kento nanami x special grade!fem!reader
synopsis: you get home late from a mission, you are exhausted but you dont want to go to bed dirty, he is willing to help you in any way you need.
warnings: undressing, nicknames, (baby, my love, honey, darling) small age gap; 4-6 years, fluff, and showering together.
it was two in the morning, you are just now getting back from a tiring mission with the first years, kugisaki, itadori, and fushiguro.
those kids really know how to keep themselves IN trouble.
you walk through your front door, legs feeling like jelly, head throbbing, just straight exhaustion taking you over.
you put your things down by the door.
slipping your shoes and socks off, balancing on one foot, almost losing that balance.
you walk past your kitchen and heading up stairs.
thinking about your husband, his warmth, his comfort is what you need right now.
you open your bedroom door, seeing kento sitting up on the headboard, reading a book, his glasses slightly tilting off, while having a glass of water in his hand.
shirtless, biceps bulging, in black sweatpants, with black socks, just relaxed.
until concern fills his face.
he looks up at you, putting the glass down.
"how did the mission go?" he gets up off the bed, walking up to you at the door, putting a hand on your hip, then on your cheek.
you reach back closing the door, you sigh, putting your head into his chest.
"i am so tired. i just want the rest of the week off."
"it couldn't have been that bad honey."
you look up at him, the moonlight hitting your face better, the cut on your cheek, your eyes red.
his eyes widen slightly, more concern.
his thumb swipes under your eye, just feeling.
"my head is throbbing, my feet hurt.
"i just need to go shower."
you try to walk away, you slip out of his grasp.
his hand brushes your arm, letting you know he is there, until he grasps your arm.
you turn back around at him, both his hands grabbing your forearms, just there.
"you need rest, and you need it now darling."
his voice rough with sleepiness, but deep inside is worry.
you look up at him through his glasses, your eyes dont leave his.
"i dont want to climb into our freshly washed sheets dirty."
the exhaustion fully catching up to you, turning into sleepiness as well.
your eyes drooping, fluttering shut.
his hands let you go, his touch feather light.
he goes into your dressers, picking out a plain black t shirt, black shorts, and a pair of underwear.
he goes to his dresser as well, a new pair of black boxers, and grey sweatpants.
you rub your eyes, he is back in front of you, the faint vanilla smell radiating off of him.
your hands raise, holding the clothes.
one of his arms slip under your knees, the other behind your back, carrying you.
your head slumps against his broad, hard chest.
he steps into your shared bathroom, shutting the door with his foot.
he lifts you again, setting you down onto the bathroom counter, he slips in between your legs.
you set the clothes down beside you.
his hands find your hips.
he nuzzles into your jaw, landing soft kisses from your ear, to your collarbone.
you firmly set your hands on his shoulders, a soft smile perking up on your face.
"kento, im still dirty you know."
you feel him smile on your collarbone.
"you know i dont care about that right now."
"i care about you and helping you."
he backs away from your chest, his thumbs rubbing circles on your hips, sliding up to your waist.
you lift your arms off his shoulders, he takes off your shirt, leaving you in your bra and your skinny jeans.
he unhooks your bra for you, your chest free for him to see.
"you know that though right?"
he looks back up at you. your eyes find his again.
you sigh, in relief, to be here with him.
"you tell me all the time kento."
you lift your hips, he unbuttons your jeans, slipping them off along with your black lace underwear in one go.
the cool bathroom counter finds the back of your thighs, you let out a small wince, opening your eyes again.
he begins to unravel the drawstring of his sweatpants, slipping them off.
then his grey boxers come off too, hanging around his ankle until he softly kicks them off.
he looks back up at you, your sleepy eyes.
he slips his glasses off, putting them on top of the clothes.
he wraps his arms around your waist, your legs instinctively wrap around his slim waist.
lifting you off the counter.
you close your eyes, resting your chin on his shoulder.
he frees one of his arms from your waist.
he opens the glass door, steps inside, then closes it.
he turns the shower faucet, the lukewarm waters trickling down your back.
he sets you down, you immediately turn around.
he grabs a wash cloth, his arm reaches around you to let the cloth absorb water while he also grabs a soap bar.
then lathers the bar and the cloth, setting the bar back down.
he cleans your neck, back, your bottom, the backs of your thighs.
going in soothing circles.
you tilt your head to the side in relaxation.
you lift your left leg, he cleans the back of your calf, and your foot.
you set that leg down, lifting the other one.
still going in circles, taking his time, he cleans the back of your calf, and your other foot.
your turn around towards him, looking up at him, the soap on your backside begins to wash off, your hair getting wet as well.
you ask him, "did you already shower?"
he puts a hand on your waist, the other reaching around you, washing the cloth off to prepare it for the bar again.
you look at him in awe, you are so lucky.
"you didnt have to shower again for me."
you look away at nothing.
the hand on your waist, slips off, coming up to your chin.
making you look at him, your eyes widen ever so slightly.
"you know id do anything for you."
he leans down, you meet him halfway.
pressing a soft kiss to your lips.
keeping his forehead on yours.
you both close your eyes.
a/n: this only took me like an hour im so proud of myselfffff. please comment and lmk if i should keep making fics on nanami or the same scenario but with a different character or a new fic with a diff character diff scenario it doesnt matter. give me ideas!!!!!
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