⊹ synopsis. . as your beloved husband, it is his duty to indulge you in your fantasies. even in the unspoken ones.
⊹ tags. . (18+), husband nanami x reader with female anatomy (no pronouns used), petnames (honey), suggestive, dirty talk, finger sucking, reader has a hands kink. divider creds: cafekitsune.
Discreetly you glance back, your eyebrows raise unconsciously and your heart does that unusual throbbing that you hadn't experienced in a long time in Kento's presence, at least since you got married. You didn't want to admit that married life had tempered a bit the passion of the early years, when your hands couldn't be still standing next to each other, when you struggled to control your restless gaze and burning cheeks because you had to share the same team for a mission with your boyfriend. On the other hand, Kento was always more reserved, more serious. When asked if you were dating, he would simply say it was no one's business, although his cheekbones would change color every time someone mentioned your name.
After you left school behind, graduated as sorcerers and began accepting special grade missions, Kento and you talked about your relationship and how you saw yourselves together for much longer, starting a family, growing plants together and perhaps enjoying a quieter hobby that didn't involve exorcising curses. The two of you considered joining a book club or visiting the countryside on weekends.
Then one day he dropped one of his knees to the ground and handed you the beautiful ring that now decorates your finger, physically sealing a union to which you were both long committed: it has been exactly four years and three months since the wedding that only close people and family members attended. Since then you have kept a low profile, you had accepted married life and the everyday life it brought with it, although that didn't mean you had stopped loving Kento like the first day —on the contrary—, it meant seeing him every day and extinguishing a little of that adolescent spark that once burned you from inside every time you spent more than three days away from each other.
However, since a couple of weeks that spark had come back to life hungrier than ever and it's not until now that you find out why.
The sound of the paper sliding under your husband's fingers is soothing to you. Kento does this almost every night: reading a book, sometimes even reading aloud to you until you fall asleep. His glasses rest on the tip of his nose, his bare chest rises and falls like the waves of the sea, and he's wearing gray pajama pants. You've watched this scene so many nights that you've learned to recognize the meaning when his brow furrows or when he pouts as he immerses himself in rich reading. At this moment, as he sometimes does, he gently caresses your calf, sending shivers along your limb, generating fluttering heartbeats in your chest and between your legs.
Kento turns another page and calls out to you, "Honey," without looking away from the book. The timbre of his voice draws you to him. "Are you okay?" he asks again, now watching you with wrinkles in his forehead that denote concern.
"I'm fine," you assure him without maintaining eye contact. "Can't I enjoy the sight of my handsome husband while he reads?" The word "husband" draws a smile on his face, causing the corners of his mouth to turn up. You only need to utter that one word to have him completely captivated.
"I'm almost done," he announces as he dives back into reading.
You gulp. It's his hands, you suddenly recognize. The realization hits you in the forehead. There's something in the way his thumb runs across the page, something in how his open hand holds the back of the book, in his thumb tapping the cover and then bringing it to his mouth to play with his lip. It all gets your bloodstream pumping adrenaline.
The thought makes you run away from the scene like a teenager in love. At first you were in total denial, hands? How could you tell him that his hands turned you on, wouldn't that be weird? However as the days go by you find it harder to control it and make it go unnoticed, you find yourself looking at them when Kento takes your hand to go outside, when he holds the steering wheel of the car, you find yourself squeezing your legs when his fingers tighten around the watering can to water the plants and the worst of all, when he cooks.
Now, as he finishes decorating the cake, he was wearing those black jeans that were your favorite, along with a brown shirt that had the first two buttons open, leaving part of his collar exposed. The sleeves of the shirt were rolled up to his elbows. You couldn't help but stare at him in fascination, feeling the saliva pool in your mouth.
"You know you can tell me anything, right?" The question sneaks in among your swarm of thoughts, and you stop yourself from watching him work to stare into his eyes that don't look at you.
"I know," you reply simply, which elicits a purr of approval from him.
"Want to try?" He abruptly changes the subject, but still, encouraged, you nod your head. With his index finger and thumb, Kento pinches a small piece of cake and brings it up to your mouth. You stretch your neck to catch his fingers, and the taste of vanilla and cream glides over your tongue. Even after swallowing Kento doesn't withdraw his fingers, and you don't move either.
The playful thumb, still with traces of cream, reaches just beyond your lips to meet your tongue. Your eyes widen as red alarms go off in your mind and your thighs press against each other.
"My hands, hm?" it catches you in mid-act, unable to move, your body turning to stone in the middle of the kitchen. "What's so special about them?"
"I-I…"
"Don't talk with your mouth full," Kento purrs as he pushes a little further, the pad of his thumb massaging your tongue in small circles spreading the sweet taste on it. "Suck it, I know this is what's been filling your mind." And you do, closing your eyes at his command, wrapping your fingers around his wrist as Kento begins to fuck your mouth. "I can't believe you didn't comment to me about this little kink of yours, it offends me even." You groan, unable to look him in the eye, succumbed to the feeling of fighting for your dignity or surrendering to pleasure. "Maybe you need me massaging your thighs, maybe you want them around your neck… playing with your tits or maybe I need to make you watch my thick fingers go in and out of you, my thick veins standing out in my hands as I pump my fingers inside that wet pussy." You whimper, Kento laughs. "I guess I'll have to cancel my dinner tonight, I need to get each and every thought you've had with my hands out of that pretty head of yours while you comment on what it is you like so much about them."
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No because now I'm thinking of husband / bf nanami who is very careful with you at first, always reminding you to take the pill, always using protection, until one day he sees you interacting sweetly with children and realizes how much he wants to be a daddy, and how pretty you would look having his baby in your belly; which would lead to him trying to explain to you that he finds the idea of having a child with you appealing and how much fun breeding you would be, trying to get you pregnant, pouring load after load inside you.
What are your realistic and maybe negative headcanons about dating Saturo or Kento?
Satoru is very attached to you, very much in need of constant attention. He needs to know where you are, who you will go with and what time you will be back; depending on what kind of person you are this may or may not be a problem for you.
Very direct, he will always confront you if something bothers him, if he has doubts about something you did or why you did it.
Hard to notice patterns of change. He is unlikely, even with his 6 eyes to notice that something is bothering you/makes you feel bad unless you tell him directly (at least the first few months, I think after living with you for a while it gets easier for him to read you).
He's not the jealous type, he's so sure of you and the relationship you have, he's sure of himself and the type of boyfriend he is with you that he's intimidated by people who might look at you on the street.
I think it can be hard for him to show you his vulnerability. even though he likes to be spoiled by you when you ask him if something makes him feel sad or hurts him, he would rather pretend that everything is okay than admit that he is human deep down inside.
mommy issues.
Nanami is the ideal type of boyfriend/husband for many people, he can cook, bake, is domestic and likes to be at home. He has plants in his apartment that he takes care of like his children, reads to you in the evenings and loves to always be the big spoon and hug you.
It's hard for nanami to show himself vulnerable, I think that's his worst flaw, along with that, he never says when something is wrong, with him, with you guys in general. It is always you who should approach him and tell him that he should not always pretend to be strong with you.
workaholic and is always thinking about work which leads him to postpone many vacations or trips. He doesn't know how to say no, which leads him to always put other people's feelings above him, even if he gets hurt.
stubborn. when he says something is so, or that he should do something he thinks is the right thing to do, he's going to do it even if it costs him to make you mad.
You know what I've been thinking about today? How warm and comforting Kento's chest would be to cry on. Whether you want to cry because of your work, family or your pet or your friends, or just because your hormones are over the roof - he'd have your cheek against his heart, his hand caressing your hair.
he listens to you silently as you sob into his chest, sometimes he calls and coos like a hummingbird when you babble, your words cut off by your constipated throat. other times, he manages to understand what you say by paying all the attention in the world and if he had to admit it, maybe that was his super power. nanami listens to you patiently, stroking your back, the back of your neck without interrupting you.
when you finish, he gently lifts you off his chest with both hands firmly on your cheeks. he smiles at you, as if your mascara (if you're wearing any) hasn't run, as if you're not disheveled, as if your eyes aren't two red balls surrounded by the darkness of your dark circles.
nanami doesn't say anything and you wish he would.
"what happened after that?" he asks so softly as if speaking to someone much smaller than him and you have the urge to hide back into his chest and cry, but his strength stops you. his thumbs rough from the passing years carve the mark of the tears that has run down your face and leave a fleeting kiss on your mouth. "do you want to keep telling me while I order your favorite dessert or do you want to cuddle a little longer? we can make tea if you prefer."
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how do you think nanami acts when meeting his gf’s family for the first time? is he extra stoic? does he loosen up? would he make small talk?
I think Nanami is a little nervous deep down lol. We always see him acting like he has everything under control, calm and collected, because that's just the way he is. But when it comes time to meet your family, although he hides it well, you notice it right away. His hands sweat a little more than usual, as does the back of his neck, and he blames the small space and poor ventilation but he really wants to make a good impression because he knows how important it is to you and the future of your relationship. His words are clipped and his voice sounds a little thinner from time to time. He is relieved when you call him to another part of the house to show him your childhood room. Nanami is eager to run away from the embarrassing scene and, at the same time, see the memories accumulated in that room of little you.
Nanami leaves a solid first impression. I feel that he is the kind of person who disguises his nerves perfectly, as he rarely has them. The small talk flows (and he really tries hard to keep it going) and I think your parents would adore him. He's a good man, after all, and it's clear that he cares about you and looks out for you. He shows it by filling your cup when he sees it empty, pulling out the chair for you to sit in, keeping a hand on your lower back, and opening the car door for you.
I'm not into feet kink, but ever since I saw you mentioned that Nanami is into feet and you'll die on that hill...
I've been imagining him more and more being into it as time goes on. It starts with him admiring your shoes, the smell of it growing addictive to him. Then he offers to lotion your feet, do your pedicure, and paint your nails. It's the way his lips brush against your ankle while his fingers rake across your leg as he keeps making slow love to you; each, slow stroke of his stretching and hitting you at all the right spot. Before he knows it, your toes are worshipped by his tongue in his mouth.
listen, no because this was me. and in fact, I feel like I still don't have a feet kink but, but, nanami makes it make so much sense, he's the guy who would worship your feet so devotedly and I can't even explain why, but yeah.
Nanami has this way of making everything make sense, even things you never considered before. You wouldn't say you have a feet kink, but he… he makes everything click in a way you can't even explain. It's like the devotion with which he'd worship your feet is such a natural thing for him.
It's perverse how his pants get tighter every time he sees you wearing those adorable socks or when your feet are wrapped in the soft fabric of some stockings. And that time… that time you touched his hard cock with your feet while you were on the other side of the couch in an innocent, teasing way, you saw him almost cum instantly, surprised by the intensity of the pleasure.
It all starts with small gestures: giving you a delicate silver bracelet to adorn your foot, religiously paying for every appointment with your pedicurist. Every little detail inevitably leads him to the moment when his lips finally land on your heel, then on the soft sole of your foot, then around your toes. His teeth bite down gently, his tongue circles them hungrily. It takes you by surprise, but you don't dislike it, and from the way Nanami sounds, it's clear he's never cum so hard before.
bestie I need you to elaborate on WHY nanami like shibbari … I see him as very traditional in bed.
i thought it was a common hc that nanami likes to tie you up because i have read it in so many posts lskdk but. in my opinion, i feel nanami is the type of person who likes to use toys in bed + overstim you, this man is so tired often that all he wants is to sit in between your legs with a vibrator on your clit counting how many times he can ruin your orgasm before you beg him to let you cum.
then you'll say, "v but, we're talking about shibari", that's exactly why nanami enjoys tying you up, in my opinion. every time he plays with you you usually move around a lot, maybe try to push him away with your hands, run away from him when all he wants is to give you pleasure. so i think this would be a good option for him; seeing the mark of the ropes on your skin, watching you squirm under the pleasure he offers you without you running away from him, cooing against your skin while he reminds you how good you are.
I don't think he would do it as a punishment as perhaps cult leader geto would do but more as a form of pleasure for both of you (mainly for him).
