanted to entertain. Nanami asks you to dinner.
Chapter 10: You catch a glimpse of the growing life within. A home cooked meal and a searing kiss.
Chapter 11: Nanami gifts you with something that sets a new course in your life. When confessions are finally laid on the table, you both give in.
Chapter 12: A vulnerable moment with each other. A baby shower. An accident that throws Nanami’s life in disarray.
Chapter 13: You and Nanami navigate through grief.
Chapter 14: A birthday, a confession, and a new addition.
Chapter 15: You and Nanami navigate through the first months of parenthood. Nanami gives you an amazing birthday gift. A surprising encounter with someone from Nanami’s past makes you unsure of yourself.
Chapter 16: The last person you ever wanted to see pries into your life. Nanami makes a life changing decision. Your hard work finally pays off.
Chapter 17: You work hard to bring life to something dear to Nanami.
Chapter 18: You help Nanami on the anniversary of Yu's death. Nanami finally works up his courage during a warm day of Sakura season.
Chapter 19 (Epilogue): Things finally come together.
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dancing on 2 of ur favs in the clurb while amaarae plays...
I like when Reader is a lil evil