#emo nanami

The following weeks sees you and Kento spending almost every waking moment together. It’s known on campus that you two are the cutest couple ever. Most girls watch you in awe as you have the most romantic man charming you every time he’s around you. Even the girls who caused you problems during the party seem to be jealous.

On Kento’s side of things, not only does he feel more confident with your relationship being more stable, he also feels like things are looking up for him for the first time in so long. The thoughts of returning to the sorcerer world are pushed aside for the daydreams of a future with you. He fantasizes about maybe having a family with you once you’re both done with school.

Things couldn’t get any better, really. And now that you two were both comfortable in your positions at school and with each other, it was only going to get better from there.

Kento spends a lot of time with you in your dorm. He’s happy to shower you in affection. He’s so much more layered and complex than you previously could have imagined. He shows you parts of himself that even he keeps tucked away from himself. He’s honest and kind, always wanting to talk to you about all kinds of things. 

The only thing that sort of lingers between the two of you is his virginity. You know you’d love to go that far with him, but you still want to tread comfortably. You two have just gotten together for real recently and to push the subject could make him uncomfortable. So you decided to just continue the way it’s been going and see where things go.

For the first time, Kento is now debating on whether or not to send you a nude. He’s got picture messaging on his phone and you two have been official for a few weeks now with nothing else going on. He wants to show you that he is, in fact, still interested in pursuing something sexual with you as well as romantic.

He’s pacing around in his room. Over the summer, he regained a bit of muscle mass. He had been going to the gym regularly to occupy his time. So he knows he doesn’t look bad. It’s just…how do you even take a good picture to send as a nude?

He groans as he tries different angles, but he thinks he looks stupid in every single one of them. After about twenty deleted pictures, he throws himself on his bed and whines. It’s frustrating to try and be sexy. He knows he doesn’t have to try too hard, but he wants to. He wants to look good for you.

Then he decides to take a shower. Once he’s got his clothes off and the bathroom is nice and steamy, Kento realizes just how perfect this set up is. Finally, he grabs his phone and snaps a picture of him with his shirt off and his cock in his hand. Looking at it, he finds himself actually impressed.

Your phone vibrates as you sit in your dorm studying. You smile when you realize it’s a text from your boyfriend. When you open it, your eyes widen. You don’t know that you’ve ever seen Kento so confident as he looks in this picture. 

The thought of him taking this photo for you has you really riled up. You settle on your bed, your studies forgotten for the moment. You push your pants down and tease yourself through your panties. With your free hand, you snap a picture of your panties pushed to the side and your slick dribbling down your thighs.

Miss you.

He sees the message before going into the shower, and he gets even more confident. He strokes his cock a few times, squeezing the head gently to make some precum pearl at the tip. Then he sends you a picture of that.

See you soon, beautiful.

The next time you two see each other, you’re both blushing. It’s a shared secret. Something that only the two of you understand. And it makes you feel even closer together. Soon, he’s talking about taking you out on a date over the weekend.

He meets you in the parking lot outside the dorms. You look so adorable, dressed in a plaid skirt and a band t-shirt. His eyes widen and he smiles when he notices it’s the shirt he forgot in your dorm one time. You grab his hand and the two of you start walking towards the movie theatre.

“I’m really excited for this,” you say softly.

“Me too. It’s been a while.”

Ever the gentleman, Nanami pays for the tickets, the snacks and he carries everything to your seats. It’s in the very back of the theatre. It’s nice to have these dates. It reminds you of why you really fell for the guy in the first place. He shows you his charming side, when everyone sees just this brooding, moody emo kid.

The trailers begin and the sound is booming as the screen shows you previews for a romcom first. You both laugh at how cheesy it is, but it still seems funny enough for the two of you to wonder if you’d like to come see it. The next trailer is a gory slasher flick, which piques both of your interests. Following that are some ads for some bank, the snacks at the concession stand and then there’s one last trailer for a historical piece before your movie starts.

At first, the movie was very captivating. You and Kento can’t look away, even as you munch on some hot, buttery popcorn and sweet chocolate. Then halfway through, the movie shows its true colors and you realize that it’s going to be very disappointing. You whine and rest your head on his shoulder, and Kento chuckles at just how cute you’re being right now.

One thing leads to another, and you kiss him. He kisses you back, letting you take the lead on this for the time being. He’s not wanting to press things, considering you’re in a movie theatre and getting caught would really suck if you wanted to return for another date.

But the thought of you teasing yourself in those panties when you sent that nude has his blood boiling. It’s been a few weeks since the two of you had any kind of intimacy. He’s growing hard with every little kiss you give him. It’s almost like you’re trying to tease him on purpose.

He looks at you slyly as he pushes your skirt up just a bit. Then you bite your lip to hold in your moan as he begins to rub your clit through your panties. You were wearing silky ones this time, just to spice things up for your date.

The gasp you let out when he pushes them aside and parts your folds has him chuckling. You glare at him, but you’re spreading your thighs even more. He’s so much more confident now than he’s ever been. You remember the first time you two kissed, and how he was such a needy guy back then. Now Kento was calling the shots and you were loving it.

“Try to be quiet, baby.” He whispers in your ear before kissing your neck.

Two of his fingers slip into you, making you let out such a cute little moan. Thankfully the theatre is nearly empty and you’re sitting far away from everyone else. Kento begins to thrust his fingers into you, curling them against your sweet spot. His cock is throbbing but that’s not what’s important here. What’s important is that you see stars.

His thumb rubs your clit in time with his slow and meticulous movements. Every second is agonizingly pleasurable. Your eyes roll back in your head and you begin to hump his hand. It feels like so long since you were able to get off on his long fingers. Kento smirks when he sees just how needy you are right now. You’re just a mess, dripping all over his fingers.

“Cum for me,” he whispers before capturing your lips in a sensual kiss.

He keeps your moans muffled as your walls begin to pulse around his digits. Kento keeps kissing you, drawing out every little bit of pleasure from you. Then slowly, he pulls out of you and brings his fingers to his lips to lick them clean. You pant as you try to catch your breath. You’ve got a few minutes to clean yourself up and straighten up before the credits begin rolling.

He grabs your hand and guides you out of the theatre. The night air feels so good on your sweaty skin. You feel so giddy. Your heart is racing and your tummy is still full of butterflies. You kiss him over and over, and he smiles sweetly.

“Be mine,” you say. “Be my boyfriend.”

He blushes. “I…I would love to.”

You grab him by the collar of his shirt and kiss him so deeply. Kento wraps his arms around you, pulling you close to his chest. You’re both tucked away on the side of the entrance, away from the rest of the world. The rest of the world could disappear and none of that would even matter to you and him.

“I love you,” he finally says once more. 

You smile. “I love you too. I have for a long while now.”

It feels so good to finally say those words out loud with the person you love. It’s so natural, but it feels like this explosion of emotions has gone off inside of you. You feel like you’re shaking, and Kento feels similarly. He can’t quite wipe the stupid grin off his face.

“I want you,” he whispers in your ear. “Want you to be the one who takes my virginity.”

This makes your heart skip a beat. The words sound so sensual, even though he hasn’t really said anything dirty. You look up into his eyes and you notice just how dark they are. He looks very serious too, like he didn’t just ask you to be the first person to fuck him.

“...I want you too. Whatever you want, you can have that with me.”

He kisses you again, this time it’s a lingering kiss. His thumbs caress your cheekbones. He holds you close to him, like you are the only thing in this world that has any kind of meaning to him.

“I will always love you.”

The words feel warm inside of you. They make a warmth blossom so deep inside and it’s visible on your face. Kento smiles now too, loving the way you look at him like he is the only man who could ever make you smile.

“I will always love you too.”

And that's how you ended up here, only this time you locked eyes with a face you hadn't placed before.

Nanami Kento was his name, apparently, and fuck, he was cute. But not in a way you'd expect. He wasn't like the hearthrobs Satoru and Suguru whom your friends loved to fawn and gush over and were the object of everybody's desire.

This Kento was shy. Like, really shy, to the point that most would find it off putting, but you found it endearing. How his face turned red and he tripped over his sentences and stayed in the corner. His lean frame and those long legs. How, when he did speak, his voice was mellow yet rich. You even got a sneak peak of that smile that seemed so elusive whenever one of the others would have a witty remark to share with the group. His beauty was almost completely concealed behind his long golden bangs that fell in his face over those fleeting pools of honey that were his eyes, but still, you loved it that way.

"Ohhhh shit!!!!!"

You're too busy daydreaming like it's high school all over again to even notice the neck of the empty bottle of prosecco being spun in the middle of the circle on the sticky living room floor had landed on you.

"Girl, wake up! It's go time!"

"Huh?"

And your mind spent minutes trying to catch up as your friends shuffled you and Kento through the crowd til you tripped, landed, and almost fell on top of one another, stuffed inside Gojo and Geto's cramped closet, muffled giggles on the other side.

"Don't have too much fun in there, you twoo!"

"Sorry." Kento mumbled as he gained his bearings and untangled himself from you, only to accidentally almost trip backwards over Gojo's tennis racket.

"Shit..." Kento curses under his breath and is immediately thankful for the non-existent light, so that you wouldn't have an up close view of his tomato splotched face of embarrassment.

"Someone teach that idiot how to put away his stuff?" He sighed and sat on the floor, back of his head leaned against the wall.

You can't make out much of him in the dark, either, but all at once, you feel very hot at this sudden plunge into one another's space. You take his initiative and sit down as well, gasping and moving your feet away quickly when your legs accidentally land on top of his. "My bad..."

"It's fine." Kento replied, trying not to focus too much on the warmth you emitted.

Awkward silence permeates the air. You weren't sure how much time had passed, but it felt like the longest 7 minutes of your life. At the same time, you desperately didn't want this to be one where you just sat in silence. You wanted to know more about him, and maybe just maybe, get a kiss or two if the moment felt right. No, you certainly wouldn't complain about that.

"Your name is Kento?"

"Last time I checked."

"Huh."

Silence.

"How do you know Satoru and Suguru?"

"They were in a class above me at Jujutsu High."

"Really? So when did you graduate?"

"2008."

"Hmm, small world."

More painful silence.

You chip away nervously at your black nail polish. Gods, why did they have to put the two introverts together? Of course you were gonna have to be the one to do all of the icebreaking.

"So, um...what's your favorite color?"

Kento raised a brow. "You're...asking me what my favorite color is?"

You shrug. "Why not? How else to get to know someone better?"

A close lipped smile twitched at the corner of his mouth, then he thought for a second. Jeez, nobody's asked him stuff like this since... elementary school?

"Um, black. Or maybe a dark blue..." He folds his arms, shifting his hips so he's more comfortable. "You?"

"Hmmmmm..." You think to yourself. "I like black too. And purple, specifically lavender. Brown. Or- ooh, I also like pink and green. Grey, shades of blue..."

"Why not just the whole rainbow?" Kento jokes shyly.

"Hey, it's not my fault I'm indecisive!"

"Indecisive?" Kento asks, slightly amused. "So if I ask you a question, you're not gonna be able to answer any of them?"

"Why not see for yourself?"

"Alright then." Kento hums. "What music do you listen to?"

"That's a loaded question. Depends on my mood. But umm I've been listening to Modest Mouse a lot as of late."

"Really?" Kento's ears perk up. "I listen to them too! Favorite song?"

"Hmmm Little Motel."

"Nice." Kento nods, a fuzzy feeling in his stomach. Maybe you have more in common than he thought.

"What about you? What do you listen to?"

Kento laughs half-heartedly. "Too many to list but umm, MCR, Brand New, The GazettE, Fall Out Boy, Green Day, The Used, Red Hot Chili Peppers-"

"No way? I love all of those!" You beam from ear to ear. "I haven't heard of The GazettE, though."

"Well, I could show you sometime..." Kento immediately wants to slap himself for saying that out loud.

"Really? I'd love that." You respond, butterflies in your tummy at how well this was going. "So, jam sesh, whenever you're free?"

"Fine with me." Kento tries to play it cool.

You both grin and look at the ground, trying to figure out what to talk about next.

"Watch any anime?" Kento asks shyly.

Oh boy, and he watches anime?

"Course I do..." Your smile begins to creep back up.

And for the next couple of minutes, you discover not only do you love the same artists, but the same anime, movies, and TV shows as well, even coming out of the conversation with a few new ones you hadn't heard of but but planned to look into as soon as you got home.

There were definitely more layers to Kento than you realized, and the gravity of each revelation about him just pulled you closer and closer together, both literally, and figuratively as you now sat side by side against the closet wall, thighs and arms touching.

"So..."

"So...?" Kento repeats as if it's a question.

You want to kiss him, and if you were reading everything that transpired in the last 4-5 minutes or so correctly, he wants to as well. I mean, you're practically on top of each other already and he wasn't fighting to get away, so that had to be a good sign, right? Well, there wasn't like he had much of an option, anyway.

Fuck, why'd this have to be so hard?

Next to you, Kento's wondering the same thing. Calling out to whatever higher power exists in the universe to give him the shred of strength he so desperately needs right now. He doesn't want to fuck this up.

Don't be a goddamn pussy.

"Hey, Kento?"

Fuck.

"Yeah?"

"You know, I'm not sure how much longer we have in here, I mean, it feels like it's been forever, haha.."

"Y-yeah. Longest 7 minutes of my life." He half jokes. "Wait, no, I didn't mean that in a bad way I-mean...Oh, fuck..."

He's red as a berry again, once again thankful for the scarce light.

"Haha, no, I get what you mean, I just..."

"You don't have to kiss me, you know?" Kento half blurts, feeling more than embarrassed. "I mean, I-I wasn't expecting you to want to do anything at all with me so...so, yeah. Don't feel bad. I'm used to it..."

Your mouth fell open a teeny bit. Here you were, flirting your socks off with this guy, thinking you were so obvious in your desire, but now he's assuming you don't want him and that he's used to people rejecting him?

You can't help but feel a little shock and sting of sadness at this statement. In your eyes, he was absolutely perfect. Sure, he was shy and awkward,but fuck, so were you.

In fact, his shyness was what made him all the more desirable to you. He was soft spoken, intelligent, humble, and kind. Much better than 99.9% of the guys back at the university who were loud, abrasive, cocky, and just wanted to get in your pants.

Kento was an absolute diamond on the inside, you just needed to do a little bit of digging. You silently wished you could throw hands with anyone who ever made him feel the opposite. It doesn't quite compute in your mind how anyone could pass up someone so beautiful that you had ever encountered in your life.

"Well, maybe I want to..." You whispered.

"Huh?" Kento is waiting for the gotcha moment when the camera comes out, thinking maybe Gojo had set him up on a prank for the nth time (he lost track by now). But no such moment arrives. It's just you and him in this dark, quiet closet with dwindling space between you and too much tension.

"I want to kiss you, Kento. Do you wanna kiss me?"

He recognizes that tone. It's sultry and soft. And God, hearing it come from someone as gorgeous and sweet as you does something indescribable to him in that moment, but for some reason or another, he's just frozen in place.

"Y-yeah..."

"Yeah? You're sure?" You're on your hands and knees, right up against his face which he can faintly make out in front of him, the shape of your lips barely outlined from the speck of light coming from the tiny crack at the bottom of the door.

"God, yes-"

And without thinking, he cups both sides of your face and meets your softly parted lips, harsh and sloppily.

Your eyes widen a little bit, then close. He wasn't much of a kisser, but you could work with that. You stayed where you were, slowly exhaling through your nose as you allowed your lips to linger on his for just a moment, trying to ignore how hot your body instantly became the moment your mouths clapped together.

You pull back, slowly, and Kento flushes deep red again at the light string of spit connecting you two.

"It's okay..." Your lips curl upwards into that gorgeous smile he loved so much. "I really liked it..." You lean in and brush your nose delicately against his. "Can we keep going, sweetheart?"

Kento melts a bit, his own eyes heavy underneath this sudden, hazy effect you were having on him by now. "Y-yeah of course."

"Okay..." You whisper back, smiling with a little tease of your teeth on your bottom lip before you kiss him again.

You taste like cranberry spritzers, spearmint, and balmy chapstick. You moan softly as your flavors begin to slowly mix with Kento's as your tongues slowly prod and wetly glide into each other's mouths.

He was a fast learner, you'd give him that. He accepted you eagerly, meeting you with some newfound passion of his own that became clearer to him with each subtle smack of your lips. You picked up his taste of whiskey and cola, hands running through his tousled locks as you began to lower yourself into his lap.

Kento lowly gasped as your lips departed from his and began gently, lovingly, sprinkling kisses on both of his cheeks, then his jaw. His shaky hands departed from where they were on your neck and began to tightly grip your hips, digging into your flesh as he grit his teeth.

"Still doing okay...?" You cooed, dragging your lips down his neck, catching fleeting traces of his Axe body spray and his floral laundry detergent that only made you want to further nuzzle into him.

Kento gasped again, closing his eyes as he knew he must be turning impossibly red. He had never felt so desired, so aroused until right now. Making out with a beautiful girl like you was a daydream he only indulged in when he was completely alone, knowing the odds this fantasy would reach past his eyelids were slim to none.

Nobody had looked his way, until you. And here you were, starting to slowly grind in his lap, sending him into orbit with each time your clothed pussy lingered and pressed just right over his growing bulge.

"Y-yeah, fuck, so good..." His head gently hit the back of the wall again with a whimper of your name, and you smothered his neck in kisses, everywhere you could reach. He sighed and surrendered to the feeling, drinking it in as long as he possibly could.

You were quelling a thirst that had been years in the making. If the timer went off and the door ripped open exposing you and him with each other's tongues halfway down the other's throat, then so be it. In this moment he doesn't care. This feeling was one he longed for, one he needed to feel all the time. And best of all it was with you, the bewitching new girl he locked eyes with fatefully at some random Christmas Eve party.

"Kento?" You purr in his ear. "You can touch me too, don't be shy..."

"Mmm?" Kento's face heats up again, embarrassed that he was stiff as a board this entire time. "S-sorry. Hah, you were just, ahh..." He sucks in air quickly between his teeth. "Y-your lips were really distracting..."

You giggle, bringing your sweaty foreheads together as you gave him temporary reprieve so he didn't explode all at once. "It's okay. I was getting distracted, too..."

He brought his hands slowly to your chest, his large palms enveloping your tender globes over your Christmas sweater. His lips part and he feels his cock rage through his jeans at the allure of the soft bounce of your breasts as you gently toss your head backwards.

He holds them like weights in his hands, beginning to gently roll the mounds of fat like dough, carefully kneading, his mouth watering as he brought them together, and separated.

"C-can I?"

"Please, Kento..."

And he swiftly lifted your sweater up, finding your left nipple quickly in the dark. Wafts of your waning perfume fan his nose as he swirled and flicked his tongue over the pebbled areola.

His eyes practically rolled back in his head as he could hear and sense every beautiful little gasp and sigh of pleasure he was bringing out of you the more his warm mouth massaged over your perky bud. He moved to the right to give it attention as well, his heavy cock straining and leaving a faint wet spot in his boxers where the precum began to steadily seep through.

He was relying on memory, all those pornos he watched of girls getting their tits and nipples sucked and played with. With every shuddering breath of his name that quivered on your lips, his dick swelled and throbbed with pride. And it seems his observations paid off as every languid, smooth drag of his tongue on your breasts made you whine louder and louder.

"Kento, so good, fuck so good..."

"I'm doing good, baby?" He groaned softly before taking your tits in his slobbering mouth again, practically intoxicated on the way the silky fat squished on his tongue.

"You are, Kento...don't stop..." You panted, rolling your hips some more in his lap right over his huge boner, the slow churn against his cock was the only thing that could soothe this warming feeling between your thighs.

It became very apparent that he was well endowed, as he fiddled with his zipper and undid it just a bit, the thin cotton of his boxers giving you just enough of a preview to make out the ample girthness of his length that throbbed and pulsed against your dripping cunt in your panties.

It was addictive to you both, as Kento pulled back slightly to focus on the steady rhythm you had set in his lap, hands now resting on your hips, guiding and meeting every careful circle you were drawing with an eager buck of his hips. You slapped a hand against the wall as you focused on riding him, now fully dry humping one another in this closet.

You were only one step away from sex. If he freed his straining cock and moved your panties to the side, it would only be milliseconds before he'd be balls deep, cumming so deeply inside between your soaking folds.

But, somehow balancing here, right on the edge with the concealed yet semi-public nature of this encounter knowing there were dozens of others on the other side of the door, unaware you were about to make each another cum in each other's pants made it all the more sexy, all the more fun.

"This is doing something to me..." Kento groaned in your ear. "I'm not gonna, fuck, I'm not gonna last, babe..."

"You can cum, baby..." You whispered, gently licking a stripe up his neck which he answered with a more bruising grip on your ass. "Just want you to feel so good..."

"Fuck, fuck..." He breathed, thrusting against you with more enthusiasm. "You're, fuck...so fucking hot..."

"So are you..." You bite your lip, letting him hear every breathy pant in his ear, all the cute sounds, just for him. "Fuck, you have no idea, Kento..."

"Baby...Oh, God, you...I'm so close to cumming, fuck, I'm gonna lose it, I'm gonna-"

And then a sound halfway between a groan and a whimper ripped from his throat, he frantically leaned in, using your soft mouth to absorb his cry, his lips smashed against yours as he couldn't help but hump against you a few more times, chasing that fleeting feeling, so warm and cozy as his cum dribbled incessantly from his cock, the soreness in your clit still ever present as you felt the wetness only gently oozing against the fabric barrier, longing for it to be deep inside you instead.

"Fuck I'm... I'm so so sorry..." Kento muttered, realizing he fucked up, his now soiled pants with a damning wet spot in front and boxers full of jizz. "I'm so sorry, I-..."

You cut off his apology with another kiss. He sighed in tender relief, his hand smoothing over the surface of your hair as he kissed you back. This kiss felt more honest than the others, with the blinders of lust lowered, this nonverbal assurance that you liked him, and he liked you every bit as much as he did before, during, and after you started.

"It's okay, Kento." You squish your nose against his, infinite time being born between you as you got lost in his eyes.

His thumb traced a soft heart shape into the small patch of skin exposed between your leggings and your sweater. "I didn't make you cum, and I feel bad."

"Hm..." You hummed, a playful edge in your tone. "Well, all the more reason for us to call it and go home early, right?"

Kento warmed up immediately, not missing the implication in your tone, a fuzzy and affectionate sensation up his spine at your use of "us" and "home."

"I live just down the block." He offered shyly. "If you wanna come over."

You kiss him again before you answer his question. "I'd love to, Kento."

And so, everyone at the party was bewildered when the door suddenly burst open (based on the sounds coming from behind it, they let you guys have longer than 7 minutes), and you stayed in front of Kento, shielding his soiled pants, grabbing your coats, your purse, and zipping out the door without another word.

Needless to say, the passion that night didn't stop at the party and burned well into the early hours of Christmas morning in Kento's twin sized bed.

A new notification graced your friends' Facebook feeds just weeks later to their utter surprise with your name next to his:

in a relationship.