TsukasaHiragii

𐚁. Sow the seed, Nanami-san.

𐚁. Art by: @iwanttobeaseme 💖✨

𐚁. Pairing: Farmer!Nanami Kento x Reader

𐚁. Summary: Spending few days at your grandfather's farm was supposed to be a peaceful vacation, instead you spend the better half of it with Nanami Kento, the one incharge of the farms.

𐚁. Tags: frenemies to lovers, mild quarreling, second hand embarrassment, smut towards the end of the fic.

𐚁. a/n: this is a part of @sextier's cowboy event for reaching a followers milestone, for which congratulations 🎉✨ wishing you success—may you prosper and may the joys be bountiful.

The house is still the same.

Paint chipping from the walls, family photos hung in crooked frames, smell of soil and baked bread wafting through the living room.

If you closed your eyes, it would be easy to be teleported back to your childhood, laughter ringing in the house as you ran around, devouring sweet bread your grandfather bought especially for you.

"I'll be back in few days." He announced, pacing around in the living room as he tossed a hefty bunch of keys before you, "There is curry and chicken stew in the kitchen, I got you bread as well."

A map joined the growing pile of items on the table, "I've marked the shops in market, don't go out wondering in the fields." He finally settled on the couch beside you, handing over something tucked inside a folded napkin.

You wordlessly took the napkin along with it's contents, lips pursed together as bullets trickled into your lap upon folding the fabric.

"Don't hesitate to shoot if someone stepped into the house." Your grandfather spoke with sincerity, as if it was a norm to take people out at milf inconvenience, "Take my name and they won't even toss you in jail."

"Grandpa," You spoke finally, head tilted against the worn fabric of the couch, "I can stay here without going missing or killing someone."

"You never know." He muttered while standing upright, already sensing the lecture brewing in your head, he moved towards the door, his bag tucked beneath his arm, "Kento will be here tomorrow to tend the farm, you handle the house."

"Will do, Grandpa, take care."

"You too, Biscuit."

And as the door clicked shut, you were finally alone in the house, sweet.

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Upon waking up, you basked in the absolute tranquility of the early morning.

Birds chirping outside the window as a ray of sunlight slipping through the curtains, painting the room in soft, warm glow.

The stillness of the room is disrupted by a dull creaking of metal, rhythmic and faint, almost as if afraid to alert anyone.

You immediately hopped out of bed, bare feet padding against the floor as you peeked through the curtains only to see a silhouette of a man, unlatching the barn door, easily stepping inside.

Without giving your brain a chance to form a coherent thought, you sprint downstairs, slamming the front door open and race towards the fence, the feeling of dirt accumulating between your toes, lingering at the back of your mind.

"Hey! What do you think you are doing?" You yelled, chest heaving as you slowed down before you halted, hands pressed against your knees, as you glared at him, at least tried to, "Think you can just steal our cows?"

You highly doubted you seemed even marginally intimidating to the hulk of the man before you, still you had to stand your ground.

The blonde, barely glanced at you for a moment before he went back to work, opening gates of individual stalls to let the cattles out.

Once all the gates are opened, he turns back to you, eyebrows twitching in... disappointment (?), he looks over his shoulder, before he goes, "Those are aren't cows, they are buffaloes."

He doesn't bother elaborating further, guiding the cattles towards the open grass fields, petting each one that passed by him.

You narrowed your eyes at him glancing behind him to take a better look at the cows, "Still doesn't answer what you are doing at my property." You stepped closer, eyes racking up his figure.

Every thing about him screamed pristine, despite being covered in a light layer of dust from already tending to the cattles.

He was a fairly handsome man, infact unfairly handsome, neatly parted blonde hair, hazel-colored eyes, and prominent cheekbones and of course his bulky build

Another thing that caught your eye was the hat perched on his head, dull beige in colour with a mustard yellow hatband adorned with black polka dotted pattern. Odd man, odd choices.

"Nanami Kento." He sighed, as if merely communicating with you was a waste of his precious time, "Your Grandfather asked me to tend to his farm for few days."

He took his hat off, hanging it on the hook beside the barn door, before reaching for the shovel, "I'd say put on shoes if you want to be useful around here." He glanced down at your bare feet, dirt matting your soles.

You nodded your head, albeit stiffly, scurrying off to the house, door slamming shut behind your back, you'll show him just how useful you can be.

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Staring at the reflection of yourself was an enlightening experience, what you thought would have been a rather cute pair of overalls made you look like a sack of potatoes, they were your grandmother's, it was too long on your frame, leg sleeves pooling around your ankles, boots hidden away completely.

Despite it all, you stepped outside in the searing sun, hairs tied up in a bun, nose scrunched as you scanned the area, possibly for a task, preferably for guidance.

"Do you want to go the town's hospital?" A voice interrupted your thoughts, Nanami stood by the fence, the keys to green house dangling in his hands, upper two buttons of his shirt were undone, his chest peeking through, "still with me, sweetheart?"

Your meet snap back to his, embarassed to be caught oogling him, "What do you mean?" You glanced down at your outfit, before crossing your arms defensively, ignoring the way your sleeves puffed wider.

"With those clothes you've got on," He stepped closer, unlatching the fence, walking over to observe your clothing up close, "It's only matter of time before your stumble over and hurt yourself."

"These are the only ones I got." You pulled the sleeves up to your elbows, looking around the front yard, "and I handle myself well enough, now let's get to work, Kento."

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You couldn't handle yourself.

At some point, you were certain whoever was incharge of writing your life was spinning a wheel to decide your fate, with each option shittier than the last.

You couldn't sow the seeds, technique either too harsh or too soft, guaranteeing only failed crop; you moved on to gathering berries from the green house instead, how bad could that possibly be.

Very bad, tiny ants along the berry plant, bit your skin, leaving behind itchy skin, what hurt more was the utter denial to use big spray on the ants.

Right now, you were just hopping from one task to another.

Realisation had dawned upon you that you highly overestimated your potential to work in a farm, the garlic bulbs you had been trying to plant where abandoned in their little basket, whilst you attempted and failed to dig through the soil.

Abandoning the task that you failed poorly at hand, you ventured towards other workers, to ask for a preferably easier task, when one of the gardeners approached you.

"Think you could hand this to Kento?" He handed you a tiffin box, weighty in your hands, you wondered what could possibly make a lunch box so heavy, "His grandma packed extra for you as well."

You gave him a stiff smile, lugging it all the way to the barn, you called out his name, voice echoing against the metal framework.

Sighing in defeat, you place the tiffin on the wooden table by the storage unit, wandering deeper, following the faint sound of water rushing.

He must be cleaning the shovels, you made your way towards the back end of the barn, passing the back doors towards the open washing area.

He was was indeed cleaning, just not what you expected, before you stood Nanami, completely naked his back facing you, body glistening from the bucket of water he just doused over he head.

Muscles thick and bulky, built on years of farm work and nutritious diet, with how easily he lifted entire bucket full of water to pour over his head, you couldn't even being yourself to doubt his strength.

Bending over he dropped the empty bucket on the ground, running a hand through his drenched hairs, abruptly turning to look over his shoulder as if sensing degeneracy radiating off of you.

You immediately look away, forcing yourself to glare the ground, "I wasn't look—" You stammered, trying to deny your quite evident oogling, "I bought dinn—food, I mean lunch." Shit.

Apart of your brain was hyperventilating over the shameful event, walking in on someone bathing, even if said someone was bathing out in the open, another part of you was replying the memory like a voyeuristic tape.

You turn around, feet working faster than your mind, stepping back into the farmhouse to wait for Nanami.

Time moves fast and before you could even gather your thoughts, Nanami stepped inside, clad in pants that were taut around his thighs, and a shirt that stretched around chest, buttons threatening to pop open, blonde hairs still damp with water.

"Care to explain what you were doing out there?" It comes out more of distraught question than simple query, you nudged the tiffin towards him.

"Bathing." He responded simply, cheeky little smile threatening to spread on his lips, making himself home on the chair beside yours, fingers expertly working open the metal box, "it's a thing you do to clean yourse—"

"Don't be a smartass," you sighed, eyes narrowing as he offered you a section of the tiffin, curry and mash potatoes, "I know what bathing is."

For a moment, neither of you speak, both exhausted from a long day of work even if you didn't get anything done.

"So, you are used to women just feasting on your bare body?" You didn't mean to sound curious, like the information itself was interesting enought to probe further but the sentiment was clearly evident in your tone.

"I wouldn't really call it feasting, Sweetheart," he leaned against the chair, dropping his spoon into the tiffin, "it's common for farmers to bath in the open." He explained, nudging the leftover curry towards you, "Don't usually expect an audience, unless someone stumbles upon you."

You cheeks warmed at the teasing, "I didn't mean to see you like that!" You took a mouthful of mashed potatoes, refusing to talk further.

"Didn't say I don't enjoy an audience," He looked at you mischievously, taking a big gulp of water, "especially when it's a pretty girl in overalls that could fit a whole sack of grain in each leg."

"That was the only one I had!"

The sound of your voice filled the evening air along with the loud rumble of his laughter echoing in the backyard.

"Let me walk you home." Nanami announced, standing up with a sigh, hand stretched out towards you.

"You know, we just have to step around the farm, right?" You teased, taking his hands despite your words, relishing in the warmth that seeped from his palm to your entire hand, "This wasn't as bad as I thought it would be."

Nanami hummed, stepping out into the backyard, hand letting go of yours to slip higher and cradle your elbow, making sure you didn't accidentally slip, "The garlic you mutilated earlier would disagree."

You scrunched your nose at the tease, attempting to pull away from his grasp only to be pulled closer by his side, "I tried, it just wasn't the task for me."

It barely took any time before you stood on the front porch of your house, hands behind your back trying to think of anything to talk about.

"You'll come tom—"

"There is a carn—"

Both of your started simultaneously and stopped simultaneously, starring at each other in expectation, when you realised he wouldn't continue, you spoke again, "I was wondering if you'd be here tomorrow as well."

Nanami nodded his head, blonde hairs fluffy and disheveled, not combed once after his evening shower, "I'll be here everyday." He ducked his head lower, contemplating before continuing, "There is a carnival nearby, I was wondering if you'd like to go."

You slowly bobbed your head, taking in what he said, "Go in general or go with you." You teased, watching as he ran a hand through his hairs, for a moment you think he'd be shy about it, try to beat around the bush, but he's Nanami Kento and he doesn't know what subtle is.

"Go with me." He straightened up, eyes locked on yours, "I'll show you around, get you the best turkey ham and cheese sandwich."

You agree with as much grace as you could spare nearly tripping over the welcome mat as you tried to get inside the house.

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You wore a simple yellow dress, floating just above your knees, perfect for the warm summer breeze.

The carnival was a short drive away from your grandparents house, lights already visible in distance from your window.

Opting for flat sandles for the sake of comfort, you waited for Nanami, not so subtly running over to the mirror to fix your hairs or tinker with the the sleeves of your dress, checking through the window for his truck often.

It didn't take long for him to show up at your door, clad in a deep red shirt and the tightest pair of pants possible, outlining each and every muscle of his thighs, subconsciously you thought about what it would feel like between your own.

You didn't get much time to oogle him, a call of your name and a nudge towards his truck followed by him extending his hand towards you.

"You look beautiful, Sweetheart." He mumbled softly against the shell of your ear, opening the door of the truck for you, taking his hat off to cover your backside as you stepped up in it.

The entire carnival felt like a test of your patience and possibly wits, from all the rides where you held on to Nanami to all the prizes he'd won for you, everything seemed to drive you a little insane.

"Think you could handle this one?" Nanami whispered, breath fanning across your collarbone, hand splayed on your upper back as he stood between you and the crowded line, "it's a big ride."

You turned towards the ferris wheel, cheeks warming up as his words registered in your mind, hoping that he meant the innuendo and you weren't just imagining things.

You nodded your head, standing on your toes to respond to him, "I can handle myself." You pressed your palm against his chest, cheekily pushing him back.

Nanami grinned, eyes sparkling as he stepped aside, helping you onto the platform before getting up himself, handing adequate amount to get into the ride before following you into it.

The cubicle went up slowly, giving you ample amount of time to admire the surprisingly large carnival from the window.

However it was tiny, your knees bumping against Nanami's, sheepishly tucking your knees together while he parted his own wide to accommodate yours between them.

You part from the view outside and turn to look at him, arms crossed over his chest as he looked back at you, eye browed quirked up in curiosity when didn't look away.

"See something you like?" He leaned closer, elbows resting on his knees, face barely inches away from yours.

"What if I do?" You challenged, despite your shaky voice and sweaty palms, a different form of nerve brewing in your belly.

Nanami moved his hands, pressing them onto your knees before sliding them higher, fingers brushing with the hem of your dress, some sneaking underneath, before it could escalate, he tugged it lower, covering whatever was exposed.

"Be patient, Sweetheart."

You really don't think you can.

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Standing by the fence of your house, you waited patiently, hands fiddling with the fabric of your dress as Nanami stepped closer but not close enough.

Taking initiative you leaned closer, lips desperate to be pressed against his, only to meet cold air as he continued to stand further away, not yet coming to meet you in the middle.

Discarding any shame you whined, loud and anguished, nose scrunched, brows furrowed, huffing you pulled away completely, almost stumbling as you clumsy climbed the stairs of the porch.

Nanami chuckled, easily catching up to you, hand pressing against the door as you tried and failed to open it.

"Let go, asshole." You hissed, refusing to turn around and look at him, cheeks red and puffed in embarrassment, there is only so much your poor heart can handle.

"Thought you wanted to kiss me?" He leaned down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear, breath fanning along your jaw, "Gonna leave me hanging now, Darling?"

You groaned, turning around to face him, hands pushing against his chest, "First you embarrass me, make a fool out of me," your finger dug into his chest, his pecs full and plush against the tip of your finger get it together, women!, "then you have the audacity to ask for a kiss."

He lets you berate him, floating in utter bliss you pushed against his chest, despite the profanities leaving your lips he is thankful for the proximity.

"What a time," He spoke breathlessly, stepping a little closer, hand coming to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, "Can I not tease my girl?"

You huffed, reaching up to pull him closer by his collar, standing on the toes of your feet to reach his lips, the kiss is anything but soft, it's angry from the way you bite his lower lip, dragging it out between your teeths.

He immediately reciprocated, warm hands cradling the back of your head, moaning into your mouth, letting you take your anger out on him.

Slowly you pulled away, pupils blown wide, lips swollen and bruised, without saying anything you turned around and stepped into the house, leaving the door wide open.

Nanami stepped inside, following you up the stairs, making sure his eyes didn't drift any lower than the sight of your shoulders, no matter how tempted he was to catch a peek under the hem of your dress.

You stood in the middle of your bedroom, listening to the soft click of the door latch and heavy footsteps that followed.

Turning around you slowly tugged at the straps of your dress letting it pool at your feets, leaving your completely bare before him, heart thumping in your rib cage, eyes refusing to meet him.

He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of you, taking his hat off and placing it at the foot of your bed, fingers curling around the back of your thighs as he nudged you aside, leaning down to lift your dress off the floor, "Want you to wear this, when you ride me later." He casually spoke, folding it and tossing on the chair.

You nodded your head, only concerned about the ache between your legs, fingers itching to rub your swollen pearl.

Nanami stepped closer, hands coming to rest on your waist, eyes racking up and down, one hand raising up to trace a fingertip along your areola, not touching your nipple yet.

"Kento please—" You huffed, backing away till the back of your knees hit the bed, quietly laying back, hands lifted up as you gestured for him to come closer.

Nanami reached for his belt buckle, making a quick work of his clothes so he could fullfill your wishes as soon as possible, shirt and pants tossed aimlessly on your bedroom floor.

He kneeled between your legs, knuckles lightly grazing the skin of your thighs, delighted in the way you shuddered against his touch.

You reached for his hand, fingers wrapping around his wrist as you brought his hand between your legs, whining you shamelessly humped his fingers, clumsily grinding your clit against his thick fingers, coating them with a sheen gloss,

"Slow down, Sweetheart." He hummed, watching as you clutched his hand between your thighs, lost in pleasure uncaring of the world.

Groaning his pulled his hand away, ears filling with your whines of displeasure, "Kento please—," you withered helplessly, legs falling wide open as you begged him for stimulation, "I need you."

He sucked in a sharp breath at the sight of your glistening folds, parting to reveal your sticky entrance, the feeling of your throbbing bud still lingering on the pads of his thumb.

"I know love, I know." He whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple, one hand squeezing the fat of your breast, fingers pinching the pebbled nipple, "let me taste her—alright."

He trailed kisses down your sternum, spreading your legs wider to rest your thighs on his shoulders, cock resting between his belly and the mattress while his peppered kisses along the tender skin of your thighs.

You sucked in a sharp breath, thighs quivering around his head, clit throbbing in need as he pressed a kiss everywhere except where you needed him the moment, he stubble scratching against the plush skin of your thighs.

Nanami parted open your folds with his thumb, blowing warm air against your glossy bud, watching as your walls spasmed.

He leaned closer, pressing open mouth kisses against your lower lips, humming at the tangy taste, the sound reverberating through your spine, drawing low moans from your throat.

Your fingers gripped his hairs, forcing his head deeper between your legs, feeling him groan in utter delight, hands trailing up your body to pinch your nipples, nearly suffocating as you curled around his head, all noises muffled from your highs squishing his ears.

Before you could reach your peak, Nanami pulled away, crawling over to sit leaned against your headboard, before grabbing your arm and pulling you over his body, manhandling you in a way that had you drooling over his strength.

Before you could settle into his lap, he curled his arms around your thighs, hoisting you higher on chest and letting you grind your pussy on the tip of his cock, smushed between his belly and your folds.

You hunched forward, hand pushed between your bodies to reach for his length, tapping him again your folds before aligning him with your entrance and slowly sinking down.

Your legs stretched wide around his thighs, knees barely holding any weight as his arms curled around your waist bounced you in his laps.

You barely had any control over the rhythm or the depth, helplessly jostled in any way he wanted, arms thick and strong, muscles bulging as he shifted your entire weight to one arm, freeing the other to pinch your pebbled nipples.

"Ken—to, please," you heaved, back arching as you pushed your tits into his face, walls being mercilessly ploughed by his plush cock, "sl—slow down."

You pleaded, palms splayed on his chest, head lolling to one side as you felt him batter your insides.

He hummed, arm slowly down, making sure you felt every drag of his cock, relishing in the way your eyes widened, mouth hung open, drool pooling in the corner, "Slowed down for you, Sweetheart."

You felt his hand drag lower, groping the plump curves as he made his way down, thumb finding your throbbing clit just as he adjusted the angle of his thrusts, every swirl on your tender bud timed with an earth shattering thrust of his cock.

You don't even get to warn him, before clear gush of liquid sprayed out, drenching his abdomen and thighs, you shuddered in his embrace, barely even feeling your toes, walls milking his cock as he groaned against your chest, arms holding you tightly against his own.

It takes a while for you to come back down to earth from whatever cloud he fucked you to, eyes blinking slowly as you take in your surroundings, mattress devoid of sheets, sound of water running in the bathroom.

He comes back into the room with a wet towel, stepping closer to where you lay limply on the bed, legs parted wide enough for him you wipe you clean.

"Tell me if anything hurts." Nanami pressed a kiss against your forehead, stepping over to your closet and picking out an old t-shirt, "I would have given you my shirt, but I wore it outside." He helped you put it on, cradling your wrists as he grabbed his own boxers and slid them on, before joining you in bed.

"I thought you were going to give me your underwear." You mumbled sleepily, scooching closer so you could lay your head in the crook of his neck.

Nanami snorted, shifting slightly to wrap an arm around your shoulders.

Dividers by: @angeliicide 💖✨

I'm so glad I was able to get this comm by @iwanttobeaseme! I've had nothing but a good experience when working with them and ta-da! I'm always impressed with how accurately they're able to capture my features.