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Kento Nanami thought he’d never see you again. That was the plan after all; to leave the world of Curses and everything related behind. It was a heavy nightmare, and when the Jujutsu world proved to be shit—it only added to Kento’s mistrust and cynicism. Too many lives it took without enough replenishment. Too greedy and unfair. Too dangerous and pointless. Too unbalanced and desperate. Kento stopped believing in all the reasons that told him to stay.
But, as fate would have it—his path entwined with yours once again.
On a dreadful rainy Monday. It was his lunch break and he was starving. As a matter of fact, it was the one hour of his life as a salaryman that he refused to let feel like another shitty chore. He loved food. Fuck all who tried to take away this simple joy. So as per usual, at his local cafe he always had lunch by the window. Furthest seat from the door, and always in clear view of the passerby’s. It was a wonderful simple routine. Nothing usually changed (except the specials on the menu). Nothing usually went wrong. Nothing usually bothered him.
But then you appeared. There just outside his window, getting drenched in the rain, was you. Hands cupping your eyes and pressing into the glass; eyes zeroing in on vast selections of bread and sweet treats. You completely missed the familiar blonde man. Though he saw you clearly.
In an instant nothing was simple, everything changed, everything went wrong, and he was bothered.
Kento’s hot coffee missed his lips and spilled all over himself and his food was no longer appetizing. He burned himself, and the most irritating thing of all was his heart; it began beating to an old forgotten tune.
You’d both grown of course, he a bit more tired, and you more radiant; in his opinion. Because even though you are part of that world; you were never the nightmare, you were always the dream.
Nanami then began to feel a myriad of things. He was excited. He was nervous. He was confounded. He was annoyed. He was out of breath. He tried—he so desperately tried—to stay put. Since you didn’t notice him, perhaps you would soon leave. He shouldn’t get involved. He said he never would again be part of that world. His body didn’t listen, though. Like on auto-pilot, his legs moved on their own accord and in a blink of an eye—were leading him out the door with an umbrella in hand to shield you from the rain.
With his deep rich voice so low, he uttered your name.
A familiar shiver ran down your spine. Slowly you removed yourself from the window. You once knew that voice. You once knew that presence. You once knew that warmth.
And so you turned. Your gem colored eyes met his rich chocolate brown.
Kento Nanami. Your once fellow sorcerer. Your once very good friend. You’re once-upon-a-fancy. You too lost your breath and your heart began beating to an old forgotten tune (you never did get the chance to tell him).
Everything changed after this dreadful Monday for you both.
Kento Nanami wasn’t supposed to come back, but this time he found he didn’t mind.
And you?
Well, you finally got to tell him of your once-upon-a-fancy.
So now here he was, at two in the morning, present-day, waiting in the living room loveseat that faced directly across the entrance to your shared home. A fine scotch in one hand and a book in the other to pass the time until you arrived. But, of course that did no good—he’d been reading the last sentence on page seventy-four for the last half an hour (not to mention he’d also been checking his watch every five minutes too).
No, he wasn’t supposed to come back. And yeah, if he ever did—he also promised he wouldn’t start a relationship, date, and keep strict boundaries…but nothing ever goes as planned…
To the great misfortune of Kento Nanami—he quickly found out that you can pick your friends, but you can’t pick the one you fall in love with. It just happens. The heart never listens.
You were always the dream and never the nightmare.
Yes, Kento found love where it wasn’t supposed to be, but he was surprisingly okay with that. He found that the life of sorcery was more bearable with you in it. It didn’t cloud his mind like he thought it would. It made him fight harder for it.
But, Gods and Goddesses—did you like to push his buttons. You should have been home four hours ago, at least according to the text you had sent him.
“Heading home.”
Simple and to the point. It just worked out that way. You both preferred words in person rather than a long text or a lengthy phone call.
Nanami lets out a small laugh before he gulped down the last remnants of scotch as he stands and tosses his book behind him. He began stretching his long limbs with a few cracks here and there. You were so doing this on purpose. Making him wait with worry. Making him lose sleep. Making him grey and old before his proper time.
Then the clicking of a door keypad breaks his train of thought, but the door doesn’t open. His ears prick at the sound of your voice muffled behind the door. Again the click of the keypad sound out, and again it beeps in error.
“You little devil…” Nanami says under his breath.
His legs walk him to the door in less than a second and opens it to see you leaning heavily on poor mistreated Ijichi. With his arms crossed and blocking the doorway Nanami gives you his signature your-in-trouble look.
You have no words. You have no excuses. You’re out of ideas. You were supposed to sneak in and slip into your fluffy bed unnoticed but that was clearly out of the window. The only thing you could think of now was turning to Ijichi for help. But, then he handed you over to your beloved all too quickly and was down the hall—faster than could say traitorous bitch.
All you could do was stare at his dust cloud and empty space.
Kento scoops you up with ease as you avoided eye contact. You cling to him as he carries you over to the living room couch.
"So,” you begin nervously, “a minor hiccup..."
Kento bends down to kneel beside you. He takes a moment to really look at you. Your clothes were torn, light burnt patches of skin in a few places, hair in disarray, and a fabric brace on your wonky knee.
“This doesn’t look like a hiccup."
"Well it was..."
His jaw tensed and he leaned back on his legs. Hands clenched the fabric of his trousers. He lets out a strained breath.
“Don’t worry Nana—“ before you can finish, Nanami cuts you off.
“One of us has to.”
Now it’s your turn to let out a breath of irritation. You sit yourself up and your legs cage him. Hands reach out to cradle his face.
"Im fin---" you begin, but with the look he gives you again, you change your tune. "Okay. I'm not fine. I found myself in a tight spot tonight."
Kento simply gives out a disapproving hum, “Hnnn.”
"Kento. Please don’t. This is what we do..."
He tries to pull away. But your legs wrap around him. There is a mild irritation in your wonky knee but you refuse to budge.
“Kento.” All playfulness is gone.
The room stills. Nanami remains silent.
Your heart skips a beat and now there is a lump in your throat. Your hands drop from cradling his face to his shoulders.
"You-u,” you start but your voice breaks and there is a shakiness to your breath, “you can still walk away…I-I respected it before. I still respect it now…”
The thought of him leaving was always there in the back of your mind. You didn’t fear it, instead the consuming feeling was sadness. You loved him dearly after all.
Kento still remains quiet; brows furrowed in thought.
“I see…” you say.
He was leaving. It didn’t settle well in your tummy. Your heart felt heavy and your eyes filled with tears. So you loosened the grip of your legs from around him, and began moving away. Nanami caught them. His large hands gripped your thighs and kept your legs wrapped around himself.
"Any and every life time, I'll always choose you. You’ve bewitched me—it’s unnatural what you’ve done to me.” Kento wipes away at your cheeks. Tears were unknowingly falling.
A soft smile graces his lips. It was rare. It made him look younger. Nanami leans in and catches your lips. It was comforting.
“I’m not going anywhere Elskede*.” He still has that wonderful smile.
You bring him in for a bone-crushing hug, but the tears still keep falling, “I meant what I said Kento.”
“I did too.”
The heavy feeling dissolves with his affirmation. You pull back and begin peppering his face with kisses. Hands wander and begin small ministrations in all his right places.
“Hun?" You utter in between kisses.
His heart skips a beat. Your voice was so tantalizing. Nanami lets out a shakey hum. He getting drunk on you.
"I took your suggestion." You sweetly whisper in his ear.
You feel him shiver and his slack eases on you to look at you in question. Your hands fist at his collar and push yourself up to stand. Nanami gets the gist and he manuvers you both so he’s sitting and you're straddling.
"I went with the green lace you suggested this morning."
In a swift motion you take off your shirt and throw it across the room, exposing your ample bosom. Surprisingly your pretty green lace brassiere was still safe and intact. Nanami became dazed. Instinctively his large hands find the soft fat of your wide hips and grips you firmly.
“The green looks lovely,” his Adam's apple bobs in intake, “I bet you’ll look even lovelier with it off.”
One of Nanami’s hands snakes up your back to firmly grip the back of your neck to bring your face forward for a deep kiss. His tongue reaches out first to entangle with yours. You can taste his expensive scotch and it’s divine.
“Although, now that I think about it,” he says in between kisses, “I’m going to have to discipline you…”
That last sentence hypnotized you. His voice dropped an octave—that deep sensual voice he always uses when he’s burning up in need of you.
“Is Nanamin gonna spank me?” You say as you undo the button of your trousers.
His eyes narrow at you, and you smile back. In the blink of an eye—he has you bent over his knee and pulls at your trousers to expose your plump tush—catching you in surprise. Without warning you felt the firm sting of his hand spanking your ass. Your lower belly burned and your vagina clenched with excitement.
“Ooh-hh!” You quipped.
Slap.
Again his hand met your bum. Your skin turning pink like a peach.
“You made me wait.” Kento’s baritone resonated.
Fuuuuckkkk. That was making you so wet.
Slap.
“You had me worried.”
You moaned in pleasure.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
“You. Got. Hurt.” He smacked your ass at every period.
The pink got a little redder. The sting is now more prominent.
“And now I’m gonna fuck you…”
After that last sentence you felt his teeth sink into one of your very peachy red cheeks.
“Kentooo,” you moan,”ta-ake m-e…bed—“
At your request, he picks you up and puts you over his shoulder making way towards your shared bedroom.
Slap.
“For whining.” He said as he walked to your shared bedroom.
You bit your lip in lust. It felt oh-so-good. Your cunt was probably soaking wet by now. Your ass was raw. You needed relief. You wanted him NOW—even if all you got was a small taste. As soon as Nanami laid you on your bed your hand went immediately to your aching cunt, you wanted friction. You were burning mad with need.
Tsk. Tsk. Tsk.
His large hand gripped yours and you let out another whine. Nanami grunted in disapproval. He made quick work to completely undress you. Of course you let him. His hands touching you and caressing your salty sweet skin.
And then, he gave you the look.
In an instant you knew what he was up to. Kento took his yellow spotted tie from around his neck and undid the knot.
“Kentooooo,” you dragged out, “I swear I—“
He snatches your arms above your head and expertly tied them to the bed post. You pulled at your restraint and was unsuccessful. You could not pull away.
“I told you I would punish you for making me worry.”
Nanami said with all the seriousness he could muster as he was slowly undressing before your eyes. You gulped—your mouth was salivating at the sight of your beloved.
“You also said, you’d fuck me darling.”
Nanami smirked, his hand wandered down his own abdomen until finally stopping at his semi erect cock. He took it in his hand and began stroking himself whilst his other hand made use to massage his balls. He began moaning. Your hand instinctively pulled at the slipknot again. Your hips raised in want. Your vaginal muscles were clenching in need.
“Kento fucking Nanami if you don’t touch me now I’m gonna scream!”
His hot mouth came down on you. You were dripping and he was lapping you up in hunger and your legs raised above his shoulders. Tongue expertly flicking your clit to and fro. Your eyes closed in pleasure and groaned when you felt his two fingers enter you. They began pumping.
“Oh…” your voice was husky,”yes! Oh—Yes! There! Faster Nanamin!”
His fingers then began lifting upwards within your cunt.
“Squirt for me Elskede.”
They were magic and you did as you were told. You ejaculated right onto his face and he drank you up as you came to your high.
“You taste so divine…” Nanami said in his own haze.
In the midst of your fog you had no idea when he untied you from the bedpost and flipped you over. Ass (still pink and raw) up in the air and once again tied—this time with your hands tied behind your back. Your body spasmed out of the senseless fog when you felt his hand curve underneath your belly to reach at your soaking pussy to slap it a few times.
“Do you want me to fill you with my cock this time?”
You couldn’t string words together—only trust yourself to nod.
But since there was no response he slapped your swollen cunt again.
“Yes. Nanamin…” your body jumped in pleasure,”I want your fucking cock!”
“You want me to do what?”
“Fuck me.”
You giggled when you felt him tease his cock from between your asshole down the curve to your puffy lips and then back to press his tip to your anus.
“I want you to fill me up Nanamin.”
He penetrated. Sliding in easily into your tight hole with the use of your own natural lube. He let out a strong earthy moan. Then he began to move.
Slap. Thrust. Slap. Thrust. Slap.
The sweet sound of skin hitting skin.
Kento took hold of your arms to pivot you back to him every time. He was breathing hard—you could hear it in his voice as he moaned out your name.
“El-ske-de…” Nanami’s hoarse voice sounded out.
Kento bent forward—his shape arching into yours. His cock slipped from your ass into your pussy.
“Cum with me.” It was a delicious final command.
You felt him move within you again and so you began clenching your inner vaginal walls every time he slipped out to give him more stimuli. His hand had slipped between your puffy lips to push toward your climax. Your clitoral nerves overstimulated.
“Ah—oh—ah—oh!” You were loud.
“Fuck, yes—mh—mh—“ he growled out.
A hot creamy sensation exploded into you at the same time you squirted your own hot juices.
“Mmmmm…” Kento’s earthy baritone resonated within the room.
Your arms went free and your body relaxed. There was a soft plop to your side. You both were stupid from your high orgasm as you turned to face your wonderful partner.
Kento looked into your eyes and smiled. His shaky hand tucked your sweat clinging hair behind your ear. His lips came forward to connect with yours. It was a lazy sweet kiss.
“Maybe I should be late more often.” You droned out.
His honey eyes playfully glared.
“If what you wanted was for me to fuck you senseless, then perhaps you should come home early,” he smirked and leaned closer into your ear, “the earlier you are, the more playtime you’ll receive.”
His arms scooped up and pulled you on top of him. Always after sex—he loved to feel the weight of you. It was so soothing to him. And before his cock went completely lax, you felt him slip inside you.
“Be a good flower and keep me warm.”
You both settled into each other and relished in your aftersex. Your ear to his heartbeat and your weight on his chest—the two of you settled into much needed sleep.
You are always his dream and never the nightmare.