thinking of jealous nanami ..

mutual masturbation with nanami—pressing up into his hand so your clit catches on the slick skin of his wrist while you slide your hand up the heavy curve of his cock. you lean forward with a whine to press your face into the crook of his neck as he curls his fingers.

he hums and readjusts you on his lap. he gently tugs your hand away from him despite your sound of protest.

"let me focus on you," he murmurs. "the rest can come later."

"you mean you can cum later. what if i want you to cum now?"

he gives a little thrust of his fingers; you choke on a cry. he presses a kiss to the damp skin of your temple.

"well," he says, "then we'll have to work on your patience."

all angles~

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Nanami’s matching promise rings he gets the both of you two weeks into your relationship……

He’s playing it cool but he already has plans for what neighborhood your new (shared) apartment will be in and how soon he can propose for real and how soon he can convince you to retire and become his stay at home spouse

he decided that capitalism had gone far enough

I just missed drawing them

my husband

what a week huh

Nanami’s definitely the type to get mad at you for not eating

🫡 yes, Nanami.

I need to touch grass, I know. Reference pose : 0123studio.

Tails, I miss my husband

happy easter 🐇

I enjoyed doing this too much 🥹

Art exchange with a great friend of mine. She asked for Nanami and I delivered. 💥

@soumies @kentoangel

"what's a five letter word for cutting?"

across the breakfast table, nanami hums, glancing at you over the rim of his coffee cup. there's still steam spiraling up from it; it fogs over his wire-rimmed glasses, a marine layer. "i thought you said you didn't need my help."

"kento," you whine. "i just can't remember the english word for it."

"you were very adamant about it."

you huff. you nudge at him with a foot, pressing against the thick muscle of his thigh. "please?"

he catches you by the ankle; your yelp is tinged with laughter. he rubs his thumb in a little circle over your ankle bone, his calluses rough against the delicate skin.

"do i get a reward?"

"maybe."

he eyes you for a moment. the sunlight is slanting golden through the windows; it burnishes his deep brown eyes to topaz. you tilt your head, fluttering your lashes at him. the smile blooms on his lips, a crescent moon curve.

"it's snide," he says.

you pencil it in. "you're right," you say, a few of the other words coming together immediately. "thank you, darling."

he hums. wraps his big hand around your ankle, the heat of him sinking into your skin.

"you're welcome," he says. you laugh as he tugs enough to drag your chair a little closer. "now, about that reward."

you laugh again, but when he leans forward, you meet him with a kiss. "is that to your liking?" you ask.

"it's suitable."

"just suitable?"

he lets go of your foot when you pull back; you sweep over to his seat and settle down on his lap. his hands bracket your hips immediately. they're warm even through the thick material of your pajamas.

"it was one kiss," he says.

"it was one word."

"with five letters."

"oh," you say, leaning in close, until you can see the freckles sprinkled across the bridge of his nose, like little specks of cinnamon. "i suppose i owe you four more, then."

after hours ✨

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