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DECEPTION & PERFECTION⌇NANAMI KENTO

❝ 𝑰 𝑩𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑲 𝑨 𝑴𝑰𝑳𝑳𝑰𝑶𝑵 𝑯𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑺 𝑱𝑼𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑭𝑼𝑵 ❞ ‎ submission for @510hz’s “how to be a heartbreaker” collab!

after losing yourself and becoming so disillusioned about love and romance, you finally accept yourself as nothing but a devious homewrecker. . .

꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ PAIRINGS! — nanami x homewrecker!f!reader ꒰ ა ♡ ໒ ꒱ TAGS! — heartless!reader, commitment issues, anxious attachment, slight narcissism, toxicity, angst, hurt (no comfort), sorta depressing/sad themes, self-loathing, hopeless romantic themes, unrequited love, seduction, eventual smut. i know this may slightly stray away from the “maneater” theme but with the meaning of this song, it’s more tragic.

You don’t belong to anyone.

As liberating that may sound to some, being in this state was more of a defense mechanism for you. Because after realizing you don’t know what else to do other than to break the hearts of men, you couldn’t escape being labeled as a homewrecker. Your life had spiraled into a mess that you just accepted it with no care in the world.

If all you really wanted was love, the pure kind that everyone dreams of, you had to run away from it. You’ve become so disillusioned about falling in love, convincing yourself nothing will ever last for you. Instead of the love and trust and laughter you deserved in a healthy relationship, you end up with a happy never after.

One night you were at the club, all dolled up and glamorizing enough that you’ve been receiving so many compliments from men and women. Compliments you’ve been told numerous times before that being called “pretty” was tedious and unoriginal to hear a lot. You deserved way more admiration than that. And even though your self-esteem and your confidence was radiating enough to showcase your outwardly strong personality, deep down you were alienated and empty in the inside. But you decided to not give any fucks that night. No regrets about anything. All you wanted to do was have fun and embrace even a fleeting moment of euphoria and feel as if you were the center of attention that night.

And there it was— that prolonged gaze from a handsome stranger’s eyes, capturing his attention that night. Watching you long enough, it eventually turns into a stare. Staring at you like he was hypnotized, getting under his skin with the way your body moved to the music. That night you were wearing all pink. Your attire seemed as if you were one of the dancers wearing pastels and other bold colors that weren’t neutral or plain— enough to not blend in with the crowd. And as you were dancing, your wandering eyes finally met his, settling on the stranger’s prominent, enticing features.

He was quite handsome that night. There was a dark mystery about him that intrigued you. When you caught him staring, he immediately glanced away it made you chuckle. But you didn’t take your eyes off him, yet— you just kept dancing, your body moving in sultry, mesmerizing ways to the music as you gazed at him with the right kind of heat in your eyes. Then he finally laid his eyes on you again. You couldn’t help but smile deviously at the stranger. He smirked back slightly, making his way through the dancing crowd just to be near you. But he disappeared— you suddenly lost track of his presence.

Slightly disappointed, you head to the restroom down the hall illuminated with pink lights where nobody was around. But that was all the stranger needed from you that night— a chance with you alone, right before you withdrew your mind. You feel his arms snake around you, holding you by the waist and pulling you ever so slightly where you could feel his body heat transmitting onto you. That night you felt a rush of helplessness against him, like a sinking yielding, a surging tide of warmth that left you limp and aching for him.

As you turned your neck, resting your head against his shoulder, his addicting lips dived down onto yours, kissing you softly at first. Then with a swift gradation intensity, his insistent mouth was parting your lips and his roaming hands parted your legs, sending wild tremors along your nerves. That night, when the two of you made out and fucked each other hard in the hall of the club, you were both evoked from such sensations you never knew you were capable of feeling.

It wasn’t difficult for you at all to catch the attention of men. You used to love and thrive off that feeling of a man chasing for you, wanting to uncover your mysteries, yearning to pursue you for they couldn’t contain their attraction to you. That man you met that night was the man you thought you were going to marry someday; Nanami Kento.

When time passed and you finally made it official, sex with Nanami was your everything with him; writhing into an unexplainable ecstatic state of mind together. The slapping of your skins, the sweet moans, loss of breath, the heat, the unforgettable sensation. Each hard thrust into your aching cunt sent you ablaze. You had the face and heart of a delicate angel and a body of a slutty porn star just for him. The beautiful princess treatment by day and the messy whore treatment by night.

There was this certain alluring presence about him that enticed you, intoxicating you with lust and love and all these feelings that made your stomach twist and turn. You were head over heels in love. Undeniably in love. Unconditionally in love with him. Blindly in love, at most. Love, love, love— it was all defined by the way you experience it. Nobody had taught you how to love. You just went with how your heart felt. What you were desiring for this whole time; “the one” as many people called it. But at the same time, you feel this sinking feeling in your guts the moment you believe you’re in love.

Oh, how Nanami loved you. He really was your dream man, the man who was going to marry you, pursue you, value you, worship you— every wholehearted trait of love and endearment he had for you was like an undying flame. He didn’t value you just for your body nor the sex. He knew deep down in his heart that you are the woman he belongs to by the end of time, the only woman he wants to marry, the only woman he wants to grow old with and die together. He’s never loved anyone so passionately like this. There was something about you that sinks him deeply into an unexplainable writhing of bliss.

But love was nothing but an image of deception.

Nanami is a hopeless romantic just like you. But even though the love he gives is what you deserve, would it be forever? Would he get tired of loving you? Is he only speaking to you through his mouth, and not his heart and soul?

Every past relationship you’ve been in haunted you for years. You still never fully healed or recovered from the pain and experiences you endured; your heart constantly getting broken and shattered to the point that you have no piece of it left. You were tired of being heartbroken all the time and you should not be committing to anyone right now. And it was all because of the need to rather break hearts than have your own heart broken first. In hopes you could find the 'one', you would have much more fun and liberty being single just like the old days…

“I don’t love you anymore.”

Nanami’s entire body froze when he was about to walk into the bathroom after the two of you had sex. He did a double take, chuckled, and turned slightly to you. “What? Sweetheart, don’t joke around like that.”

You sat on the edge of the bed in your nightgown, slanting your head at the blond male who looked unrecognizable to you now. “You heard me,” you replied coldly. “I don’t think I can do this anymore, Kento. I’m slowly losing my happiness every day I spend time with you. The last time I ever felt happiness was… before I met you. And now I’m trapped in a committed relationship where I have this massive fear of you hurting me.”

Nanami stood frozen as a deer caught in headlights. It felt as if the walls in his body were closing in on him, making it difficult to breathe. Your words inflicted more pain than any pain he’s ever endured in his life. It felt as if the world became slow, finally reaching its end, and not everybody has enough time to embrace their fate or let alone prepare for it. There was an uncontrolled staccato rhythmic in his chest and this swirling ache in his stomach. His nose flared so strongly from holding back tears, sauntering back to you and kneeling before you, holding onto your arms and caressing your skin.

“Look at me, Y/N. I admire you. I worship you. I love you more than I have ever found a way to say to you. If I’m making you feel… trapped, I will do everything I can to not make you feel this way. So please… if you’re in need of reassurance, I’ll give you all of it. Even without you asking.”

It felt as if his words went straight through one ear then out the other. Because for some reason, even if Nanami thought he was being genuine and sweet to you, you remained nonchalant. A deadpanned expression, a slow beating heart, and not having enough energy to fight for this relationship or talk through it.

You stood up, your face remaining emotionless and free of pathetic tears. “I said what I said, Kento. If you really loved me, you’d allow me to be happy. And the only way I can feel happiness is never seeing you in my life again.”

Nanami just stayed down on the floor, feeling his nose burning from his tears and his heart being crushed from such agony and devastation. He didn’t dare turn his head just to watch you leave or see you one last time. He just decided to let you go, all while drowning in tears, sobs, and desolation.

When you finally left his home and drove down the highway, you finally felt that liberating spark again. That rush of adrenaline, rediscovering parts of yourself that were buried long under, like a sun brightening up a dark room. And after coping with your disillusionment about love, you just had to accept everything the way it is. When you have a slight feeling that something is gonna go wrong in a relationship, you run away. When you don’t feel the happiness you thought you would feel, you run away.

You’re only happy when you’re on the run. And you could break a million hearts of men just for the fun of it.

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