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Dear darling wife, the distance is agony...
Synopsis: in which you're upset with your husband and won't respond to his messages, so he has to resort to contacting you during work hours... using your work emails Warnings: fluff, slightly suggestive, playful arguing β no one's actually upset, features guests stars (one gets bullied).
From: [email protected] Subject: Talk To Me Please
Good morning, dear,Β Or rather, itΒ wouldΒ be, if my wife so much as looked in my direction this morning. Instead, I find myself writing to you like some forgotten soul behind enemy lines, using this means of communication as if I am but a mere stranger begging for a moment of your time. It is humiliating. Your refusal to hear your husband out is noted and begrudgingly endured but I forgive you (see? It is not so hard at all).Β Please just answer your messages. We have a data plan for a reason.Β Love, always,Β Your Kento
From: [email protected] Subject: Seriously?
Hello Kento,Β I hope you are well.Β Please refrain from contacting me via my work email. It is inappropriate and annoyingly endearing. Let me be mad in peace. Thank you.Β Best wishes,Β Your Wife
From: [email protected] Subject: Please Forgive Me
Hello to you too, sweetheart, I must admit your response is both upsetting and encouraging. Truthfully, I wasn't expecting you to respond at all. Of course, I wish your email was more welcoming but beggars and whatnot. What must I do, my love? I have apologised. Not once or twice, but countless times. So many times now it feels like βIβm so sorryβ were my first words. I rose early to prepare your favourite breakfast β drove clear across the city to find the precise ingredients (you and I both know there is only one acceptable brand of jam in this household). I plated it neatly, included a smiley face, just as you like it, though, I observed, it was met with a frown, thus defeating the spirit of these things.Β Your work clothes were laid out, ironed with care and to perfection, if I may say so myself. I made sure the heating was on well before you awoke, so the chill wouldnβt bother you so β Iβve seen how cold mornings test yourβ¦patience, should we say. Your lunch was packed and ready, with a handwritten note tucked inside, although Iβm sure you carelessly tossed it aside in your bid to destroy my will to live on a spiritual level. It was a new recipe, by the way. I hope it suits your taste. Do let me know. Perhaps by softening your glare when you arrive home since apparently smiles are beneath you. Even last night, I relinquished the duvet entirely β though I must admit, it was less an offering and more a tactical surrender after youΒ ripped it from my body without mercy. I woke up frozen, on the brink of pneumonia. Need I remind you, I am at a tender age?Β And after all of thatβ¦ You walked past me. Not a word. Not even a glance. You washed the dishes (which is, and I cannot stress this enough,Β myΒ responsibility), and shoved my work clothes off the bed because β what was it? The sleeve was βencroachingβ upon your own and the cotton needed space because βhusband air is toxic?β That was particularly hurtful. Entirely uncalled for. My blazer may never recover. Still, I could take it. I could take all of it. Because I admit my fault and I recognise my need to be punished. But to leave without kissing me goodbye? That, my love, was unconscionable. A line crossed. A declaration of war. An admittance of lesser character. I am disappointed in you. Thus, I now join your unrelenting form on the S.S. Marital Displeasure. Letβs see how we fare at sea, together. Yours, unwaveringly, Kentoβ the husband you once swore never to abandon P.S.Β Dinner is on me tonight. Please let me know what time youβll be home. P.P.S.Β You looked radiant this morning. Even in silence. Even in a mood. Youβre still the most beautiful thing in the room.
From: [email protected] Subject: Wow. Just Wow
Kento,Β You infuriatingly adorable man. All those things you listed about this morning are things you do everyday. I know that was supposed to guilt trip me, but that just annoyed me more cause I get it β youβre totally perfect and handsome and tall and you smell nice. Ugh, youβre the worst. Lunch was yummy, by the way. Ten out of ten. The note, which I didnβt carelessly throw away mind you (that was very rude to assume, how dare you) telling me βyou are loved even when youβre grumpyβ was not. I am not grumpy, Kento. I amΒ aggrieved.Β YouΒ have aggrievedΒ me.Β Also, donβt try to guilt trip me about the cover hogging. You run hot and you know we have a spare duvet in the closet. Many times now, I've begged you to take it because I know I have bad sleeping habitsΒ BUTΒ youΒ refused. You said, need I remind you, that you insist on sharing one to be as close to me as possible. Your words.Β The work clothes thing was an accident. I didnβt mean to push it off, and I was trying to stay mad so I made up some lie. Tell your blazer Iβm sorry. Tell its owner I will never forgive nor forget. You know what you did.Β And I donβt want you to join my ship. We canβt both be on it. Weβll sinkβ¦damn thatβs metaphorical. For your own good, get off now whilst you still can.Β Lukewarm wishes,Β Your Wife P.S.Β Iβll be home later than you, I have some things to finish P.P.S.Β There was only one other person in the room and that was you, and even then you were clearly the more beautiful one Mr. Wakes Up With A Five OβClock Shadow And Silky Golden Locks. That pissed me off so much more. Try to be less perfect, thank you.
From: [email protected] Subject: I Miss You
My dearest, Iβve read your message precisely three times and still, Iβm not entirely sure whether Iβve been forgiven or sentenced. However, I feel a sense of optimism, foolish or not.Β Let me begin with your opening line:Β βinfuriatingly adorableββ it is not quite a compliment but I accept it with caution regardless. IΒ amΒ adorable and I understand that you wish I wasnβt. As soon as possible, I will find a cure. Moreover, in reference to my morning route, youβre right, of course. The tasks I listedΒ areΒ things I do every day. Not as some grand gesture, but because loving you β actively, attentively, without pause β is part of my daily routine. Like ironing my shirts or making my coffee. Itβs muscle memory now. If I were to stop, I fear I might just malfunction and catch fire. That said, if you areΒ aggrievedΒ β not grumpy, as I so mistakenly suggested, please forgive me for that too β then I humbly bow to your deliverance, Lady Justice. Though I maintain that the distinction is rather blurry when youβre stomping past me with furrowed brows and lips pressed into a line sharp enough to cut marble, lips I dare say I wish I could kiss into their usual form. Regarding the duvet β yes, I recall saying that. I stand by it. Even if I must freeze to death one night beneath your siege of unconscious theft, I would still rather reach out and find you beside me than not. You will indubitably note that that was unnecessarily dark, Iβm sure, and youβll then make a comment about the phase we shall not talk about that I went through in my youth. Further, the blazer has accepted your apology. It insists you take it off me tonight. (Is that too forward? You usually love when Iβm forward but I worry this will only enrage you more, likely in a way that will leaveΒ meΒ dangerously sore. Perhaps that is what I intend. I cannot tell anymore. I just miss your touch). As for the note, I didnβt assume you threw it away. I merely feared it. I know you well enough to know that even when youβre furious, youβre still gentle with the things I give you. Itβs one of those things you do that melt my heart. Lastly, your ship β this solitary vessel of marital vengeance β sounds lonely. It is precisely that reason however that I must stay aboard, respectfully. With all my love, Kento β your infuriatingly tall, overly warm, occasionally smug but entirely yours husband P.S.Β Iβll have dinner ready by the time youβre home. P.P.S.Β I will attempt to be less perfect, though I make no promises. Iβve spent years mastering my five oβclock shadow, it practically comes in on its own when it senses youβre at your most vulnerable. As for my silky, golden locks, I owe that to you and your hair mask. Thank you.
From: [email protected] Subject: Tempting
Kento. Iβve read your message. Twice. Once dramatically, on break. Once again, aloud, with emphasis, so the plants in my office could also judge you. And I must say... The audacity. The calm. The poetry. The charm. Ugh. Disgusting. I hate how you win arguments by being emotionally intelligent and devastatingly eloquent. Stop. Also, your blazer isΒ soΒ dramatic. I was always going to take it off you, that was never in question. And yes, I love when you're forward. I loved it just now. Reminds me of that time we snuck off into the janitor's closet and... Moving on. I will admit (reluctantly) that your words were very lovely, they usually are, and the image of you freezing like a noble idiot because you'd rather suffer than part from me for even a life-saving second was both tragic and romantic andΒ exactlyΒ the kind of behaviour that makes staying mad at you basically impossible. I hate that for me. But fine. F I N E. You may stay aboard my metaphorical ship, provided you bring snacks and acknowledge that I am the captain and youβre just here for deck-swabbing privileges and forehead kisses. Youβll be handsomely rewarded ;) Love, Your Wife (Still aggrieved. But slightly less so. Likeβ¦ 69% less.) P.S.Β If youβre trying to seduce me via dinner, itβs working. You might get that kiss. Or two. Depends how good it is. P.P.S. Donβt think Iβd miss the opportunity to mention MCR Kento. Your past will haunt you forever.
From: [email protected] Subject: Please Stop
Dear YN and Nanami Kento,Β I hope you are both well.Β Do forgive me for intruding but, as Head of HR and as your friend, I feel a need to remind you both that you are liaising using your work emails which are monitored by HR. Resolving marital disputes on company hours and company mail is not recommended nor permitted. Please set this aside for when you get home. I also wish to remind you that your offices are a short distance from each other. There doesnβt seem to be a need to be communicating via emails at all. From my desk, I have been watching you two write your emails with smiles on your faces.Β I suspect neither of you are mad at each other at all. So, YN, please just forgive him already. He hasnβt done much work all day, whereas your productivity has somehow increased. We should probably hold a meeting to discuss both changes. I am concerned.Β Lastly, your fight is distracting everyone. One colleague described it as βfunny,β another βsweet,β and someone else called it βforeplayβ β Iβm sure you understand why exactly I intervened. You are both already on two strikes. Please don't make me remind you of what exactly what happened the last two times. The company is still paying for therapy sessions for the affected employees. Do better.Β Best wishes,Β Ijichi Kiyotaka P.S. Why were you even mad? Did he forget an anniversary? Comment on your weight?
From: [email protected] Subject: Kinda Embarrassed. No Longer Mad
Dear Kento, Did not realise the whole office was invested in this. No wonder the intern was giving me a look and Sharon from IT told me that she and her husband also fight like this to βspice upβ their love life, and that its best when the husband gets mad too. TMI but appreciated. Are you even capable of getting mad at me? Well, anyway, you heard the man. Letβs continue this conversation at home.Β And Ijichi, I know youβre reading this, you Peeping Tom. I hope you know weβre going to make sweet, dirty love tonight. All night. Bring this up to the Big Boss, I dare you. I know you havenβt forgotten the huge favour you owe me for beating Gojo up when he needlessly sent you on errands around the city. Please stand up for yourself. Do better, as you say. Kento, letβs go home together tonight. I need to apologise to your blazer as soon as possible and catch up on kisses expeditiously. In fact, expect a knock on your office door.Β Love,Β Your wife
From: [email protected] Subject: Didn't Notice Ijichi's P.S.
Dear Nanami, and Ijichi because you're reading these, He sat on my bunny plushie yesterday. He flattened her. I'm mad again. Hate, YN P.S. Hair mask rights have been revoked. Buy your own.
From: [email protected] Subject: Thank You, Ijichi
Dear wife and Peeping Tom colleague, You have no appreciation for the work I put in to get back into my wife's good graces. All your disclaimers about simply doing your job were clearly written in deceit since your gossiping self could not resist prying. Do not think I haven't overheard you collecting bets on why she was mad at me in the break room. Please expect Gojo's presence in your office with some new, overbearing task soon. You're welcome. Worst wishes (to Ijichi), Nanami Kento And nothing but love (to my wife), Ken
From: [email protected] Subject: Don't Read This One, Ijichi
Ken, You're so hot when you're all assertive. Wanna get strike three? Preferably in your office, on your desk? Gojo can distract everyone for an hour...or two. Lust, Your Wife
From: [email protected] Subject: Don't Keep Me Waiting
Sweetheart, Door's open.
From: [email protected] Subject: I Am Not A Peeping Tom
I hate you both and you deserve each other. Regrettably, Ijichi Kiyotaka
From: [email protected] Subject: Freakyyyy
Dear Nanami, YN, and my favourite Peeping Tom, This is what happens in the office? Wow, maybe I should get a desk job (lol that's probably what Nanami's getting right now, lucky guy). Can't believe I was slaving away, keeping the world safe, and you two were slacking off and getting it on. I'm expecting a baby Nanami soon. Make me the godfather pls pls pls Stay sexy, The Strongest P.S. Can I watch? P.P.S. Iβm kidding P.P.P.S. β¦Unless?
you thought youβd get under his skin with a little flirting β too bad gojoβs got his reversed cursed technique ready to steal every orgasm and keep you begging for more. how far would you go to reclaim whatβs yours?
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cw: feral unhinged gojo , orgasm denial using supernatural powers, rough revenge sex , overstimulation , size kink (implied) , oral sex (f. receiving) , emotional vulnerability including crying and begging , degradation , mention of naoya zenin .
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youβd done it on purpose.
a gentle laugh, a hand on Naoya Zenin's arm, the way your voice softened β just a little β when you said his name.
Gojo had watched from across the room, eyes hidden behind his blindfold, a smile on his lips that didnβt reach his voice.
it was petty. youβd wanted to sting him. to get a reaction, but Gojo Satoru doesnβt do jealousy.
he does revenge.
which is why youβre here now β naked and trembling on his bed, your body wrung out from being dragged to the edge and back again, each high meticulously stolen by the brush of his cursed energy, each orgasm erased with the clinical precision of a man who could do this forever, his blindfold and clothes now discarded on the floor too.
but first β heβd made you feel it.
he had dragged your knees apart and spread you open with the reverence of a priest and the cruelty of a god.
his tongue was devastating. slow, languid strokes at first β deliberate, as if memorizing the shape of your folds with the flat of it, as if the taste of you was something to savor rather than devour.
his breath fanned out over your slick skin, humid and maddening. every pass of his tongue sent your hips twitching, but he didnβt let you move β not even a little.
he moaned against you, low and indulgent, as if your pussy fed something primal in him.
your hands fisted in his hair. your thighs tried to close around his head, trembling, but he shoved them back open β firm, unhurried, unbothered. one hand gripped your inner thigh tight enough to bruise, the other slid underneath you, palm pressing flat to your lower belly β pinning you down, anchoring you like he knew you were about to come undone.
his mouth sealed around your clit, sucking slow, torturous pulls that made you choke on your own breath. then the tip of his tongue flicked β quick and rhythmic, teasing the bundle of nerves with surgical precision.
he alternated between flattening his tongue and curling it against you, dragging the wet muscle over every swollen, sensitive spot like he was testing how far he could push you without letting you fall.
and when you began to shake β legs tensing, voice gone β he shifted slightly, lips slippery with your slick, then whispered against your cunt like a secret, βthatβs it, babyβ¦ give it to me.β
you came... or tried to.
snap, gone.
the orgasm vanished like a phantom breath, ripped from your nerves before it could detonate. your mouth opened in a soundless cry, the pleasure caught in your chest like a sob that wouldnβt release.
that was the beginning of your unraveling.
now, an hour later, he kneels between your legs, sleeves rolled up, mouth glistening, fingers stroking idly at your folds. you twitch under his touch.
βstill feeling flirty?β he hums, mock curious, tilting his head like he doesnβt already know. βor are we learning how to behave now?β
you glare at him, but itβs pathetic. youβre flushed and panting, thighs spread wide, unable to even close them with how sore you are. youβve already cum β what, three times? four?
no. you havenβt. thatβs the sick joke of it.
your body has. screamed and clenched and convulsed. but every single time, just as you came β heβd used reversed cursed technique on your nerves, wiping away the peak as if it never happened.
leaving you empty. ruined. needing.
he was never angry. never cold. just... calmly vindictive, βyouβre insane,β you croak out.
he hums again, amused, like youβve said something sweet. βyou knew that when you chose me, you're just as bad.β
you try to sit up. he presses your hips back down instantly, one handed, with terrifying ease.
βtoruββ
he leans in, licks a slow stripe up your inner thigh. βdonβt say my name like that unless you mean it, baby.β
your whole body jerks. βi do,β you pant. βpleaseβlet me cum this time. i wonβt flirt with him ever again.β
he smiles. but itβs not kindness β itβs confirmation. βthere it is,β he murmurs, pleased. βtook you long enough.β
the fourth orgasm hits like a freight train, or it wouldβve.
you feel it build in your gut β tight, volcanic, desperate. his fingers are perfect, curling inside you, thumb circling your clit, his mouth whispering filth you can barely process. and just as your breath catches β just as your body tries to surrender againβ
gone.
you scream into your own hand. he sighs, mock sympathetic. βawww. almost.β you writhe, tears slipping from your eyes.
he leans in close, licking one off your cheek, his voice silky. βyou know how precise i have to be to catch it right as you tip over? itβs hard work.β
βsadist,β you whisper, βmmhmm,β he nods like youβve complimented him. βtry again?β
you shake your head. βno. iβI canβt.β he kisses your stomach, soft. βyou will.β
by the time heβs undone your sixth orgasm, youβve forgotten why you flirted with anyone in the first place.
youβre incoherent. your body is oversensitized to the point of pain, nerves frayed, thighs shaking every time he exhales near your cunt. your fists clench the sheets. you hate him. you need him so bad that it hurts.
heβs humming a tune. casual. barely sweaty, even though heβs been at this for over an hour.
βiβm honestly impressed,β he says, pressing two fingers back inside you. βi thought youβd safeword by now.β
you blink up at him, barely. βi want to cum.β
he smiles, slow. βyou want that, but you also knew what you were doing, baby. you knew what would happen the moment you put your hands on him.β
your breath catches.
βyou did it for this.β he kisses your inner thigh. βyou wanted me to snap. to fuck you stupid. to ruin you.β
he bites, just enough to make you gasp, βiβm only obliging.β you sob β half laughter, half broken plea. βthen fucking ruin me, gojo satoru.β
he freezes for a second.
then β something changes.
when he slides into you, with no warning. just heat and stretch and a low, animal growl torn from his throat.
your cunt, swollen and hypersensitive, welcomes him in with an obscene squelch. youβre soaked β slippery and pulsing β and yet the thickness of him still steals the breath from your lungs. he sinks in slowly, grinding deeper with every inch until his hips press flush to yours and his cock is nestled so far inside, you feel him in your ribs.
your walls spasm around him, clenching like your bodyβs trying to drag him in deeper, as if itβll never be enough.
you cry out, legs instinctively hooking around his waist despite the ache. he grabs under your knees and bends them up and out β folding you open, exposing everything, letting you feel every inch of stretch and friction as he rocks his hips forward again.
βfuckβstill this tight after all that?β he groans against your neck, voice rough and disbelieving.
you canβt answer. your brain is static.
he draws out slow β so slow β and your pussy clings to him, velvety and drenched, unwilling to let go. you feel everything: the ridge of his head, the drag along your walls, the pressure curling low in your gut again like a threat.
and then he slams back in.
you scream. your body jolts under his weight, the bed creaking beneath you. he does it again β snapping his hips with brutal accuracy, hitting that deep spot inside you over and over until your back arches and your fingers seize against his scalp.
his rhythm is devastating. perfectly cruel. he fucks you like heβs driving something out of you β like he wants to brand himself into your bones.
your chest drags against his with every thrust, your breasts bouncing between your bodies, slick skin slapping slick skin. every inhale tastes like him β his sweat, his breath, the faint trace of your arousal still slick on his lips, making them glossy and so fucking kissable.
your arms wrap around his shoulders as if on instinct, fingers trembling where they knot into his snowy hair. your chest presses flush to his, nipples stiff against him, and as he fucks you, you kiss him β anywhere you can reach. his neck, his jaw, his cheek, his collarbone β each frantic, sloppy kiss smeared with desperation, a string of saliva clinging to your parted lips every time you gasp against him.
βplease,β you whisper into his throat, voice cracked and close to crying. βdonβt take this one. pleaseβpleaseββ
he doesnβt answer, he just fucks you harder.
youβre close, closer than ever.
his hands are everywhere β one gripping your hip like a vice, the other cradling the back of your head as your face tucks against his neck. his cock drives into you with merciless intent, stroking deep, thick, hot. itβs too much, too perfect, too right.
your whole body tenses, the orgasm barreling toward you like an avalanche. every nerve is wired. every inch of you feels electric, ignited, seconds from collapse.
he feels it.
his pace quickens, rhythm ruthless, breath ragged in your ear, he doesnβt speak, doesnβt taunt. doesnβt move to take it away.
his face is focused.
you break with a scream β loud, raw, wet βand for a moment, for a terrifying breathless second, you think heβs stolen it again.
but he doesnβt, you finally cum.
it explodes out of you, violent and endless β your back arching clean off the bed as your cunt clamps down around him, pulsing, spasming, flooding. the pleasure hits in brutal, dizzying waves, white hot and relentless, until your vision swims and your body bucks and jerks uncontrollably beneath him.
youβre crying. sobbing from the release, from the ache, from everything.
he fucks you through it, his hips stuttering at the way you squeeze him.
and then he groans β loud, hoarse, guttural β as he buries himself to the hilt and spills inside you.
his cock twitches with every pump of cum he pours into your cunt. he shakes against you, his body trembling with the force of it, and finally β finally β he collapses onto your chest, gasping into your neck.
you both pant into the silence.
you lie there for a long time, twitching with aftershocks, muscles limp. he doesnβt move. just wraps his arms around you, face buried in your neck.
eventually, you manage, hoarsely, βyou let meβ¦β βmmhmm.β
βwhy?β
his voice is tired and smug and terribly fond.
he lifts his head from the crook of your neck, strands of white hair sticking to his damp forehead, his cheeks flushed, lips parted like heβs still catching his breath.
and when he looks at you β really looks at you β itβs with those piercing eyes: crystalline blue, glassy from the aftershocks of pleasure, half lidded but sharp, like theyβre cutting straight through you.
he looks ruined, sweaty, glowing, a little unhinged, and still utterly in control, so fucking beautiful β you thought.
βyou finally begged pretty.β you punch his shoulder. weakly.
he laughs. kisses your cheek. then cups your jaw and whispers, voice low and warm: βnext time you touch someone else β Iβm taking your memory of the orgasm too.β
you don't answer. just lie there, breathing him in, your fingers curling weakly around his wrist where it holds your jaw.
youβre too spent to speak.
too full of him to care.
and when he kisses your temple β gentle, almost apologetic β you think you might forgive him for everything.
a/n: wtf this is the first time i wrote smut i actually liked
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CASE 143 - N.K.
Synopsis. CASE 143. Objective: To take care of the problem that is Agent 7:3 [CONFIDENTIALβName: Nanami Kento, Age: 27] once and for all. The most feared spy in all of Tokyoβs underbelly, with a conviction rate of 100%. And, this time, heβs probed into your higher-ups far too deeplyβto take him out you must go undercoverβ¦as his wife. The problem: You're Wanted, and Nanami Kento wants you. Badly.
Pairing. Nanami Kento x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!assassin!reader, spy!Nanami, Spy x Family AU, married couple, marriage of convenience, secret plots, espΓonage, vioIence, youβre attempting to kiII him, he knows and likes it, theyβre slightly unhinged, romcom vibes, Yuj cameo, Papamin, domestic, apothecaries, aphrodΓsiac, heβs GONE, heβs pΓΊssydrΓΊnk, handcuffs, heels, pIot, oraI (fem rec.), spΓtting, chokΓng, face-rΓding, p worship, body worship, Nanamiβs big nose, service Nanami, matΓng presses, MlLKING him, heβs here to pIease, markΓng, manhandIing, cervΓx smooching, DΓMBlFICATION, passionate s, heavy overstΓm, slight marathon, ΓnapproprΓate uses of his tie, making it fit, talking you through it, he just wants to be your real HUSBAND, creampΓes, cΓΊmpIay, STUFFING YOU, proposals, HAPPY ENDING, pet names, swΓ©aring.
Word count. 16.9k (ermmmm)
A/N. CONGRATSSSS Nanami nation for winning The Bachelorette poll mwahaha I told you babygirls thereβd be a surprise-
Yet another bead of sweat glides down Nanamiβs temple; consequences of tugging and prying at the restraints around his wrists to no avail. Hard metal handcuffs. Coiled snakes of metal - he isnβt sure whether itβs the tightness or the temperature that bites into his skin the most.Β
Though something else was gnawing at him entirely.
Heβs seated in the darkness upon a rickety wooden chair, his hands forcefully held behind him. Golden tresses stick to his forehead- and heβs looking up through them as you close in. Eyes narrowed. Something dark shifting behind themβ¦
His voice rasps out, βYou have me.β
And you smile.
Pressing the tip of your golden dagger to his throat, stepping the point of your heels between his legs- βHoney, Iβve always had you.β
And he knows he should be trembling at the thought of finally falling into the Gardenβs clutches, at the exposure of his identity, at the breach of his secrets.
But he had another problem.
Nanami Kento has never been harder.
Soon enough, youβre rovering your heel ambly up and down the plane of his thighs, up and down, up and downβin nothing but a mere graze.Β
The tips of his ears scorch red as he feels his smart, smoothened trousers getting tighter nβ tighter by the second. Nanami fights not to let his gaze dart downwards, he fightsβbut the slightest sensation of your heel inching closer, and he cracks.
Soon enough, your stare follows.
And youβre letting out a curious hum as you take in the bulge he was embarrassingly sporting.Β
βOh? Whatβs this?β He damn-near flinches at the tone of your voice - so mockingly innocent. Nanami knew better- he knew so much better. βMy portfolio never said you were such a pervert, Agent 7:3.β
He spits out, βNo-β
βYes.β
And heβs always loved those jet-black, barrel-black, heels of yours- honestly!Β
They sat collecting dust in a corner of your half of the closet, and he always did think they contrasted perfectly with his pale-green suits.Β
Though, he did often wonder when youβd bring them out.
He just never couldβve expected thisβ¦
Nanami lets out a pained hiss- letting his head drop backwards ever-so-slightly as youβre stepping down even harder. βHard?β Your smile widens, feeling him throb and twitch beneath your heel. βGetting even harder? How did we ever get here, hubbyβ?β
How did you two ever get here, indeed.
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Nanami remembers the pre-mission briefing perfectly- he always was told he had a photographic memory. However, the details of this particular day stand out so crystal clear in his brain that it was almost too sharp; like a rusty nail, or the point of your heel.
Itβd been a sunny Thursday, even though daylight never pierced the headquarters of JISE (Japanese Intelligence Servicesβ Eastern-focused division). Nanami - though he wasnβt Nanami Kento, here, he was Agent 7:3 - had done this same song and dance, song and dance, song and dance over a hundred times already. It was routine as he flipped through the thick file thatβd been slid over to him.
Agent Corpse [CONFIDENTIALβYaga Masamichi] sat with his arms crossed and a grim expression upon him that he wore nearly as much as his sunglasses. He waited patiently as Nanami finished reading through the miniscule blocked typing and looked up at him.
βSoβ¦β He started, neatly closing the file. βThe mission seems standard, I donβt see why I would have any trouble with it.β
Yaga sighed and pushed his shades up, βItβs not the intelligence-gathering I see you having trouble with, rather itβs theβ¦social aspects.β
Nanami raised a blond brow, βSocial?β
βThis mission-β Yaga sternly tapped the top of the file, βThis isnβt one of your lone wolf operations, 7:3. To get close to the head of the Zenin family, you need to take on more roles than one. A family man. A father. A husband.β
The blond man steeped in his silence as his higher-up continued.Β
βYou need to really live in this role, Kentoββ He was startled - Yaga almost never called him that. Through his dark sunglasses, the older manβs eyes twinkled. βYou need to believe it.βΒ
βIβ¦β
Without waiting for the rest of his sentence, he flicked open the file to a comprehensive list of potential orphanages and single women around his age in Tokyo: the building blocks to his faux-family. βTwo people here will be counting on you to believe in your role.β Yaga spoke low, βAnd whatever that means for them after this mission is overβ¦β This was always the hardest part. βFrom now onwards, consider yourself a husband and father before a spy. First and foremost.β
Nanami had never carried out a mission that involved other people.
And there was silence that stretched taut and nearly snapped- before Nanami answered in the only way he knew he could.Β
He looked at nanami with steely brown eyes, βRespectfully, I am the best spy in all of Japanβs Eastern Division for a reason, sir.β
Yaga slammed the file shut. It resounds louder than it shouldβve - and there was the slightest smile twitching at his lips. βGood.β
For the good of the nation.Β
The days thereafter werenβt what Nanami would consider a blurβrather a list of procedures pertinent to his mission, of which he went through them all step by step, strictly and methodically. An exercise so tried and tired by him that he could do them in his sleep (he always slept with one eye open).
First, he rented out a nice home in suburban Shibuya, a spyβs-distance away from the Zenin ancestral home. It was a cosy cookie-cutter home for the cosy cookie-cutter life that he supposes normal civilians have the privilege to live, with cookie-cutter welcome mats and a patch of green garden from which sprouted a spare sprig that one could never be too sure wasnβt plastic. It had a dog home, too. Not because of any request or seeking from Nanamiβs side, but because most families that lived in such a place owned one.
So he went out and adopted a shelter dog to keep up with appearances.Β
And how to explain the mysterious funds to the nosy neighbors? Well, his cover story of living in Denmark because of his grandfatherβs side could only hold up for so long - Nanami got a cover job as a psychiatrist at the nearest affluent hospital. And thenβ¦
Then came the slightly difficult part.
Nanami Kento had done research on twenty-one different orphanages in Tokyo and several more outside before heβd finally landed in Sendai. And that was where he met Itadori Yuji.
Name: Itadori Yuji.
Age: 6 [March 20th]
Family: None alive. His parents died shortly after his birth [cause unknown], and he was taken care of by his paternal grandfather - his only living family - until he, too, passed from illness [lung cancer].
Other: Has been rehomed four times in the four-month span that heβs been living at the institution. Gets along well with others, cheerful dispositionβis generally a good kid, though he seems to have trouble finding a guardian that can handle his energy. No matter how much they tease and taunt him - in the cruel, unknowingly callous way of children - Itadori still attempts to engage with them day after day, particularly with his tiger toy. He just needs some love.Β
Nanamiβs stern eyes lingered on that last word.Β
He looked up from the sheet that the caregiver had handed to him. It was the first one that heβd been given- and by the sheer speed at which they had, he assumed that theyβd been more than eager to get rid of the pink-haired little boy. Nanami glanced around the cream-colored room; small and cardboard-strong. This was a shady place.
He makes note of its location and organization to pass over to Yaga later.Β
Under the rim of the paper, he could see two small shoes getting scuffed on the carpet.
And as he puts it down to stare at Itadori, the boy raises his tiger toy upwards. An offering.
Wide chocolate eyes and trembling lips.
He looked as if he was about to cry.
Nanami doesnβt take the offeringβthough he did crouch down and reach his hand out to clasp one chubby, cotton-stuffed hand, he mimicked shaking hands. βItβs very nice to meet you, Mr. Tiger.β Albeit a little stiffly - Nanami somewhat awkwardly attempted to smooth his features down to something warm as he looked at the boy then. βAnd who might you be?β
Heβs never seen a smile wider.
And thus, everything was going according to plan.
There was the slightest hiccup when it turned out that Itadori Yuji needed tutoring - a lot of tutoring - that Nanami pored and labored over until he was seeing fractions in his nightmares, before he could complete the entrance exam for Jujutsu Academy. But he got inβby some cosmic miracle, Itadori Yuji got in.Β
Heβs never been prouder- as a fake father, of course.Β
Everything really was going to plan. First came the baby, then came the prestigious school acceptance to get Itadori to form an acquaintance with Fushiguro Megumi, then came the marriage.Β
A little out of order, he knows.
And then after bumping into you at the local bakery he often frequented, he knew heβd found his future wife.
Not in a romantic wayβhe swears!Β
He swears.
βOhβ¦you dropped this.β Youβd caught his attention in that gentle tone of yours.Β
Dropping down, youβd handed him an embroidered handkerchief heβd dropped during the collision - his favorite item to carry, in addition to the fact that it had a slip of poison stuffed between the folds. One heβd been planning to use on one of the Zenin elders just todayβ¦
What would he have done without you?
Similarly crouching before you straightened yourself, Nanami had met your eyes tenderly as he took the poisoned handkerchief from you. βThank youβ¦and your name?β
Youβd looked down shyly as you answered. Venom at your fingertips.
He killed a man that evening and could only think about you the entire time- in the best way.
Name: Well, heβd turned it over and over in his mind until it was practically emblazoned.
Age: You never ask a lady her age.
Occupation: Clerk at Tokyo City Hall.
Family/ friends: None of note.
Looks: Perfect.
And Nanami was never a romantic type of man to begin with - it was always work, work, work, espionage. And after a long, hard day of his duties (spying was surprisingly not as thrilling as the movies made it seem) he rarely had the time to think about anything more than that. Somethingβ¦beyond just his responsibilities.
Something in the future.Β
He knew he wanted to retire, some day, but that was in a future he didnβt care to set a date on. Setting a date on it made it seem more real.
A picket-fence. A garden. A dog running around that he pretended to grumble at. The pitter-patter of small feet and the laughing of the one that followed itβall while he watched from the front porch. Flashes of such nonsense have run through his mind; but only in the dead of night when he could pass those off as fever dreams. And pretend to forget them in the morning.Β
And so Nanami Kento got married.
It was a hasty affair - about a week after he met you. Three dates and one introduction to Itadori later (it was important he liked youβ¦because how else would the ruse of a happy family be believable?) and you were submitting a form of marriage registration to the very City Hall you worked at. New to the neighborhood, you didnβt have a lot of friends nor family to invite, which just made Nanamiβs just so much easier.
To your coworkers, however, it had garnered the most amusing reaction.
Nanami had been present for a work function of yours, when youβd mustered up your courage and commented to one of your associates that he wasnβt just your boyfriend, and then youβd showed them the ring. Heβs never seen more smug jaws dropped.
Itβs then that heβd decided you were actually rather humorous. Humorous enough that perhaps this mission, despite its unknowing collaborators, wonβt be too hellish after allβ¦
Perhaps heβd even have a decent time playing pretend.
Before he has to leave it all - the home, the doghouse, the dog and the kid whoβd be rehomed with a loving family he handpicks, and you.
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One week before the marriage.Β
βYou understand that he will be the most difficult target youβve yet to encounter?β
βI understand.β
βYou understand that he is highly-trained, highly-experienced, and dangerous?β
βI understand.β
The masked higher-up straightens and snarls at your assertiveness, βYou understand that your mission is not over until youβve succeeded in assassinating Nanami Kento?β
βI understand.β But no matter how much they attempt to deter you - youβre keeping your head held as high as ever. Hands behind your back. Dagger cutting through the dim lighting with its malicious glints. After so many years in this profession, you can only grow as miserable and nerve-wracked to an extent before every target simply becomes a job.
More than that; you fume silently as those damn higher-ups at the Garden underestimate you.
The Garden was a group of specially-trained assassins operating predominantly within inner-Tokyo, though you did branch off to other wards when required. And of them all, you were their #1: the best of the best, a kill count that youβd stopped measuring, the one they sent on only the most hazardous missions.Β
There was a reason youβd been nicknamed The Phantom.
Playboys. Politicians. Athletes and singersβyouβve seen it all. The good and the bad. The deserving and perhaps the undeserving- though you never pondered upon it.
They were all the same faceless, breathless targets to you. And your dagger always hit bullseye.
Sometimes, howeverβ¦sometimes you did wonder what the bigger ripples of your jobs were. Would anyone search for them? Would anyone notice? Would anyone cry nor care? Was this, perhaps, what stopped you from finally leaving this damn place - were you deserving of such leniency?
Sometimes you did wonder whether you withheld from the simple pleasures in life because you were punishing yourself, in a way. A family. A hearth. A home. But a guilty assassin was no better than one of their own targets - there are more ways to die than just in the physical.Β
And so you didnβt think about it.
You didnβt do anything but glare at the higher-up that sat behind his desk, his papers, and his smooth white mask. Who were they to undermine you? βI have never failed a mission before, and I will never fail a mission ahead. I will take this job and complete it before you even know whatβs happened.β
He lets out a wheezing chuckle- it was abnormal for them to be so flippant about your success rate when it comes to a job. βThatβs the spirit.β He throws over a paper-thin file, βYouβll need it.β
Youβve taken down spies before- hell, youβve even taken down other assassins. To have him act so dubious about this job? Jolting a step towards him, it really made you wonder about the nature of this particular targetβ¦
And so youβre flipping through the single page of information the Garden had on him.
Case 143
Codename: Agent 7:3 [rumored to be linked to the targetβs impeccable ability to find the weakest points when attacking any building, vault, or person.]
Name: Nanami Kento.
Age: 27
Height: 6β1 - 6β2
Looks: Blond hair. Hazel eyes. Fine features. Broad-shouldered and fairly toned, he is known to be partial to suits and other clean-cut clothes above anything else.Β
Profession: Secret agent.
Family: Unknown.
Residence: Unknown.
Current mission: Unknown.
Status: Currently active and HIGHLY DANGEROUS.
Those last two words had been underlined twice.
But you were determined.Β
In the time assigned to you by the higher-ups, you deduced that youβd have about three attempts.Β
Whatβs that saying about keeping your friends close but your enemies closer? You wondered whether there was anything in there about marrying them.
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First attempt.
Long-distance sniping wasnβt exactly the most comfortable technique.Β
Then again, perhaps you were just experienced enough to worry about such a thing. Youβd be lucky.
Youβre laid low on your front; against the slightly-damp rooftop of a building between SHIBUYA SKY and Shibuya Hikarie. The cold, hard floor pushed against your body and lifted you meters overlooking the scramble belowβhumans, animals, cars, all in a symbiotic collision of which contact never happened.Β
Youβve been married to Nanami Kento for about a week now.
And in that week youβve taken note of his routine, his work hours, his favorite stops along the routeβ¦home. All under the guise - the guise - of being his considerate wife.Β
And itβd turned out to be a worthy sacrifice in the end once youβd discovered that the stoic, sensible Agent 7:3 had what youβd never have expected of him: a sweet tooth. Everyday after work, no matter how tired he is, heβd stop by the bakery he met you inβpicking out a few treats to bring home to you and Itadori.Β
It was a cosy establishment squatted on a corner of Shibuya Crossing and next to the apothecary; vines creeping down the sides, wide-open wooden doors, and decorated with luscious baked goods in the window. The only reason you yourself had gone there was to manufacture a meeting with Nanami. But here he was right now, seated in a window booth with a book in his hands. Gold-rimmed glasses on his nosebridge. Legs stretched out beneath the table. Blond brows furrowed just a little as his eyes scanned the page.
He looked almost like something out of a movie. Perhaps he couldnβt have looked more unassuming if he tried.Β
Youβre letting your gaze linger on him through the rifle scope for a few seconds.Β
And itβs in this brief pocket of time that Nanami sets his book down, takes off his glasses, and looks through the window straight in your direction. Yours.Β
You startle.
You take perfect aim at his head and shoot.
BANG!
Meanwhile, Nanami Kento is having a quiet relaxation - a rare moment. His βjobβ as a psychiatrist kept him more busy than he would have expected, on top of using the position to spy on the vast Zenin members that flitted in and out of the hospital sometimes. He was about halfway through the last story of The King in Yellow, marking down notes on the Zenins in its margins, when he straightens up and glances down at his watch.
Humming to himself at the time, Nanami gathers his things and looks up at the sunny sky above. It was a beautiful day.
Thus, in prim, precise movements, heβs getting up - not too fast - and making his way to the counter to tip the serving staff extra.
CRASH!
Nanamiβs taken just a single step away from where the bullet surely would have struck himβa honed head of metal that shatters the Tokyo atmosphere at over 1200 meters per second. With a deafening cracking sound, it makes the bakery window burst beneath its pressure, sending shards of glass flickering in his direction; Nanami steadily puts his open book down and lets the fragments hit the leather cover instead of him.Β
Thereβs a scream.
And then thereβs chaos.
People running. Children crying. Cars stopping on the road. No one was hurt in the least - if anything, it was just that poor book heβd have to replace with a new cover.Β
But he understands that this line of work meant he was more used to such things than civilians- perhaps more than he should be. And he was a Wanted man - not by the law but by those who think theyβre above it. And so heβs calmly walking over to the counter as the rest of the customers inside the bakery evacuate. Placing a large wad of cash on its wooden plane, heβs just about to leave before he looks more suspiciousβbefore turning right back around and plucking out something from the lavish sweet display - your favorite. And then one more loaf of milk bread for Itadori.
Plopping them down in a bag, he makes his way out.Β
This morning, heβd told Itadori to meet him on the other side of Shibuya Crossing- he steps onto the zebra-patterned road right now and can see the little boy waving frantically from the other side. A ball of sunshine energy and a coat of orange far too big for him, but itβs one that heβd grow into - or at least, thatβs the excuse Nanami had made when itβd turned out that heβd picked the wrong size. Damn, he needs to fix that.
For the mission, of course. Nanami shakes his head back into rationality.Β
Quickly crossing the road, the boy throws his arms around the blond manβs legs.
βPapaβ!β He squeals, chubby hands grabbing at his three-piece suit. Itadoriβs Spider-Man backpack jostles just a little as he jumps up and down, βWhat took you so long? It was so scawy waiting hereβ¦people are running about.β
βMy apologies, Yuji.β Nanami responds, looking behind his small figure. βBut I see you brought your friends along for moral support.β
Pink brows frown, βWhatβs mowal support?β
Behind him, the frames of Kugisaki Nobara and Fushiguro Megumi shuffle about - his (temporary) sonβs best friends from school, and it was just as convenient that the black-haired boy was exactly their ticket into siphoning more information about the Zenin family - and Nanami nods at them graciously. βThank you for walking my son here.β
βHah, no problem.β Kugisaki crosses her arms smugly, βHe was scared so of course we had to-β
βWas notβ!β
Fushiguro, meanwhile, just squints at the sky. βThere was a strange noise. It sounded like thunder.β
βThere was, wasnβt there?β Nanami responds, looking around. The chaos had largely calmed down by now, and as police surrounded the bakery, little by little Shibuya seemed to be getting back to its usual sort of commotionβhe looks down at the oblivious starry-eyed boy. βPerhaps that was your mother on her way, I always do say she fell from heaven.β
Itadori frowns, βThat sounds like it would hurt.β
Fushiguro scoffs, βThat sounds illogical.β
βWhatβs illogicwal mean?β
Kugisaki squeals, βThat sounds romantic-β
βEwwwww.β
βThatβs right.β Nanami tilts his head up and looks in the direction between SHIBUYA SKY and Shibuya Hikarie. Where the shot had come from, he does not need to wonder why. βThat is romantic, isnβt it?β
Again, right at you.
And from on top of that rooftop, the long-range rifle drops from your hands.
You hadnβt known that heβd be meeting the three kids afterwards. And perhaps if youβd had an inkling thenβ¦
No.
Even as you watched the miniscule shape of Nanami Kento - Agent 7:3 - throw Itadori over his shoulders and clasp both Fushiguro and Kugisakiβs hands as he carefully crossed the bustling road with them, heading in the direction of the sweetsβ shop down the road (his second-favorite stop to spoil Itadori), you knew you had a job to do.
And you had to do it, even if it killed you in the process.
That evening, youβre home when he comes back.
βIβm home, darling.β Setting his heavy bags down, as usual. Letting Itadori in before gently clicking the door shut, as usual. Asking you how your day at βworkβ was before wrapping you in a hug, as usual.
If he suspected you had anything to do with that stray gunshot at the bakery, then heβs made no indication since- youβd seen nothing on the news, either. And by now youβve convinced yourself that the intensity of his gaze upon you on Shibuya Crossing was a mere fluke. A mere coincidence. Perhaps he was just looking at a strangely-shaped cloud aboveβ
And then he produces the paper bag in his hands.
Looking inside, you gulp.
Heβd memorized your order perfectly.
βI got the last one, can you believe it? It seems that the bakery will be undergoing some construction in the following weeks.β Nanami spoke as he shrugs off his coat, looking at you with a slight twinkle in his eyes. βItβs your luck, my love.β
βR-reallyβ¦?β You didnβt know what to say. Merely holding the bag limply in your hands, as if it would detonate any second now. Just your luck, indeedβ¦
Unsure where to even look- youβre staring after the pink-haired boy thatβd rampaged inside, pretending he was Spider-Man.Β
βMhm.β Nanami mutters to himself as he walks inside. βIβll have to learn to make it at home, howeverβ¦β
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Second attempt.
Perhaps you needed some collaborators, too.
Itβd been a beautiful summer-drenched Friday when Nanami had suggested taking Itadori and his two best friends out to the aquarium.Β
It was one of his few days off- which in and of itself was shocking. It seems that Nanami had been working himself to the bone recently, and the office had taken initiative to force the blond man into taking a holiday. Youβd perked up in your love seat, a novel in your handsβbut between the pages was a leaflet on poison concoctions that youβd been reading through.Β
βThe aquarium?β Youβre smiling sweetly up at your handsome husband, running about a hundred different ways you could kill him there. βWhy, that sounds wonderful, Kento. Iβll get Yuji from the garden-β
βYou just get yourself ready, darling.β Nanamiβs voice was deep and warm - it felt like the spread of heat after drinking hot cocoa, the way it starts from the pit of your stomach before eventually ebbing into every one of your fingertips. βIβll worry about wrangling Yuji into the bath. Take your time.β
Ohβall the assassination plans you could concoct in that time!Β
Attempting to keep the smile off of your face, youβre leaping up onto your feet and heading in the direction of your shared bedroom to get ready. Making just about one step- two- threeβ¦before halting in your tracks and swivelling right back around. Nanamiβs keen ears catch onto the difference in the determined cadence of your footsteps and he looks back at you.
Questions ready on his tongue, βWhatβs wro-β
And for perhaps the first time, the ever-eloquent Nanami Kento is rendered speechless.Β
Because youβre placing a hand on his shoulder and leaning him towards you with a single tug- pressing your lips against his svelte cheek.Β
Nanamiβs skin is warm against yours - and you know it only makes logical sense, but some part of you had perhaps wondered whether his body was just as cold as his professional demeanor. Despite being married you hadnβt quiteβ¦consummated the marriage yetβand he understood, he could wait. He didnβt need something if it wasnβt related to his mission, of course
And youβre trying to convince yourself that this is part of yours- to gain trust, you rationalize.Β
The kiss lasts less than two seconds, and your heart thump-thump-thumps against your chest as you pull away. Refusing to meet his eyes, his raised brows, his speechlessness, youβre turning heel and speed-walking to the bedroom.
All for the mission.
All for the mission.
All for the mission.
Little did you know that someone else in the house was thinking the same thing.
Nanami stands there unsteadily for a few seconds before heading to the garden to gather Itadori.Β
Before high noon, you were all ready and had picked up Kugisaki and Fushiguro to go to the aquarium - during which Nanami had been glad to snoop around the Zenin family home as he took the little boy off his guardianβs hands.Β
The aquarium was an entire ecosystem itself.
The entire world was seeped in blue, and sunlight dazzled from above the largest attractions to create patterns of gold that looked almost unearthly. Parents tugged by children, teenagers tugged by parents; friends and couples that flitted from tank to colorful tank in a near-aqueous way. Laughs and excited gaspsβmelding in symphony with the honking of clown horns, with the occasional burst of a balloon. It seems that many families - and you use the term because there was none better - had the same idea as yours, and the smell of sticky, sweet strawberry ice cream hits your nose as soon as you enter the area for water exhibits.
Passing by the lively tanks, hand-in-hand with Itadori, your gaze catches on something that sparks an idea in your mind. βYujiβ¦β Youβre dropping down to be eye-level with the pink-haired little boy, βWhy donβt you and your friends go and check out the touch tank over there?β
βThe touch tank?β He nervously looks over to the lowly-fenced exhibit surrounded by children and a few handlers. It was a well-managed tank, widespread with nooks and crannies and rock masses along the sides, a hand-washing station before it; squeals emerged occasionally where a participant happened to touch something particularly slimy. He kicks the ground, βHmm.β
Kugisaki wraps her arms around one of his, βOh- cβmon, idiot.β
βHey-β
And then she leans in and whispers in something that wasnβt a whisper at all - but what would a six-year-old know about secrets? Adults knew far too much. βYour momma obviously wants to spend some romantic time with your papa, donβt you have common sense?β
You have to bite back a laugh- sure, you wanted to be alone with him.Β
Though not for any reason they could conjure up.
He sputters, βI-Iβ¦β Looking over at Fushiguro for help.
Fushiguro, notably, doesnβt help.
Instead he walks over to an exhibit of sea urchins.
βI want momma and papa to be happy.β Itadori fiddles with his orange overcoat. And your heart clenchesβwhen this is all over you donβt know how youβre going to explain this to him. But youβd be damned if you werenβt allowed to take him for yourself- wait.
Youβre shaking your head.
You were thinking nonsense.
And youβre composing yourself just in time for Itadori to look up at Nanami and receive a gentle nod in reassurance - whatever he does, the older man would be content with.
Itadori lets himself be dragged away by the ginger-haired girl- only if that meant he could drag the human version of a disgruntled little sea urchin with him, too. And as the kids have their fun, youβre promising that the two of you wonβt be too far away and to definitely call one of you if they need youβbefore youβre wrapping both arms around one of Nanamiβs.
Hugging him to you, you peer into his gold-flecked eyes softly. βIβd really like to see the blue-ringed octopus exhibit, Kento.β
He slightly coughs out his answer, βA-and so we shall, my love.β
And so here was the plan: the venomous creatures were the least-visited. So youβd drag the spy away where one couldnβt see, get him distracted by them, and knock him unconscious with the chloroform-soaked handkerchief you had carefully packaged in one pocket. Dagger in your other pocket. Then youβd finish the job, of course.
Then, outside, was a Discretion Team from the Garden that would discard the evidence, and let you take the kids back home- perhaps even concoct some excuse about βa work thingβ coming up at the hospital and causing him to leave.
It was perfect.
It was perfect.
Β Next to the squid exhibition and the camouflage section, Nanami Kento was completely and utterly entranced by the octopus exhibit. His face paints in a blue light as he watches the alien-like movements of the creatures, so much so that he doesnβt even notice you slipping behind himβdigging through your pockets before plastering his face with the damp handkerchief.Β
Nanamiβs hand comes up to touch your wrist, though youβre unmoveable.Β
He breathes the chloroform in deep.
And then he wavers.
You got him.
Your heart rate spikes, thinking itβs time- fuck, youβve finally gotten him. Keeping one hand with the chloroform pressed up against him, youβre just about to reach for the dagger snuck into your pocket. He was on the verge of being completely knocked out.
But someone on the verge of being completely knocked out wouldnβt tighten his grip on your wrist, would he?Β
Your heart runs cold.Β
Preventing you from grabbing your weapon, you feel Nanami smile beneath the thin fabric. Before imitating a sneeze into the handkerchief- βAβchoo! Thank you, my love. How did you know I was allergic to the smell of squid ink?β
βYou-β And youβre tugging your hand - and the venomous handkerchief - away from him as though his skin burned.Β
βYes?β
But he keeps his fingers intertwined with yours even as you pull away, letting them dangle between you two when youβre stepping into his line of sight once more and assessing every inch of him. His eyes? Clear. His gait? Steady. His expression? Normal (handsome).
No signs of dizziness, fatigue, or the signs of your plan working in motion.
But the chloroformβ
Eventually, he lets your hands fall limply to your sides, and youβre looking down at the fabric in shock. Nanami Kento was still standing- and he hums as he turns back to the blue-ringed octopuses; slithering underneath an arch of coral as they, too, went into hiding.Β
He clasps his hands behind his back and speaks to no one in particular, βOdd, isnβt it? Iβm immune to 562 poisons and over a thousand toxic substances, but itβs squid ink that makes my system flare up.βΒ
Your jaw drops. Silently, solemnly, you find yourself standing beside him. βYouβreβ¦immuneβ¦β
He merely nods, staring through the tank. Gaze on something far away.
βI bet that was difficult.β There was a Poisons Division in the Garden as well, and youβd heard of the sheer torture they had to go through to make themselves immune to such things: one could make the body a scab to all things toxic, but underneath that was still a wound. You yourself knew that all too well. Ultimately, you say. βMust have to do with your work as a psychiatrist.β
Nanami nods, βMust have.β
Thereβs a shriek then the pitter-patter of small footsteps.Β
Youβre so wound-up and taut that it makes you jump slightly closer to Nanami- and heβs readily steadying you against his side. Arms on your shoulders.
βSee, I told you they were being all romanticβ!β
Nanami holds back a chuckle, βWe should get going.β And unbeknownst to you, his eyes followβ¦followβ¦follow a man with dark hair streaked with grey, one that could only ever belong to the Zenin family. Zenin Naobito was lurking in the corners of the aquarium, the most unassuming place for one to conduct secret meetings with contractors that pretended they werenβt here for the same reason.
Because why else would Nanami go on a family outing, right?
Right?Β
.
.
.
Third (and final) attempt.
ββand donβt forget your second change of clothes.β The only thing preventing Itadori from darting out of the house and into any oncoming cars was your single hand hooked around the handle of his Spider-Man backpack.
The only thing keeping him in one place.
Somewhat.
With the other, youβre attempting to shove down the spare t-shirt and shorts youβd picked out for him. Knowing your son, there wasnβt any sort of trouble, puddle, or cake batter that he wouldnβt somehow find and get into. And you donβt know what sort of house the Zenins ran, but you were determined to be on their good side.
And so youβre huffing and puffing, beads of sweat forming at your forehead, as you attempt to push it down the humble space- honestly, you didnβt understand why they didnβt just make these things a bit bigger. Just the slightest bit.
At this rate, heβs never going toβ¦
βItadori Yuji.β Your voice comes out deadpan, and the pink-haired boy turns to you with wide, innocent eyes.
Sweetly, βYes, momma?β
βWhy have you packed your entire Hot Wheels collection for a sleepover?β
Whatever he spouts about wanting to show Fushiguro and Kugisaki, whatever explanations heβs giving about moral support (honestly, where did he even learn such a thing?), goes in one ear and out the other.
Because yesβFushiguro had invited Itadori and Kugisaki over for a sleepover at their home. It was convenient given that the two boys were practically next-door neighbors, and after the success of their aquarium visit you were hesitant to part the trio. Thus, it seems that Fushiguro had all but thrown a tantrum and attempted to run away from home in order to convince his guardian to agree to a sleepover. Which was sweet, of course.
But this was Itadoriβs first, and any mother would be nervous about that sort of thing- wait.
But you werenβt a motherβ¦technically. This was all a ruse for your mission, and so youβre shaking your head and pushing the bundled-up clothes deeper into his backpack, perhaps in order to drive that point home.
Youβre interrupted by a gentle hand on your shoulder.
βLet me take over, my love.β
Youβre shifting aside to let Nanami handle the little issue swiftlyβwith a firm hand - thick fingers, prominent veins, that wedding ring on his left hand - he tugs Itadori back inside the house. βNow now, sunshine. What have we said about taking our toys out of the house?β
He tilts his head up nβ juts his little bottom lip out, βTo take only one.β
Nanami lifts the bag just slightly to the side and takes a glance, βAnd does this look like only one?β
βNoβ¦β Itadori sighs.
Soon, youβre finding just about half the Hot Wheels production line laid out, side-by-side and color-coordinated, on the threshold to your home. It looked like a miniature parking lot of which Itadori grumbled as he pushed the clothes into the newly-presented space inside the bag and zipped it shut. Pouting.
Nanami chuckles gently, crouching down so that he was eye-level with the boy. βYou know momma and papa love you, right, sunshine?β
βI knowβ¦β
βAnd you understand why it would be difficult to take all the cars?β
Itadori takes a second to think, before giving you both a determined nod. βI do.β And youβre feeling something within you soar- but youβre forgoing wondering just what it means to feel so proud for the boy.Β
βGood.β Your blond husband stands with heave, taking one of Itadoriβs arms and turning around to look at you. βSay bye-bye to momma, Yuji.β
He turns with a beaming smile and a chubby arm raised in goodbye. βBye-bye, momma.β
βIβll see you in a bit, my love.β Nanami leans in andβpresses a sweet, sweet peck to your cheek. Heat seems to sear from where his lips touched, spreading across your chest and all the way down to your toes. You feel your heat batter against your ribcage- fuck.
Was this what heβd felt the other day?
Two seconds; itβs as far as your intimacy as a married couple goes. And in that time Itadori brings his hands up to cover his eyes with a giggled, βEwwwwwβ!βΒ
With an amused shake of his head, the father-son duo set off. Since the Zenin household was in the same neighborhood, about a street away, it was only about a five-minute walk to get there.Β
Which is why you had to act fast.
Nanami Kento would be home in less than ten minutes - he wouldnβt have Itadori to slow down his long strides on the way back. And youβre standing there with the front door ajar as they leave, wavingβ¦wavingβ¦waving-
The very moment their backs disappear, youβre slamming the door shut and racing to the kitchen.
There, youβre reaching up to the very topmost cabinet: grabbing the new liquorice-flavored cereal you knew that no one in the house would touch. Of course, youβd emptied out the cereal this very morning.
And all that remained in the cardboard box inside was a slim vial youβd bought from the apothecary.Β
It wasnβt exactly what one would consider menacing, but it was exactly what you needed for your Hail Mary attempt at completing your mission. It was made of a crystal-clear glass, fashioned into a reticello design, with a label containing some information and a stopper of gold that made the contents within seem far more elegant than they were in reality.
Dark brown powder that looked like ground up dirt.
An unassuming little substance youβd rippled with excitement over at the apothecaryβs. So much so that youβd damn-near didnβt hear half the things she said- but itβs fine. You were an assassin, right?
And what was an assassin that didnβt know how to use the most powerful poison in the nation?Β
Material XXX.
Youβve never seen it with your own two eyes. Nanami might have been immune to chloroform, but there was no living person on Earth that could resist this.Β
Ohβit was beautifulβ¦And it mixed so perfectly with the ground-up coffee you were adding to your coffee maker. One steaming hot cup of coffee had already been made and upon the kitchen counter beside you, it let out hot swirls of heat as you tampered with the other one. Sweetly fragrant.Β
You smile- heβll be dead in one sip. And, sure, you might have some explaining to do to Itadori - but doesnβt all good coffee spark conversation?
Youβre still running through the list of excuses in your mind once the brewing comes to a stop.
And just in time, the front door clicks! open.
βHe was so excited he tripped five times.β Nanamiβs deep sigh echoes into the kitchen. You hear the shuffling sounds of him taking his shoes off, shrugging his coat onto the rack, stepping inside. βThough the other two were just the same- could you please make us some coffee, darling, while I get started on dinner?β
βYouβll ruin your dinner, Kento.β You call out to him, βAnd I already have.β
His handsome head pops out from the door, golden strands slightly tousled from the walk. Nanami breathes in the unmistakable scent of coffee piercing the kitchen air, and smiles. βYouβre the best.β
βIn many ways.β Leaning back against the counter, youβre handing his freshly-made cup - poured into a large mug that said #1 Papa - to him.Β
Nanamiβs large hands pluck it from yours and he whispers, βThank you.β Looking down at the scalding concoction that still swirled within, βI really mean it, you know.β
βWhat?β Youβre looking up at him in surprise.
βYouβre the best.β
Your fingers grow tighter around your own mug: Worldβs Best Momma.
βDrink your coffee before it gets cold, Kento.β
He hums through a smile, before blowing on the similarly-fragrant steam. It smelled of jasmine and spring and something like love; but you wouldnβt know anything about that, would you? Itβs almost a teaseβwatching Nanami swirl the coffee around a bit, watching him affirm his grip, watching him leeeean his stern lips in before-
βArenβt you going to drink up, my love?β You almost startle - Nanami was staring at you through his blond tresses, brows furrowed in slight concern. βAre you alright? You look a littleβ¦tense.β
βI-Iβm perfectly alrightββ You hasten to explain- if Nanami got suspicious now and refused to drink his coffee, then there was no way youβre completing this mission. Without wasting anymore time, youβre bringing your coffee up to your own lips - though you donβt take a sip just yet. βJust thinking about work, you know how it isβ¦β
He nods. βWeβve both been really busy lately, havenβt we? I apologize if Iβve made you feel a little lonely these days-β
βNot at all-β
βBut still.β Nanami was determined. Those molten brown eyes of his seemed to be pinning you down to the tiled kitchen floor, and the heat of your body contrasted with its frigidness. βI apologize. Tonight, letβs just take some time for the two of usβwe can watch a show, we can do some puzzles, tell me about your favorite book and we can read it together.β
Youβre refusing to meet his eyes- you canβt. βThatβ¦that would be lovely.β
βTo us.β Your husband - the spy, you have to remind yourself - outreaches his arm and clinks! your two mugs together in a toast.
βTo us.β You weakly whisper.Β
And then you take a sip and watch him do the same.
Immediately, you know somethingβs wrong.
From the slightly sour- slightly sweet- taste coating your tongueβto the way that Nanami takes a long, deep swig and sighs out in satisfaction. He doesnβt drop dead. He doesnβt grab his throat in agony. He doesnβt even stagger where heβs standing as he loses consciousness-Β
Nanami sets his coffee mug down and grins.
βPoison working for you, darling?β And your own drops from your hand and shatters. βOh dear, let me take care of that-β
βStop.β
In the middle of reaching for the sweeping pan, Nanami halts and looks at you with slightly unfocused, glazed eyes. Heat rising to his cheeks. Breaths coming out in murked pants. Ones that you were sure mirrored your own.Β
You felt as if you had a fever five times over and someone had still set you on fireβ
Your temperature was soaring through the roof and searing through your skin, making your clothes feel clammy and clinging onto your form. A bead of sweat trickles down the side of your temple. But even more than that was the way that- fuck, it was the heat between your damn legs. It was aching. Something deep and primalβsomething clawing at you from your insides and making you shudder as you lock eyes with Nanami once again.
Before you know it, heβs wrapping an arm around your waist to help steady you. And nothing more- did you want something more?!
Youβre boring into his eyes and finding out that he wasnβt any better. Not in the least.
In fact, heβd drunk more of the potioned coffee than you.
Your wettened lips part and out comes the only thing you know how to say right now, βKento.β
He jolts at the sound of his first name wrapped around your tongue. So sexual.
And his own words come out a gravelly croon, βDidnβt read the label, assassin?β That smile of his looked almost feral in the light you were looking at him right now. βBecause I did.β
He attempts to pull away to show the label to you- the vial of powder heβd found.Β
The plans heβd ruined.
The secrets heβd discovered.
The temperature in the kitchen was near-sizzling.
But the only thing you can think to do is claw your hands outwards and clutch his white shirt with an unfounded ferocity. One of his buttons pop! off and end up on the kitchen floor.
Chuckling, he gives up letting you see the label for yourself. If you wonβt let him go, thenβ¦without a single warning, Nanamiβs leaning in so that his pretty lips graze your ear. The front of his toned chest pushes up against you- and perhaps the only thing that helps you focus is the rapid, ravenous ba-dump! Ba-dump! Ba-dump! of his heart. Pummeling. βBecause if you did, then perhaps youβd have seen that Material XXX isnβt supposed to come into contact with caffeine, my loveβ¦β
You gasp, hands twisting even deeper into his button-up.
βBecause then, it doesnβt become a poison at all.β The long line of his nose glides down your throat, sending shivers skittering across wherever he was in contact with. He stops against a spot you knew was sensitive and softly blooooooowsβcold air against hot skin.Β
You shiver.
And he merely continues in a rasp, βBecause then, it becomes a substance that draws out your deepest desires. Amplifying pre-existing needs that the host contains, those that might be hidden due toβ¦other reasons. So consider it an experiment of sorts. Can you recognize what this concoction is for you, darling?β
βA-an aphrodisiac.β Your eyes threaten to flutter shut- the mere breeze of his breath makes your thighs clench.Β
He nods. βAn aphrodisiac.β
βHow long have you known?β More honest than ever; the question blurts out of your lips.
Nanami takes the time to think, βSince the sniping in Shibuya is when I knew.β With lewd, lethargic eyes he looks you up and down- up and downβ¦βBut to be honest, Iβve always suspected.β
You growlββSo then you know Iβm here to kill you-βΒ
βSo try me.β
You lunge.
.
.
.
And perhaps that was how he got here.
Nanami feels the very pointed tip of your heel graze his bulging erection- and he bucks. Not enough to finally free himself, but enough that it makes the chair cricketβand youβre looking down at him through your lashes.
Heβs forced to stop his head from throwing backwards, bearing his sensitive throat. Maybe it was the pressure, maybe it was the aphrodisiac, maybe it was the fact that heβs wanted you for so fucking long now- but he feels zaps of white-hot pleasure course through his body.
All the way from the in-betweens of his meaty thighs, riveting like snakes into every one of his limbs. Eventually up to his poor brain.
Slow and steady; youβre watching the fabric of Nanamiβs trousers darken. Seeping and spreading the more he tried to press his legs together to hide it.
And once youβre roverinβ your foot over his cock- he moans.Β
Grin spreading, the further you step down on him, the louder those squelches from his puddle of cum were. βAwww, already, Kento? They didnβt have that in your file.β
Somehow through it all, he manages out such a ravenously handsome grin. Blond hairs disarrayed. Tie askew. Shirt unbuttoned down until you could see golden hairs peeking out. βTh-they probably didnβt have a lot of things.β
βTrue.β You respond, stepping down harder and he gasps- βBut remember whoβs in charge now.β
Nanami looks at you through unfocused, half-lidded eyes. βAlways was you, darling.β
βFlatterer.β Harder.Β
βFuh-fuuuuckβ¦β He spits. Head dropping forwards, a thin line of drivel escapes from his parted mouth and adds onto the mess below. Youβre watching it glisten underneath the dim lighting of the bedroom - one youβd somehow manage to drag the blond spy into. βDo that again and Iβm going to cream my pants once more, my love.β
Your jaw slightly drops at the matter-of-fact way he was phrasing it. The Nanami Kento youβd been married to never uttered a word like this- βWellβ¦β
βIs that what youβd like?β And, suddenly, his eyes are sharper than before. You had your leg raised so that you could step on his most sensitive bits, but you failed to realize that also meant he had access to your ownβ¦to rub his cheek against your inner thigh like a cat yearning for the cream. βIs that what you want your husband to do in repentance?β
βW-weβre not even really married-β Taken aback. Heat flaring where his pants fanned you- your dagger trembles where you held it against his throat. Close enough to cut.
And yet he was still craning his face - his mouth - as near as he could get to your cunt. Mouth watering. A crimson bead where your blade was rested-
βBut we could be.β And youβre lost for words. Nanami just looked so pathetic beneath you in ways you never couldβve even imagined: eyes blown wide and dazed, mouth permanently unhinged as he inched towards your soaked underwear, breaths getting more nβ more labored the longer you kept pinning his clothed cock down with your heel.Β
He had his hands cuffed behind him and was aching to get between those legs - and youβre unsure whether you should blame just the aphrodisiac. Desperation seeps into his words, βBut we could consummate this marriage.β
Your lips part.
He doesnβt waste a second.
βSeven times over just to make up for the time weβve lost.β And then heβs tipping his head back and bearing you with a grin, βFuck my cock raw, my wife.β
And how could you ever say no to that?
You donβtβinstead, what youβre doing is taking advantage of the needy way his jaw was unhinged in a soundless prayer. One that youβre answering with a direct spit- lips pursed, youβre letting a glittering glob of saliva paste against his lips.
Purposefully missing the precise target, the lewd translucent liquid splatters against the side of his lips before ultimately trickling inwards. And youβre watching with your jaw dropped as his Adamβs apple bobs- as he swallows.
Perhaps that was the last straw.
The tip of your glinting blade draws a perfect line down Nanamiβs middle - just enough pressure to scrape a harmless line of white down his exposed skin. And then youβre slashing those ropes that bound him to the chair.Β
Metal restraints, you watch him semi-free himself.
And youβre turning around and walking to the bed.
Sitting at the very edge.
Resting your palms behind you.
Your legs spread-spread-spreeeeeead wide enough that he gets a view good enough to make his slightly-teary eyes bulge. Lips parting. Cock twitching. Youβre tilting your head casually to the side and beckoning himββIf you want it, come and get it, Nanami Kento.β
Handcuffed and hands behind his back, the famous agent has no other choice than to get on his knees and crawl over to you.
Fucking crawling.
The carpet chafes beneath his knees, the sound echoes as he inches and inches- torturously slow. Body bowed. Chest heaving.Β
Whilst you donβt move a single degree.
It might have been hours- it might have been fucking eons that are passing by before Nanami reaches the foot of the bed; burning up far more from the fever of wanting you than any aphrodisiac in existence. He honed senses raise into the air - and heβs getting a whiff of that honeyed fragrance from your pussy. Almost singing to him, surely it wasnβt just because of that powder that he thinks itβs the most delicious-smelling thing on Earth.
His stomach nearly growls.Β
And then Nanamiβs between your parted legs and famished.Β
All good spies deserve a treat, right?
Before you know it, Nanamiβs leaned in and having his lips glued to your clothed cunt. Fucking glued. They were puckered and pertβboth pairs of lips, and the vibrations of his moan make your back arch as he tastes you for the very first time.
Just the most innocent kiss.Β
The first time that heβs getting everything heβs fucking dreamed of.
Because whenever you left the house dressed so prettily, whenever you hummed at the taste of your favorite baked good, whenever you bent over to pick up something- you didnβt know it, butβ¦Nanami stared.
Oh, how he stared nβ licked his hungry lips.Β
Wondering just how sweet your pretty, pretty cunt would taste - just how fucking sooooft and tender your pussylips would feel once heβs finally giving them that nice French kiss they deserved. All up on his tongue.
Despite being such a gentleman to everyone around himβwhoβd have guessed that Nanami Kento would have the dirtiest thoughts of them all? That whenever he gazed upon you with that βruseβ of affection, he was actually hiding something farβ¦far darker.Β
The dirtiest thoughts that he was acting upon right now.Β
With his honed tastebuds swipinβ down your wet slit, Nanami counts every bead of slick that youβre leaking through your panties. Sugary sweet. Heβs boring his smoldering gaze into yours as heβwith a slurp! lets those pearly translucent droplets collect on the tip of his tongue, and then glide, glide, gliiiiiide deep down to the back of his throat.
Blond lashes flickering his eyes shut at the flavorful taste, Nanami groans.Β
βC-can I prove it nowβ¦?β
You almost donβt recognize his voice.
The tone of it sends fire shooting straight between your legs- and without thinking twice, you lean your weight on your hands and edge even closer. Whining, βProve what, Kento?β
And he seems almost embarrassed to answer.
Almost shy nowβ
Though the heat of the aphrodisiac and the globules of slick stuck to his chin were making him more of an honest man by the second. βI need to prove that mβworthy of being your husband, pussy.β
Was he talking to you or�
Fuck.
Sense coming back to him in bursts and stutters, Nanami shakes his head briefly- βI mean-β A blush rises to the tips of his ears, though his eyes remain as starved as everββI need to prove that mβworthy of being a good husband to both you and-β His biceps bulge as he struggles against the handscuffs briefly, pathetically and lovingly nuzzling the hot in-betweens of your folds. β-this girl right here.β
The way he says itβ¦fuck.
He gives off the impression of a man thatβs been starved for ages- for eons. There was something almost wolfish imprinted onto his expression, and the whites of his teeth feature an appearance between your legs as Nanami leans in; with knitted brows and a ragged emphasis, heβs asking - begging - once more. βPlease-β Mahogany eyes just so earnest, βMarry me?β
Marry him?
Your jaw drops.
Was he so pussydrunk already that heβs genuinely proposing?Β
Or was it just the aphrodisiacβyouβre not waiting to find out.
Readily, Nanami only needs to feel a single shove of your glisteninβ wet pussy against his mouth - before heβs letting his eyes roll to the back of his skull. Farther and farther. Almost blindly, he uses his pointed chin to dig himself even deeper. And he couldnβt spread your pretty thighs apart with his arms, so heβs resorting to fitting his burly body - shoving your legs apart with his broad shoulders - until he gets closer to your core. Your dripping wet core,
Simply soaked.
Just a single strand of blond sticks to his foreheadβusually-slicked hair coming out of its neat style now. And Nanami isnβt shy to sliiiide apart your drenched panties with his tongue, then start pressing kiss after open-mouthed kiss.Β
Wide-mouthed. Gaping.Β
Just the most teasing, faintish whispers of his tongue. Feverish in speed.
The sopping, smooth edge of his tastebuds lodge inside and slathers itself in all of your syrupy juices. Jaggedly probinβ in and out. βIs this how my wife wants it? Does this, mmm- feel good, my love?β
And you hadnβt even realized that your eyes were closed until youβre fluttering them openβlooking through tear-filled lashes at the handsome man between your legs. βY-yessssβ¦deeper, Kento.β
His eyes suddenly clear in urgency.
Mind befogged with lust - but heβs alert enough to recognize your pretty pleas. And without a single second wasted, the slashes of his tongue scour even deeper inwards. With all his slick inches heβs tunneling into your pussy- and your toes curl at the sensation of him driving into spots unknown. βA-and?β He spits, βIs this good?β
Heβs just so eager to please. βNghhh, yes.β Blabbering out, βJust a bit more to the side now, honey.β
Obediently, he cocks his head and angles his kisses. The layers of his lips smush with your delicate pussy, until it was as if heβs stuck there by adhesive - you donβt think heβs pulling away enough to even breatheβ¦and he wouldnβt mind forgoing his own comfort to make sure youβre feeling your best. βIs this good?β The big, bad spy that has all of Tokyoβs underbelly trembling pleads.
βYes-β
βAnd what else?β
βWh-whatβ¦?β Stare widening in surprise.Β
That cute expression of yours - the way your cunt seems to splash! another wad of your slick onto his ready tastebuds - makes him rattle at his chains. As though to break through. As though to ravish you whole.Β
But the only thing heβs succeeding in doing is letting gravity stoop his face even lower onto your pulsating pussy. Every throb was just so delicousβand Nanami swears heβs feeling his own heartbeat synchronize with the rapid cadence of it. βWhat else do you need from your husband? Do you need more tongue?βΒ
Just then, youβre feeling the ridged texture of his tastebuds start drilling even deeper. That cutely pink tip of his tongue starts bludgeoning inside as though reaching for your very cervix.
And heβs hatching out something- something almost delirious. βDo you need it sloppier? Because I can- mmm, do sloppier.β The cacophonous noise from beneath your swollen folds starts growing in both pitch and volume as he increases his speed, thick, ribbony strings of slick coating the edges of his mouth - βI can make it faster. Slower. Sexier.β
Youβre straining your hamstrings to push off the springy mattress, βP-pleaseββ
βI can eat you out like a husband should.βΒ
Munch-munching away at everything your pussy had to offer. Everything and anything.
Heβs jostling his body so painfully close to yours- skin against skin. Lips against lips. Without the gesticulation of his hands to balance himself, it was rare that heβd find a moment to push up and part from your pussy - and whenever he did, it just meant he wasnβt doing his job well enough.
Nanami chases after even the slightest movements of your restless hips. And thereβs a slight crack emanating from his metal handcuffs when the straight top of his nose taps your throbbing clit.Β
βTell me, my wifeβtell me what you want.β
It feels like youβre being struck by shards of lighting itself, βJ-just like that, Kento-β
βJust like that? Or even more- hah.β He pants out in a raspy wheeze. Nanamiβs voice was low- lower than you can ever recall it being. βDonβt hafta lie to me, darling. Your husband can give you aaaaanything and everything.β
A shallow moan cracks at the back of your throat by the way heβs emphasizing his words- notably by reeling his thick tongue out and drag-drag-draaaagging it all across the forefront of your cunt. βTh-thenβ¦ngh, I want whatever it is that you want, Kento.β
His golden brows shoot up to his hairline, βWhatβs- hck! that, my love?β
And in a split-second - perhaps itβs your assassin side coming out, perhaps itβs the aphrodisiac thatβs dialing every emotion up to the max - youβre grabbing a searing hold of Nanamiβs pale tresses. A proper fistful that lets you jerk the strong man off of your cunt and gazing his glistening peripherals up at you.
Heβs drawing his mouth away with a wet plop! The jutted-out edge of his lower lip trembles at the thought of not being in contact with your tasty cunt, and you have to tap the side of Nanamiβs face toΒ get him to fully focus his attention on you.
It takes a little while for his lava-like eyes to peer up at you. βY-yes, my wifeβ¦?β
Chuckling just a bit at the way heβs lost his train of thought - perhaps every thought heβs ever conjured up once heβs tasting your cunt. βWhat do you want, Kento? Tell me what youβd likeβ¦thaβs gonna please me the most.β
βBut I beg to-β
βI know you want it.β And he didnβt forget about those ruthless heels of yours, did he? The broad frame of Nanami Kento shudders at the pointed sensation of your heels gliding up his open thighs. Trouser-covered and cum-drenched, youβre feeling for the bumpy area where his fat cock throbbed- and crushing down on it with the flats of your shoe. βThis thing doesnβt lie to me, honey. Just tell me what the little spy wants.β
βIβ¦fuck, this is embarrasing- this is so ungentlemanly-β But that was a ship long sailed. And he finds himself drooping even further into the heavenly in-betweens of your legs.
And youβre witnessing the veins on his beefy forearms pop out, the skin of his forehead perspiring- and it almost feels to you as if the blond man was holding himself back at this very moment. A shiver runs through you as you wonder just what him giving his all would mean for youβ¦
And his swollen mouth cracks open, βPleaseβ¦β And itβs not you thatβs starting to begβ¦itβs Nanami himself. Deep and guttural wrenched out from his voicebox, he sends rumbles across your body like thunder. βPlease push me even d-deeper into your cunt.β Nuzzlinβ your clit with his nose, he murmurs. βPush me so far deep- ride my tongue- use me until my mouthβs raw and I canβt even breathe.β
And you know youβre the one that asked himβ¦but you canβt help but let your jaw hang speechlessly.
βI need you to make you c-cum on my tongue five times before I can call myself your husband.β
The answer takes some time to choke out, and when it finally does youβre feeling embarrassed at the slightly pitchy tone it takes. βThen do it.β With his sweaty strands plastered to your palm, and your heel being used to steady yourselfβand push down on his convulsing cock. You give him no warning before pushing him down deeper.Β
He sputters-
βIβm going to ride your face now, Kento.β And youβre shocked by your ability to keep your words from slurrinβ together now. βDo it- do everything it is that you want to do. But no pulling back to breathe. No cumming until I do.β
And heβs peering up at you with the most loving half-lidded eyes, βYes, my wife.β
That man was a goner for his wifeβyou.Β
βHnghβmmm- K-Kento!β Itβs just about the only thing your spit-drivelled lips can echo right now. The sound travels across the room before bouncinβ into Nanamiβs eardrums, and he swears itβs the most beautiful sound heβs heard. Because in a sultry split-second, heβs loosening his body up and letting you pin his face between your legs.
Then veering your hips upwards and upwards.
Frenzied, squelching movements of your hips. Your body was just crashing into his in the most sinful collision, and it was making the skin of his high cheekbones start to redden and sting- Nanami barely has the time to part his lips and take in an inhaleβ
Before your sopping pussylips are plastering to his mouth once more. And heβs lappinβ his tongue away wilding onto every inch he could reach - all around the hidden crevices of your cunt, before entering through your tight hole.
Nanamiβs muscle was just so thick that he made you keen with the intrusion of his tastebuds. Feeling up the hugging walls of your channel, before youβre swearing heβs reaching for that one spot that made your eyes roll.
βShit-β Youβre babbling out, hands shaking where you held him down. βSh-shiiiiiit, just like that. Does that feel good for you too, baby?β
Heβs feeling the flaps of his lips start to swell and his lungs ache for breath- βYes.β Heβs never answered anything truer in his life - and it wasnβt just the aphrodisiac, though it did only seem to be getting stronger by the second. βFuckβyes, and d-donβt keep doing that with your heel or mβgonna cum.β
βWhat?β You ask innocently - fully knowing the ministrations you were carrying out beneath your line of sight and his. Your heel was flattened over his massive bulge and smoothing up and down, up and down, up and downβpractically jerking Nanami off though more with the pressure you were pitting against him.
The nib of your heel grazes his mushroomy tip and he bucks- βMβgonna cum, my loveβ¦β
Almost in agony.Β
You smile as you reply, βMe too.β Before leaning down just the slightest inch in proximity of him - as though sharing a secret between just the two of you in this world. βBut thatβs only one of five.β
He grunts.
Fuck- he didnβt want to disappoint his beautiful wife. He canβt. He couldnβt.
And as though crazed, Nanamiβs flickering the inches of his tongue through and through that dripping entrance of yours. In and out. Stirrinβ around his lengthy muscle in juuuust the way he knew would hit those pretty orifices that made you cry out so loud, Nanamiβs focusing on your g-spot for a few seconds at a time to make sure youβre experiencing as much pleasure as possible with every thrust.
Through it all, his nose remains pressed up against your throbbing clit. βOne down, four to go.β
βWhat do youβ¦β Your toes curl thenβbecause Nanami had predicted it before you had. With a sudden flash behind your eyes, youβre crashing into one wave of pleasure after the other - starting up from the pleasure-riddled area between your legs and climbing up into every cranny of your body afterwards.
Your arms go limp. Your back arches perfectly.
βSh-shiiiiiit- that feels so good.β Your head tilts backwards as the sudden euphoria overtakes you, and your heartbeat only seems to accelerate by twofold after you take a look down at Nanami himself.
His eyes were rolling to the depths of his skull, until only the whites of them were visible. His mouth was agape and his body was almost moving on autopilotβpure carnal instinct simply lappinβ and lappinβ away at your cunt - sending sparks roaring through your body every time his dexterous nose struck your clit. His cock was twitching away furiously beneath your long heels.
And youβre quite sure that Nanami himself was on the verge of an orgasm- βDonβt cum.β Youβre pressing down on his cock.
He jolts ever-so-slightly - though his movements donβt falter for a single second. And he was slightly muffled from hisβ¦position, though you do manage to make out a scoff. βWho did you think I was?β Nanami responds in a gravelly tone, βMβyour husband, darling. And a husband is always supposed to keep his vows.β
You donβt mention that you technically didnβt have a ceremony with vows and everything.
Because in the next mere moments, Nanami has his tongue thrusted back inside and his chin glued to the bottom of your wet slit. No matter how much youβre bucking and moaning, heβs determined to accomplish that little wish youβhe had had.
And with the textured swabs of his tongue, heβs pulling out one more orgasm. Two more. Three more-
You think youβve lost count by the time youβre all sprawled out and spent on the bed. Throwing your head back, letting your heels hook onto his shoulders and tug him even closer - youβre all but begging for mercy as dopamine leaves stars bursting behind your eyelids.Β
Your cunt was just so heated and raw at this point - though the aphrodisiac kept your slippery slick coming until it was drenchinβ Nanami all the way down to his collarbones.
His invisible dusting of blond on top of his upper lip glistens with the sap that clings onto it, and Nanami peers up at you with hollow, drunken eyes finally. βHow many was that, my love?β
Would he believe it if you said you didnβt fucking knowβ
Apparently you didnβt have to remain wondering, because those words are leaving your lips mindlessly. They take a few seconds to penetrate Nanamiβs own foggy mind- but with something akin to a crooked grin, he raises his head. βSβthat so?βΒ
Youβre shivering once he pulls his tongue out and presses a loud peck on top of your cunt.
βMy poor, poor wifeβdid your husband go too hard?β And youβre not sure whatβs in his intense gaze that makes you gesture out a single nod - an embarrassing nod. But youβre doing so anyway, and you hiss when he presses a final kiss and raises himself up onto his haunches. βBut I have kept my end of the deal, darling. Didnβt your husband make you proud?β
βY-yesββΒ
βDidnβt your husband make you cum?β
βYes-β
βNot five times, yet.β And through sheer will and the use of his incredible core strength, the trained spy stands up without breaking a sweat. βThereβs one more to goβ¦β
βOh- let me.β Using whatever strength hasnβt been wrung out of you from the marathon of your highs - barely worrying about your refractory period - youβre surging upwards and reaching behind him. Those handcuffs youβd put him in were professional-grade and used on the job sometimes, nothing like the kinky toys that one might normally prefer.
Though this wasnβt initially supposed to be play at all.
And perhaps itβs the aphrodisiac thatβs clouding your judgement- you know you canβt keep blaming it any longer whenβ¦But youβre soon looking around the room for the key that youβd dropped.
You think you had a spare in the bedside cabinet but you couldnβt be too sure- but then again, the original must have fallen somewhere on the carpet during the height of your nervous excitementβ
βLooking for the key, mm?β Nanamiβs deep croon jolts you out of your single-minded mission. And you somewhat jolt as you look up at his impressive height; his handsome face.Β
Your cunt had pooled slick right down to his clothes- the collar of it noticeably darker than the rest of the fabric, with his buttons shining as though polished a thousand times over. And his trousers were just as ruined.
Blond hair completely unruly now. Pupils blown-out through his glasses.
His lips were all reddened nβ puffy with the prolonged contact with the sweetest dessert heβs ever tasted: you. And heβs wearing your slathered layers of slick like a medal of honor, glistening proudly across his mouth and jawlineβevidence of his desperation. He husks, βNo need to worry yourself, my sweet wife.β Just then, heβs straining his forearms to pull at the handcuffs with brute force - one vein on his forehead popping, skin flushing an even deeper red.
You donβt think heβs going to do it - no oneβs ever escaped you when you used those.
But suddenly thereβs a screech of metal and a clink!Β
Before Nanami Kentoβs rubbing at the slight bite of metal upon either of his wrists. His free wrists. His unrestrained wrists.
His unrestrained hunger as he then looms his chiselled body above yours- as you push yourself further and further up to the headboard, Nanami follows. He follows. He follows. He follows until your back hits the wooden panel connected to the wall, and those half-lidded eyes bore down upon you deliciously.
βCan we consummate our marriage now, my love?β
Your words could not be more sheerly needy- βYes.β
And soon enough youβre helping Nanami out of his button-up, his vest, his trousers. Only his boxers stand in the way now and youβre just impatiently tugging them downβfinding your jaw dropping at the sight of him.
Because Nanami was big as far as youβd felt.
But this wasβ¦what was that saying about it always being the quiet ones? Nanamiβs length laid thick and throbbing between his milky legs; the tip of his shaft flushed an angry red, heβs leaking hot precum in lines down your inner thighs.
Dribbling out from the heavy volumes of his ballsack, and ending up coating his cherry tip in a cute white.Β
In the saturated air, his cock twitches upwards a few times. Makinβ stray beads gliiiiide along the vein-covered length of his shaft- down and doooooown to soak into his burnt golden curls at the very base. The entire image was just so sexy that you canβt help but let out a moanβ
And Nanami chuckles before he turns his tender lovinβ eyes towards you. βDonβt worry. Youβre next, darling.β
Your clothes are shed at an even faster rate.
Soon enough, itβs just him sandwichinβ his bulbous tip between your folds. Too big to immediately slide into your cunt, too covered in so many wads of your slick - slippery with your own sap - that he occasionally eases inside and makes you yelp at the stretch. βIt just feels so- fuck, I just know sβgonna feel so good.β Your hands claw down Nanamiβs broad back, βI need you, Kento. Badly.β
βHow badly?β He crouches over you, lips centimeters from yours. βI need to make sure youβre not jusβ talking out of your pussy, my wife.β
βIβm notββ You promise. βI need you- fuck, I need you.β
βNeed me to what, however?β Nanami cocks his head and almost meanly asks- he never knew he could make you sputter so much. It was just so fun watching your pretty mouth fall slightly apart as you registered his teasingβit almost made him want to spit between your lips.
He does.
And Nanami continues shoving his expanding erection just between your thighs, βDo you need me to take this pretty pussy like itβs our wedding night? Do you need me to m-make love to this pretty pussy like weβve been married for years? What is itβ¦?β
Youβre mouthing something that his popped eardrums donβt hear.
Leaning in, βWhatβs that, darling?β
And so youβre repeating - just a little louder than before. βI n-need you to fuck me like youβre trying to prove youβre my husband.β
Just like before.
And that seems to flip a switch in the stern, stoic Nanami Kento.
Just a little.
Because the next time youβre blinking your teary eyes open- itβs to see the harrowed furrow between his brows as Nanami reels his hips back nβ positions his largely flared tip between your legs. Right where he needs to be.
And then he push-pushes insideβ
βFuck-β He spits- strong hand darting out to grip the headboard. You hear it splinterββFuck.β
βPleaseβ¦β Looking up, youβre letting out a soft gasp at the way the muscles on his arm bulge and make themselves clear next to you. The sheer strength. The sheer pressure. The sheer streeeetch between your legs that youβre being fed inch by solid inch.
Itβs almost too much - so much more than you ever thought possible to take in one go. Your throat feels clogged with saliva and Nanamiβs sheer size as his cockhead thoroughly pierces your channel.
Smearinβ your gluey walls to either side of him, he enters you slowly yet mercilessly. More and more.Β
Your head falls back against the plush pillow directly beneath you-
βNow now- stay with me, darling.β Nanamiβs strict sentence was less of a command and more of a sweet willing for you to open your eyes once moreβto let him see those pretty, heart-shaped peripherals as he fucked you long and sweet.Β
He was burrowed just about halfway in at this point and starting to thrust.
It didnβt matter if he wasnβt completely drenched in your sweetest caverns yet, as long as your thighs were quivering with the utmost pleasure.Β
And Nanami collapses his rock-hard, chiselled front on top of your body - almost crushing you under the weight of him. Though you admit that the pressure was one so pleasurable that it sends zaps of electricity shooting to your toesβoh, did you mention that heβd kept your heels on, still?
And right now he was hooking his right set of fingers underneath your thigh, pressing your capped knees all the way up to your tits.Β
Youβre mooooaning at the burning stretch of your hamstrings.
And heβs letting you ease into it for a few more moments before throwing both legs over each side of his shoulders. Wet with perspiration, youβre letting your heeled feet slide down his hard muscles before finally managing to loop them around your neck.
βThis is a mating press- yeah.β He whispers, βDβyou like this, my wife?β
Nodding fervently.Β
Leaning down to lick off the salty-sweet tears that were streaming down your cheeks, βGood girl.β The nickname slips between Nanamiβs pussydrunken mouth before he can stop himself. And when he feels the hugginβ entrance of your cunt grow even wetter at the sound of itβ¦oh.
The tips of his digits damn-near tremble with excitement as the blond-haired man plucks a pillow from one of the many you were laying against. Fluffing it up. Promptly placing it underneath the base of your spine, just where that curve was supposed to start, and raising your hips just a little.
That change of angle made the thump-thump-thumping tip of his cock just slightly press against the roof of your cunt, and you whine. βSh-shitβ¦β
βDβyou know what thatβs for, my love?β
βHuh?β You respond hazily, and he gestures towards the pillow. Just so gone- on his cock, on the aphrodisiac, on the primal instincts on the verge of screaming at him to shove even deeper. βUmβ¦β
Nanami leans in and presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, βThatβs alright. Iβll teach you later, my love. For nowβ¦β
For now, what was that youβd begged for earlier?
Ahβ¦
For now, he was going to fuck you like a loving husband fucks his beloved, beloved wife.
And he was going to prove it to this pussy that he was your husbandβis. There were no two ways of going about it- Nanamiβs leaning his toned torso backwards and suddenly ramminβ into you with all his strength.
He doesnβt stop until heβs sure he can hear the damn thwack! of his mazinβ tip reaching for your deepest depths. The sensation of your cervix was just so smoooooth and spongy, and it takes you longer than it shouldβve to realize that the notorious man had just bottomed out on your tight, tight pussy.Β
Youβre keening at the way your folds can do nothing but quiver nβ take and take. Gulping down those greedy inches that he was funneling over and over again into youβthe scruff of his tawny happy trail scrapes your sensitive pussylips and you buck-
βAnd donβt think that you can run away.β He was amused.
For every millimeter that you were arching off of the mattress due to oversensitivity, Nanami was making up for it with yet another two rugged slams of his hips. He just loved that surprised expression upon your face when you found yourself being dragged right back, being manhandled, with a mere tug of his trained physique.
One hand on the right side of your waist.
One hand bracing his gluttonous base.
He furrows his brows and tightens his jaw as he haaaaauls you right back down- and soon enough, youβre finding that perhaps - perhaps - youβre shifting yourself away just to have him do it all over again.
And he indulges you, of course. Spearing between your glossed-up pussylips from tip to bottom end.
Fat inches that were making themselves at home.
Eventually, Nanamiβs hungry gaze pins you down- first. Before the rest of his Herculean sculptured body chooses to rest further on top of you nβ glue your skin, your hips, to his ownβpreventing you from moving just a centimeter further than he wanted you to. Preventing you from shifting his determined cock around. Heβs practically melding your bodies into oneβhe almost wishes he could.
Before Nanami had finally scoured βround your insides and located your g-spot. And he couldnβt have you moving around when his entire mission was to make you numb with pleasure, could he?
The heat between you two crackles in the air, and Nanami fucks you slow and shallow with his flared red tip. Rovering over that one spot-
βO-oh my god, oh my god, Kentoββ Words slurring into one. Nearly indiscernible.Β
And through your tears, youβre making out Nanamiβs lips pursing into something gentle. βShhhhhβ¦β The breeze of his scorching pants waft over you, dialing your own body temperature up into something insatiable. Aphrodisiac orβ¦no, just the two of you. βYouβve got this, my love- fuck, youβve got this.β
βIβ¦β Eyes scrunching shut. βN-never felt anything like this before, honey.β
βYou can take it.β
βI am- I am-β
The way his thrusts were probinβ into you was just indescribable- though Nanami Kento might have been a gentleman to everyone that ever encountered him - and yes, you suppose that even included the targets for his missions - you were briefed and trained to see him as the complete opposite.Β
Unlike most, you knew Nanami Kento as the agentβ¦the dangerβ¦the target for your own mission.
But his cock was drilling into you over and over in sharp, rapid thrusts and youβre thinking that perhaps you hadnβt been so correct about him after allβ¦
Calculated thrusts.
Nanami was making sure that you were wringing out the maximum amount of pleasure from each one of them. Not wasting time between smooching the door to your wombβthud-thud-thud. And between reeling his hips all the way back until your cunt was wet and gaping around where the circumference of his tip was the fattest. The neediest. Red-hot.
And then heβd be sliiiiiiding one of his most prominent veins down the middle along the most tender of your nerves. Kissing it.
Making white-hot bliss burst through your body as heβs managing to hit eeeevery single fucking orifice that made you swoon. Those large arms of his cage you safely, and Nanami already knows by now that youβre drunk on his hips. βFeels good, yeah?β He asks you-
And you almost have the heart to respond with something feistyβwell, obviously. But the sincerity in his eyes makes you prattle out, βFeels s-soooo good. Didnβt even know that it could feel this goodβ¦β
He smiles proudly, βYeah? Oh yeahββ Patting your sensitive clit with his abdomen, βAnd howβs the- haaaaaah, fuuuck, keep squeezing me like that- Howβs the speed, my love?β
βP-perfectβ¦β Cockdrunken. Bed creaking.
But Nanami merely nods and licks at the walloping amounts of saliva pouring from one end of your mouth and onto the silken covers of the pillows. βMhmmmmmβ¦and what else? Howβs the angle?β
Your eyes damn-near bulge out of your skull. βThe- angleβoh.β Just then, heβs adjusting his hips just the slightest few degrees so that his bludgeoning cock would hit a fresh new target tilted slightly upwards to the roof of your cut. And youβre practically yowling out, βThat one- ngh, thatβs the one.β Nails possessively claiming his back with countless scratches and indentations of your nails, βP-pleeeeease keep that one, Kento.β
βLike it that much, huh?β He hums to himself, βBut of course, mβnot gonna change it when sβmy wifeβs favorite.β
In a small thank-you, youβre craning your head up and attempting to kiss him.Β
He meets your lips halfway, but donβt think that thatβs the only thing his vicious hips could do.
βNow now, donβt tap outβ¦β Nanami grunts nβ shudders to himselfβhe has to gnaw down on the plushness of his bottom lip to compose himself at least somewhat. βAnd how about the feeling of my balls- hah- feel how biiiiiig and heavy they are, just for you?β
Struck and feeling his cadence accelerating, you can only nod and nod.
βFeel how rock-hard I am for you?β
Nodding.
βFeel the way I- fuck, the way mβonly getting harder?β
Nodding.
βFeel the way your g-spot just throbs whenever Iβm near?β His crowned and hungry tip pauses just to prove his point, and youβre dragging your nails down his biceps with a disappointed whine. A call to continue if there was any.
To which he does.
Harder than before- pap-pap-pappingβ! the front of his hips against yours.
βAnd feel the way mβpumping out so much- fuck- precum?β Just then - as if on fucking cue - youβre feeling a wet draaaaag of his pre being pushed deeper inside you. Pooling on layers on top of your cervix nβ swirling around every time youβre being moved, βShit, mβgonna make a mess again. See what you do to me?β
βI do-β
Nanami scoffs, βYou know Iβd do anything to make you feel good, my love.β Boring those golden eyes into yours- yes, they looked damn golden in this lighting and in the hazy state of your mind. βAnything-β
One of his thick hands scrape down your front- they were the hands of someone thatβs trained and worked and fought to get to where he is today. And youβre shivering at the slight callouses that massage youβ
Your husband continues, βNever think that youβre- hah, any less loveable- desirable, because of anyone or anything before.β And despite the fact that you two were connected on levels, physical ones, that were the farthest they could goβ¦it still feels the most intimate once he rests his clammy forehead onto yours and whispers. βBecause Iβm here- fuck.β
Toes curling atop his shoulders - doesnβt matter how much youβre thrashing them out of sheer pleasure at the stretch, heβs taking every bruise head-on. βYes, yes, yesβmmm, yesβ¦fuck, it shouldnβt feel this good- ngh, legally it shouldnβt feel this good.β
βWhen have we ever cared about the legal labels?β
Those pearly whites of his gnaw down on your lips nβ drag you into a kiss.Β
He utters, βBecause your Kentoβs here.β
Whimpering up at him when all the constant kissinβ at your g-spot almost gets too much to bear. So overstimulated. βA-and why do you say that, Kento?β
He could coo at the cute way youβre asking that question.
With your legs shakily squeezing around his neck, with your lips trembling and threatening to escape a sob. The way your cunt swallowed him up and dragged him to the very depths of your cunt was almost dizzying for him to feelβand he knows his balls were thwacking so hot and headily against the forefront of your cunt. He knows heβs close.
He knows the patterns of his zig-zagging veins were outlining themselves upon either side of your walls- he could feel it.
He knows that these were the pearly gates of heaven themselves. Opened right with your legs.
And Nanami has to force himself to not fucking throw his head back with a thunderous groanβmore to hear your sweet, sweet noises than anything. And instead, he nuzzles his sweaty face into the crook of your neck and lets out looooow, trundling whispers. βYouβre s-seriously asking me that, my love? Donβt mock me-β
βIβm not-β
βBecause the answer should be obvious.β And this is the first and only time that the Nanami Kento would interrupt you on any matter. βSβbecause Iβm fucking made for you, arenβt I?β
And with that being said, it seems his cadence is only growing faster. Harder. Hittinβ your lower half at what, to you, almost feels like the speed of light - his blushinβ tip only grows bigger and concrete-hard as he keeps jutting into the crevices of your cervix.
Running the lines of his veiny shaft down your channel all the whileβ
Soon enough: your pulsing clit finds home between Nanamiβs thumb and index finger.Β
On his left hand.
Which meant the stark frigidness of his wedding ring was making your body thrust itself into the throes of pleasure - not quite cumming, though considering just how overstimulated you were, you wouldnβt be surprised if you ended up shattering all over him without any warning. Instead, youβre finding your mouth babbling away whatever stupid concoction of words was entering your mind- βA-and how can you say that-β
βThatβs because Iβm your husband.β He kisses your forehead softly once more, βForget all those other boys and whoever that came- hah, before me, darling. Theyβve never yearnedβached, prayed for this pussy like I haveβ¦β
A disbelieving laugh bubbles up at your throat, βY-yearnedβ? K-Kento, you canβt be serious.β
His dazed eyes widen, mouth stupidly agape. βDead fucking serious.β
Whatβs the word to describe himβ¦enamored? Inβ¦love? Pussy-whipped? But in all the best ways.
And he himself didnβt sound like he could compute the words that were falling from his mouth. Escaping, more like. He tut-tuts, βMy wifeβ¦I fear I donβt even- haaaah, know who I am without this pussy. Sheβs all Iβve been thinking about these past few days. Sheβs all Iβve beenβ¦hungry for. Sheβs all Iβve been- fuck, needing to make myself run to the b-bathroom and jerk myself off until I see starsββ
βS-stars-β Repeating breathlessly to yourself. Such words from him of all peopleβ¦especially when it pertained to youβ¦you just couldnβt believe it.
βMaking you feel good as your husband is my only goal, my love.β And he means it so earnestly- from anyone else you would have scoffed and rolled your eyes. But Nanamiβs staring into your widely-blown peripherals as though he was exposing every shred and fissure in his soul.
He rolls his thumb over the nub of your clit.
Your voicebox raggedly wrenches out, βAll this time youβveβ¦β
And fuck- heβs so far gone that he canβt hold back the fucking lewd grin as he admitsβ
βAll this time-β Planting one chaste peck on your forehead while he fucks you, β-your husband has been-β Then another one on your right cheek, β-a damn pervert waiting for you to catch him.β In more ways than one. And then a final one on your left cheek.
He pulls away and admires you.
βAnd how does that make you feel, my wife?β
βIt m-makes me feelβ¦β Spit drivels from the leaky orifice of your mouth along with a few whining pleas here and there. And before Nanamiβs lust-hazed brain can begin to compute it, youβre reaching outwards and grabbing ahold of yet another fistful of his hair.
Dragging him towards you with a persistent few tugs.
Surprise and arousal flash across his face and steep into his already-agonized expression once you pull him close enough.
You enunciate up at him, βIt makes me feel like mβgonna cum, soonβ¦β Eyes flapping shut, chest arching up into his firmly-toned one. You hiccup, β-my husband.β
His hips stutter sloppily.
But you werenβt done just yetββA-and I know youβre close, too.β Gaze flickering down to the briefest flash of his bulbous, red tip as he pulls out- only to be shoved between your pussylips once more. Again and again. βI want you to not hold back, Kento. No matter how hard it is- ngh, donβt hold back on me.β
He repeats, breathlessly. βDonβt hold backβ¦donβtβ¦β Nodding and nodding.Β
And then youβre watching the line of his vision sharply stray to something above your head-
To the discarded fabric of his favorite tie.
And do you know how many times spies have been trained to get out of and create restraints? You donβt think it takes Nanami even two heartbeats to swipe the tie somewhere from the headboard and reach behind you to loop around your wrists.
Pinning them together.
Tying them blindly.
Tugging you to him with a flex of his muscles.
Youβre being manhandled like so through a few slamminβ stripes down on the innermost layer of your pussy- he seemed to be reaching even deeper with this slight change in position.
βPlease-β You canβt catch your breath fast enoughβand the sheer sensation of Nanami throwinβ you around like a ragdoll whilst he fucked you like an absolute gentleman was enough to make you stutter out in just a few more moments- βP-pleaseβ¦Kento, mβgonna cum-β
Smack! The skin of his pelvis practically glues against yours. βCum on your husbandβs cock, my dear.β
And with the most sinful, squelching sound of your thighs tightening around his waist- youβre cumming. The fifth time tonight; it sears through every vessel in your body stronger and faster than you remember any previous orgasm being.
A buzzing electricity- turned zapping.
Curdling at the pit of your stomach and making you arch up into Nanami as many times as your limbs could weakly carry youβ¦
Your heels claw ravaged marks down his shoulders, βC-cumming-β Babbling out as stars of pleasure formulate and burst behind your eyes, βKentoβfuck. Fuck, Kento, it feels so goodββΒ
βFuck.β He grunts himself.
Entire body shaking as the wave of euphoria roars over you.
Flashing and overstimulated.
Then youβre peering up at him with tear-filled eyes, βKento, I want you to cum, too-β
And thatβs when it hits him.
Almost as if his body had been waiting for permission from you this entire time, as though heβd react to you above anything or anyone else. Orders. Though they were ones that his brain would gladly follow- Nanami throws his head back just a little and stammers his hips.
The round curve of his tip plasterinβ against your sweet, spongy cervix and holding there for a few secondsβbefore he, too, ends up giving into his pleasure.
Making you cum five times and this was the first time heβs cumming inside.
Brows knitting, his strong jaw drops ever-so-slightly ajar as he feels a sensation like never before. No matter how much of his creamy white cum heβs emptying out- your cushy walls were sucking him up for more, more, moreβ¦βSh-shitβyou donβt know what you do to me.β And with that said, heβs raising his knee up and setting it where the pillow underneath your hips was, βI think you a-already know what this pillow is for, hm?β
Nodding, βI do I do-β You couldβve guessed either way.
Especially by the way the spurs of his cum were barreling inside- being fucked deep inside. Deep inside. And because of the positioning of your hips, no matter how much you jostle or buck, his hot wads remain webbinβ up every orifice inside.
Glued to your cervix like adhesive.
The pillow only helped if you wanted toβ¦expand the family.
Another toe-curling burst of pleasure runs through him at the mere thought of it, and Nanami turns his head to kiss the pretty side of your calf. Legs still limply wrapped around his head.
He hums, βAnd does this go against your mission, my assassin?β
Youβre shaking your head.
Quite frankly, the only other thing you can think to do is to tug him closer with your lower half.Β
Nanamiβs shaft was thick and throbbingβburnished red at the top and polished with so many layers of cum. Hot puddles of it. He was making sure not to waste a single - not even a single - drop of it as he emptied out inside, though the sheer force of his thrusts did end up frothing some of his powdery-white cum between your trembling legs. So full that you were leaking from your hole.
He spits down on your stuffed pussy, fingers twiddling on your clit. βThen how about trying to kill me by milking me dry next?β
His heavy balls clench.
Your jaw drops.
And it really wasnβt just the aphrodisiac.Β
You are the one that wonβt be making it out of this alive.
.
.
.
ββnoβ¦no, itβs not for a lack of resources. No- no oneβs threatening me.β Speaking sharply into the receiver of the payphone, the crackle of your elders echoes in your ears. Youβre sure that youβre sending the Garden headquarters into an uproar by this pointβyouβre sure that everyoneβs gotten the word.
The Phantom is quitting her line of work.
And though you suppose it wasnβt necessarily against policy to finally quit being an assassin, you just donβt think anyone would have bet that youβd be the next.
And in the booth next to you was Nanami Kento, on the phone with his own higher-ups.
Youβre eyeing the handsome man through the translucent screen of plastic in-between, and heβs catching your eyes and shooting you a reassuring smile. He seemed to be having a much easier time with whoever was on his end, meanwhile youβ¦Scoffing at the next accusation they throw out, βNo, Iβm not drugged or coerced or going to trade secrets with anyone-β
Another higher-up bellows something.
βLook, Iβm going to post you my resignation letter and that is that. I just wanted to tell you all personally- think of it as my last duty to you.βΒ And with a sigh youβre beginning to push away from the receiver, βDonβt contact me again, kindly. Or you canβsend assassins after me for all you care, we both know how thatβs going to go down.β
The phone gets sternly put back in its place.
And you know that they wonβt try to mess with you.
You know that.
They didnβt call you The Phantom for nothing - your presence still haunted the Garden when you werenβt there. As youβre making your way out of the booth, youβre realizing that your husband had wrapped up his call and was waiting for you outside.
Hands in his coat pockets. Fingers inching automatically towards yours once youβre outside.
Heβd been nagging at you on getting a warmer covering layer recently, and Nanami doesnβt hesitate to shrug off his own jacket and insist upon you wearing it. Though he wasnβt a very loud man, his affection was practically palpable.
And youβre almost feeling shy walking down the street in what was obviously his coat, whilst he stuffed your joined hands into the pocket of your coat - one that he was now wearing.Β
Eventually, you ask. βI assume your call went well, Kento?β
He sighs something half-fond, βYeahβ¦β And though it was true that both of you had been wanting out from these careers for some time now, it was still a wistful affair.Β
It was just last week that Nanami had filed in his report on the Zenin family; revealing some corrupt ties and nonsensical numbers in their business thatβd been blown across every news station, magazine, and forum you could think of in the past few days. Zenin Naobito had been arrested, of course, transferring the title of heir to none other than Fushiguro Megumi, your sonβs best friend. And though the two of you werenβt working for your organizations anymore, youβd both promised to keep a firm eye on the boy to make sure that he wasnβt being pressured or made to live older than his age anytime soon.
Youβre squeezing Nanamiβs hand softly, and he looks at you with a smile. Continuing where heβd left off, βThey were hesitant, but I think they understood. I think they saw - even before I did - that this was a long time coming.β
βThey let you go that easily?β
βYeah.β He closes his eyes and exhales deeply, βIβm free.β
And youβre doing the same.
Youβre both free.
Once youβre opening your eyes, itβs to look at the other side of Shibuya Crossing - where Itadori and his two familiar best friends were standing and waving at the two of you. Furiously. They laughed and bickered about who was waving the hardest. βSo romanticβ!β You think you hear Kugisaki squeal even from here.
You chuckle as you wait for the light to turn green.
Looking up at the blue, blue sky. βItβs a beautiful day, isnβt it?β
βIt is.β
A/N. No idea how this got so long erm- also Happy Avurudu to anyone that celebrates!!
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It was taking everything in your power not to smile right now.
Sure, Zayne was sighing in disappointment, and fixing you with that unamused stare that used to send a chill down your spine. It hardly matters. Not when you're so close to getting what you want.
What you want being a spanking, of course.
You expect him to sit on the edge of the bed, to gesture at his lap so you can bend over it and he can use those strong hands and-
"What are you doing?" He's not at the edge of the bed, instead grabbing the silk restraints he uses to tie you down. Huh. Maybe he's planning on having you bent over on the bed?
"Spanking is hardly an effective punishment. You enjoy it too much. I have something else in mind." Is the only explanation he offers.
Now you start to feel that chill, that gut feeling that you're not going to like this. As you strip and let him tie you spread eagle, that feeling only grows.
Smack!
"Ow!" You gasp, legs straining against the restraints to close and cut off his access from your aching pussy. It's only the first slap, but you know there's more coming.
"You know what to say if it's too much." It may come off cold, but he squeezes your thigh encouragingly, so you nod.
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Fuck! I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry okay? I can't do it, please I can't!" Tears have already sprung, spilling down your face. The stinging between your legs is mean, but even worse is how wet you are, and how far it seems you are from getting fucked.
Zayne hums, leaning down to gently kiss away a tear on your cheek.
"We're only getting started."
if a guy calls you hot, heβs complimenting your body.
if a guy calls you cute, heβs complimenting your face.
but if a guy calls you shrexy, heβs complimenting each and every one of your layers



