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how bout ex husband nanami missing his ex wifey so much and uses bringing back one of his childs toy as an excuse and things getting smutty someway just an idea🤷

A Casual Conversation - Part 2 (Ex-Husband!Nanami x F!Reader)

A/N: (PART 1) - I like how your brain works, anon! 👀 I hope you enjoy this! [Tags: Angst; Tension; Smut] - PS: the child is nameless, mainly because I can’t think of a good one. - taking requests for drabble ideas for ex-husband Nanami & Suguru! (please read link beforehand)

Nanami Kento is an honest man.

He’s always been an open book with you. When the two of you first started dating, he was blunt about his intentions towards you. When you were both in a relationship, he confessed his love for you in passing as if it was something you were already expected to know. He’s never hidden the harsh reality of what it meant to be a sorcerer and maybe that’s one of the only things he regrets in his life.

Who knew the truth would be so burdensome?

The evening took a turn when your ex-husband surprised you by greeting you at the front door of the home you both formerly shared together. 

“I forgot to pack Yoshi this morning,” Nanami fibbed, sounding exhausted as he stepped inside while carrying the mint dinosaur plush toy in one hand. 

This was the second lie he’s ever allowed to escape his lips. Of course he would never admit that he deliberately forgot to pack his son’s favorite doll just because he needed an excuse to see you.

The man was desperate, especially after succumbing to his own weakness when he stupidly kissed you without reason.

He stopped by your place after finishing up with work. His attire disheveled, his signature blue shirt unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up his forearms. His blazer and tie were missing but that’s because he dropped it off at his place before making his way over to you. 

Nanami insisted on living close by after he moved out, refusing to be anywhere significantly distant from either you or his son.

“He’ll be happy to see this guy tomorrow!” you chirped as you reached for the toy he was carrying.

Your fingers lightly grazed over your ex-husband’s, triggering the memory of him kissing you in his apartment just a few weeks ago. You cleared your throat, desperately erasing the sensation of his mouth on yours and clutching the dinosaur close to your chest as you both walked towards your bedroom. 

“How did you manage to put him to sleep?” Nanami questioned, arching his brow in confusion when he noticed that the lights were off.

A small sigh escaped you, “he got a new present today…”

“From?”

You pressed your lips together to hold back a smile, “your favorite colleague in the whole world...”

The two of you peeked inside the bedroom, only to see your infant son resting comfortably in his crib. You quietly made your way in to place the dinosaur next to him.

Meanwhile, Nanami was leaning his shoulder against the frame of your door his eyes glancing from you to the corner of the crib where he made out the shape of an obnoxiously round duck that hovered next to his sleeping son. The thing was so fat - it’s wings and eyes tinier than the rest of the body with a large beak stitched next to two pink circles that represented it’s cheeks.

“What the hell is that?” 

You laughed under your breath as you exited the room, “that is Maru the Duck...”

Nanami rolled his eyes, shaking his head in disbelief as he rubbed his tired face with his hands. 

“When did he stop by?”

“”Late this afternoon, it seems like our son feels differently about Gojo than you do. He absolutely adores him…” you playfully teased.

“He’s too young to understand the term idiot to relate to my frustration. It’s a blessing that his purity hasn’t been tainted yet…”

Your giggle made Nanami’s chest bloom with warmth, his heart tightening from the comforting sound of your voice.

“I was making tea before you came in, would you like some?” you politely asked.

“Yes, please.”

You studied him out of the corner of your eye, hating how exceptionally handsome he looked as he plopped on the white sofa in your living room.

“It’s bad enough I have to see his face everyday...” he groaned before easing the tension on his brow while making a conscious effort not to allow any silence to fall between you both, “but I guess he does have a soft spot for our boy...”

“The softest...” you reiterated, pouring the tea in twin cups before returning the kettle back on the stove and grabbing the beverages.

You seated yourself right next to him, placing the two cups on the wooden coffee table in front of you and watching the steam swirl above the ceramic.

“How was your day otherwise?” he questioned.

“Productive for the most part. Although during one of my online meetings I had the silly “Choo Choo” song stuck in my head, it was very distracting…”

“I’m sorry the what?”

“You know, the “Choo Choo”’ song! The one that plays on that cartoon program that he likes to watch every morning…”

“I’m still not quite sure what you’re talking about.”

“Yes, you do!” you insisted, before proceeding To adorably sing along to the lyrics.

The smile that curved his lip should be illegal, and you felt your cheeks heat almost immediately as he flashed you a gentle grin.

“I just wanted to see if you would actually sing it,” he joked with a wink.

You leaned your body forward, “how very mature of you, Ken.”

He licked his lips, his eyes blatantly taking in the outfit you had on. You were wearing one of his old white shirts over a pair of your bike shorts. He vividly remembered you keeping it the first time you both slept together, and had absolutely no desire to ever take it back. 

Besides, it looked better on you anyway. 

 Every time he assumed you’ve slipped out from his reach, a moment like this would put him back in his place - reminding him that the love you both shared for one another was still there.

The conversation carried on seamlessly, neither one of you reaching to drink your tea as you were busy lost in each other’s eyes.

Thirty minutes passed by and in between your positions slowly shifted. Nanami had his hand stretched out on the cushion behind you, noting that your knees were bumping into his thighs as you curled a little closer into his frame. From here he could see the outline of your cotton bra underneath his shirt, which only made the blood rush between his legs.

Since the divorce, Nanami found himself adjusting back to a life without you in all aspects. However, he had absolutely no desire to seek out any sexual relief with anybody else over the past year.

Up until the moment you kissed him back, he believed you thought differently about the situation.

Why else would you have agreed to start dating again?

The truth is, you’ve been distracting yourself enough to ignore how touch starved you were. Between working and the baby, you haven’t allowed yourself to bask in the loneliness you felt every night when you slept in that big empty bed of yours.

The last time you had an orgasm was when you slept with your ex-husband, which was the silly confession you casually let slip when you were speaking with your co-worker.

You’ve both been getting along so well lately, Nanami didn’t want to potentially ruin that. However, he wanted to push his boundaries a little bit just to see what might happen.

“You never told me how your dinner went...” your ex husband wondered, his free hand boldly moving to stroke your bare thigh.

You shivered against his touch, “it was...fine...” 

“Just fine?” he pressed, his curiosity hidden behind a sly grin.

You swallowed hard, watching as he flattened his palm across your flesh to hold your leg. You glanced back to meet his gaze, subconsciously biting your lip as you shrugged your shoulders nonchalantly.

“Nothing special” 

His eyes flickered to your mouth, deeply satisfied by you body’s reaction. He hesitated for only just one second, before tightening his grip on your leg as he leaned down to peck you lightly on your neck.

“Oh?” he breathed into your skin. Your husband hovered his lips over the spot he kissed you, his thumb rubbing the meat of your thigh as he patiently waited for you to continue the conversation.

“Nothing much happened...” you gasped, curling your fingers into your palms as you clenched your hands into fists. “We just went out for dinner and talked…”

Nanami hummed, brushing his mouth down the line of your neck to kiss the point where it curved to your shoulder.

“And what did you and your date discuss…” he pressed, visibly emphasizing his annoyance upon making that statement.

“Uhm,” your murmured, your eyes fluttering feeling his hand roam dangerously high up your thigh, his fingers caressing just under your rear. “We-we talked about work mostly, and…general interests…”

A whimper followed your statement, feeling his tongue lick you as he proceeded to openly kiss your neck the way he used to. You grabbed onto his forearm, hoping to stop this from escalating further but just as you parted your lips to protest the act unfolding, Nanami interrupted you with another statement.

“I’m sure he must have been smitten by you. You looked unforgivingly beautiful that night…”

“I thought you said my dress was too short…”

He guided his hand up your ass, sliding it underneath his white shirt to hold your lower back. He lifted his head, bringing his face closer towards you as he brushed his nose over yours.

“I’m not used to the idea of letting other men look at you yet,” he admitted, pulling you even tighter into his frame. “…or have them touch you, or want you in the way I do…”

His lips met yours, his kiss slow but incredibly heated. He swallowed your moan, allowing your body to naturally shift as he pulled his weight forward. You lay your head down on the pillow, bringing your hands to cup his face as you cradled that strong jaw in your palms.

He began to undo each button on the shirt you were wearing. His hands moving across your belly until he was cupping your bra. He tugged at the fabric, allowing it to rest just under your breasts, before releasing you from his addicting lips and tracking his way down.

“So,” he whispered, the sensuous tone of his voice heating the depths of your core. “Did you two hit it off?”

You inhaled, your back arching lightly off the sofa as he swirled his tongue over your nipple, blowing air over it and watching it pebble in front of his eyes. He sucked on the pert bud, teasing you as you tried to formulate your answer.

“We just talked,” you reassured. “N-Nothing happened.”

Nanami guided his hand down to meet you between your legs. He palmed your clothed sex, the fabric damp from your growing arousal and causing him to strain against his pants.

“He didn’t ask you out on another date?”

“We…” you breathed, your hips bucking into him as you naturally began to edge off his touch. “…we only exchanged numbers but I don’t…”

You sighed in frustration when he retracted his hand away from you, all before finding relief in the fact that it was because he was choosing to slip himself underneath your shorts instead.

The man let out an audible “fuck” feeling how wet you were for him. His digits stroking your folds until he eagerly pushed his middle and ring finger deep inside you. His thumb met your clit, circling over it with an even pressure as he soaked in the sight of you immersing yourself to the pleasure you were receiving.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” he continued, ensuring that your mind was still focused on the conversation at hand.

“I don’t know if I’m interested…” you protested, your words traveling faster as they blended into each other. Your draped one hand over the arm rest of the sofa, gripping onto it tightly as the other reached to grab the blue of Nanami’s shirt. “Ken…that feels so good…”

He pumped his fingers, increasing the speed as he felt you gush all over his hand. “God, you’re so fucking wet, my love,” he pointed out, unaware that he let the intimate phrase slip from his lips, “how long has it been since you’ve taken care of yourself?”

“Too long,” you whined, and the man nearly came right there at the sight of you falling apart before him.

He leaned forward to kiss you again, only this time it was with feverish urgency. He worked you with his fingers, sensing how close you were every thrust, until you let out a string of curses before finally reaching your climax. His forehead was pressed against yours as he retracted his soaked hand from underneath your shorts then resting it lightly on your hip. He waited patiently as he watched you steady your breath, before noticing you glance up at him from under your lashes.

“It’s been a long time for me too,” he whispered as he lifted himself back in place watching you do the same as you pushed yourself up on shaky arms.

There was no going back now, and you knew for a fact that sleeping with your ex-husband is a terrible idea. However, your body was overriding what your mind was advising, wanting nothing more than to have this man bury himself between your thighs.

You straddled his lap, proceeding to kiss him as you tossed your shirt then removed your bra. You pressed your hips eagerly into his own, feeling the length of his erection push into your begging pussy.

“I miss you,” you confessed in between kisses, threading your hands through his golden as you tugged on them lightly.

Nanami groaned, the pads of his fingers digging into your hips as he forced you to roll over his stiff length.

Your hands fumbled to undo his own shirt, untucking the fabric before pushing it over his broad shoulders. You guided over his chiseled physique, missing the feeling of those muscles pressing into you whenever you both made love. You were moving down to undo his belt, when you brushed over his abdomen and felt the material of a cloth bandage.

You pulled away from him immediately, your eyes shooting to the injury on his stomach. This isn’t the first time you’ve seen him hurt but the circumstances surrounding it were just so much different now.

In those few fleeting seconds, Nanami knew he had lost you. The insatiable sparkle in your eye diminishing to darkness as you fixated your attention on his wound.

He loosened his hold from around you, “sweetheart…”

“This is a mistake,” you blurted as you pushed yourself off his legs, quickly reaching for your white shirt.

It’s the way your voice cracked that broke Nanami’s heart into a thousand little pieces.

“It’s not a big deal. I’m fine…” your ex-husband insisted, but his words carried no weight.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you repeated, as you fastened the last button refusing to make any eye contact with him to avoid showing the panic on your face. “I’m…I’m going to get ready for bed. Feel free to see yourself out…”

Nanami barely could another sentence in before you dashed straight into the bathroom, immediately shutting the door and locking yourself inside.

Nanami closed his eyes, sighing to himself as he slumped onto the sofa. The situation reminding him of the first time he has ever lied to you.

The morning after another fight, Nanami woke up to a surprise while considering how to handle the current situation as he watched over his newborn son.

When he stepped out into the room is when he noticed something black move in the corner. With his son still cradled in his arms he approached the mass, freezing in place when he saw the cursed spirit. The thing posed no threat, crawling around his home like an annoying little bug. However, what unsettled him is how it appeared in the first place and he swallowed his guilt thinking that the pain he’s been causing you manifested the beady eyed creature before him.

He could hear his son sniffle, tiny lips trembling with uneasiness and making the sorcerer’s heart drop to the pit of his stomach.

Babies were more in tune with their sensory experiences but there was no way for him to know if his child was also able to see what was right before his eyes.

Yet.

By the time he exorcised the thing it was too late. His son was weeping in his arms uncontrollably, enough to wake you up from your slumber and stumble out into the living room.

“Is everything alright?”

Nanami met your worried eyes, nodding his head with reassurance.

“He’s fine, just a little cranky this morning...”

Ever since that day your husband prayed that his child turns out nothing like him.

Since he was unable to bring you peace, all he hoped for was that his son could do it instead.