astronomy

pairing: nanami kento x f! reader

genre: angst

wc: 1,5k

an: this is the first chapter of the story i will be releasing soon! tell me if you want more :)

marriage.

many people fantasize about being married.

to many, the idea of marriage is pure bliss. the thought of being together amidst the misunderstandings, pain, and marriage blues, the happiness, the shared home, the matching rings, the memories, creating a family, and the promises of forever regardless every arrow that shoots the heart of the relationship.

and as many wedding vows go, 'to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, until parted by death. this is my solemn vow.' they entail one of many things, but mainly, to be together and cherish one another regardless of what happens.

but to some, that wasn't the case, and you wish you found out sooner, you wish you found out that you were part of the some, and not that many.

marriage is the biggest scam that you fell for in your whole life. the vows, the wedding, the rings, every single bit and piece of it is a horrid scam that you find yourself to be the victim of.

the marriage that lays upon your shoulders isn't bliss and happiness, it isn't nothing but a waste of money, yet a waste of life as well.

the marriage that many gush of, the marriage that you once gushed about, has failed you. you aspired to be one of those people who walked down the aisle whilst their partner was crying as they stood by the altar, watching the love of their life walking down the carpeted floor. you once imagined yourself as one of those people who would feel delighted once the ring engulfed your ring finger, you once wished of kissing the one person you love before the eyes of many who bear witness to your love story tying the knot.

but now, the marriage you gushed about is the same marriage you are itching to end.

tw: mind break (?) and exhibition. do tell if i missed any!

the hills

as a working man who loves to indulge himself and dip out of reality when he‘s working, nanami kento hates being disturbed, whether it may be through a simple clack of a click pen, or a sound of someone slurping their coffee, he absolutely hates it.

and most especially, he hates being disturbed when he‘s spending quality time with you.

"k- ken!" you‘re yelling his name, desperately holding onto the head board with your fingers slipping with every second due to the sweat glistening your skin. meanwhile, nanami from behind you grunts quietly, feeling his own sweat drip down his skin as he feels you tighten around him like a vice grip.

one more love song

who knew parenting would be this hard? certainly not nanami kento did.

before having a kid of his own, he had always thought parenting was not that hard. it was always his mindset that the child grows to be how it is with the way the parent teaches it, or how the parent is because kids like to follow and mimic its parents.

but since having one of his own, he has been proven wrong, countless times.

inumaki cant speak without cursing someone, so when you joined jujutsu tech and told them you know how to sign his heart swelled. then he came up to you and signed 'i can't really talk, but i want to be friends, do you mind?'

just friends

“satoru.” you call out the platinum blond man who is standing in front of the shallow lake; his back is facing you when he turns his face, lowering his eye mask to look at whoever is looking at him.

“oh, (y/n)!” he says your name with enthusiasm— which you hope isn’t fake, nearing you with his hands in his pockets. you send him a tight lipped smile, hoping that he would notice the emotion written all over your face. “is there anything you need?” he asks, standing in front of you with his hands on his waist.

you swallow a thick ball of your own saliva, licking your lips as you purposely avoid his face, not wanting to see the emotion that might be portrayed on it. “i want to talk, about something.. if you’re not busy.” you say, messily gathering your confidence together.

home sweet home

minors dni.

"hey love." nanami's deep voice suddenly speaks from behind you causing you to shudder a tad bit before realizing it actually is him.

"don't scare me like that ken." you chuckle moving your head back to press a kiss on his cheek. he mindlessly dismisses your words with his own deep chuckle, leaning in to you.

"how was work today?" you ask, turning off the stove and grabbing the lid to cover to cooked dish. he just hums at your questions softly turning you around by your waist, softly massaging the plush skin.

"nothing beyond the ordinary." he replies, moving his hands up and down your waist. you hum a reply, wrapping your arms around his neck while you slowly inch closer until the tip of his nose meets yours.

"what about your day love? how was it?" he asks, lips dangerously near your own. his hot breath fanning your plump lips.

"i went out to the grocery store today, and met one of my colleagues." you tell him, keeping your gaze on his green eyes. he huffs a response, pulling you closer by your waist.

"what else did you do today?" he asks, raising his knee to meet your crotch. you whimper at the contact, holding on his neck for support.

"nothing— much." you say in between breaths, as he starts to rock his knee back and forth.

"i see." he says, lowering his knee and tipping your chin using his forefinger. you follow the movement of his hand look up to him, his green eyes intensely staring at you.

"shall we eat dinner?"

caught

itadori and nobara stands in the middle of the closet with wide eyes as they watch the scene unfold in front of them. not in a million years if their lives have they even though of this happening.

not when the usually stoic and calm fushigiro megumi is acting like a baby.

they were about to jump out of your closet to surprise you to get back at you for pranking them, but they did not expect this to happen.

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— recently written [06.02.2023]

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you‘re beautiful

"satoru!" you whine as you laugh with happy tears brimming your eyes. he laughs stupidly at your messy eye look that he made.

"i did you so good and you make me look like a curse! unfair!" you whine as your grab your other eye line from your make up bag.

it's currently at the middle of the night and you and gojou are still goofing around like children. you two had a bet that if who lost the game would do the others make up.

while you two are very competitive, you did not wish to lose against your husband who does not know anything about make up. but him being the whiney baby he is, leads you two to this situation.

"you said loser has to remain still! why do i have make-up on me?" you cry but also laugh as you grab your make up wipes from your vanity. he just remains laughing as he watches you try to remove the make up.

"nuh-uh princess, that's staying on." he says as he removes the wipe from you and grabs your wrist towards him.

"no, its not, just look at my eye liner! this isn't even straight!" you say as you point at the eye liner. he turns your body to the mirror and you look at his compared to yours.

"just look at that. your lashes i made them curly and longe, your eye liner straight, your hair so cute tied up. and look at what you did to me you damn sorcerer! where's the justice in that." you say as you point out the difference. he isn't even listening, he's just scrolling on his phone.

"are you even listening?" you say as you look at his phone and whatever he's doing.

"look at this. i should post this, shouldn't i?" he asks as he shows you a photo he took of the both of you while you were having your fit.

your face a total wreck with the eye liner not in place and the crusty mascara on your lashes, you just look, horrid.

"don't you fucking dare." you threat as you try to reach our for his phone. but you're too late he has his hand raised over his head, his phone up high.

"what do you think of the students when they see their teacher messed up like that?" he cheekily teases as he bends down. his hot breath fanning over your lips.

"fuck you." you whisper before encasing his lips against yours. you catch him off guard as soon as you press your lips against his but this only lasts for a split second. he already knows what you're trying to do.

in a sly manner his slides his phone through the armhole of his long sleeve, sliding it across his body until it falls on the waist band of his pants.

"what are you trying to do princess?" he says, slightly out of breath. you press the tip of your nose against his as you try to search for his phone on his phone.

"where'd your phone go?"

"oh, so thats what you wanna do, huh?" he chuckles as he grabs you by the waist and tosses you to the soft matress of the bed. you plop down with a yelp as you prop yourself, but gojo gets ahead of you and places his hands over your wrist.

"unfair princess you have to finish what you started." he says as he spreads his legs, straddling you. you let out a small whine as you look at him kn the eye with a small pout present in your face.

"delete the photo first." you say.

"no. why would i?" he asks as he presses his forehead against you. his body now trapping you.

"because i look horrid, look at me satoru." you say as you try to wave your arm off. he cocks you a brow, confused.

"you look adorable, what do you mean."

"the damn make up smudging over my face. i look like a mess." you say as you struggle to get off. he hums in confusion before puckering his lips and pressing them against yours.

"i think you look cute." he says as he shifts his body, completely relaxing over you. you cock him a curious brow, slightly confused as to where he's going with this.

"with or without make-up, messy or not, you're very beautiful. i don't get why you're confused about that." he says as he presses another kiss on your lips. a smile spreads over your lips as you look at him with a loving look into his eyes.

"you really think so?" you ask.

"a million hundred percent." he says before pressing his lips against yours locking them together. he frees both your hands and your hands immediately moves to his neck pulling him closer.

he bites your lower lip making you release a small moan giving him a chance to slip his tongue in your mouth. his hands move to your waist easily swapping your positions.

his tongue bottoms yours out as he plays with yours, not missing a part, while his hands move to yours ass slightly squeezing them.

you inhale a tad bit before moving away to break the kiss. a small string of saliva following as you two break it earning a small chuckle from you.

he smiles at your reaction as he moves his hands to your waist and slightly massaging it.

"don't worry about your looks baby, you're beautiful to me. the most beautiful being made in the world."