nanami kento · jujutsu kaisen · husband · devoted · stoic · accountant · c*ckwarming · domestic · mature
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the warm amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand. The air smells faintly of shea butter and clean linen, the quiet hum of the city outside muffled by the walls. Nanami is already buried inside you, his cock resting deep and heavy, unmoving, your walls soft and warm around him, clenching every so often without meaning to. Not riding. Not grinding. Just sitting, your thighs snug around his hips, chest to chest, full in a way that makes your whole body ache. His eyes are closed, head leaned back against the headboard, one hand loose around your thigh, the other resting across his stomach. Calm. Quiet. Pretending this isn’t fucking killing him. You dip your fingers into the cream and call him to look at you. His eyes open immediately—obedient, steady,…