helping nanami โdecompressโ after work
(nsfw, fluff, tried my best to make nanami how i think he would be while โmaking loveโ to you)
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the sheets shift as nanami slides into bed behind you, the mattress dipping under his weight.
his body is cool from the night air, carrying his usual clean scent mixed with something faintly sweet.
heโs already reaching for you, his large hands settling on your waist and leaning down to give you a kiss on the cheek.
โhow was work?โ you ask.
he makes a small sound, noncommittal.
"the usual. long days of fighting curses, I wonder why I still continue to choose this work path." he says, his thumb stills, then resumes its movement.
"but i'm here now. that's what matters."
he shifts closer, slotting his body against your side, and presses his forehead to your temple.
there are faint shadows beneath his eyes, but his gaze is sharp and focused on you.
โI donโt want you to handle everything alone.โ you sigh, leaning into his touch.
โlet me do something for you.โ you say before deciding to straddle onto his lap, settling on top of him.
he makes a muffled noise, hands falling onto your waist.
"hm. what would that be?" his voice rings out, gently.
you begin to shy away, fiddling with his hands.
"I want to make you feel good. the best you've ever felt." your lips start to find below his jawline, settling small kisses on his neck.
"honey, you always make me feel good." he begins rubbing small circles into your waste, reassuring you he wants you to continue.
"is that okay?" you mumble.
"yes. you're doing perfect, honey." he says, a small smile softly crossing his face before he leans down to kiss your head.
you continue down his neck eventually reaching his chest. your hands carefully work down his shirt button.
nanami watches you, his chest rising and falling a little deeper now.
he doesn't rush you. he never rushes anything. his fingers trace idle patterns along your hips, patient and grounding.
"let me." he murmurs when you fumble slightly on the last button, his own hands moving to help.
he sheds the shirt with the same unhurried precision he applies to everything, though his breath catches just slightly when you press your palm flat against his sternum, feeling his heartbeat.
"you're warm." he observes quietly, almost to himself. his hand covers yours, guiding it lower, past the waistband of his sleep pants.
when you reach the waistband of his pants, you pause, looking up for permission.
he nods, his throat working. "yes. please."
you undo the clasp slowly, carefully, and he lifts his hips to help you slide them down.
when you wrap your hand around him, he makes a soft, broken sound, polite even in his own pleasure, biting his lower lip.
"is this alright?" you ask, stroking him slowly.
"yes," he breathes, his hips twitching upward before he stills himself.
"yes, that's very good, thank you sweetheart."
you almost smile at his manners, even now.
you lean down and press a kiss to his hipbone, then lower, before you take him into your mouth.
he lets out a restrained grunt, holding himself back.
you begin moving your mouth forward, occasionally looking up at him to make sure he's enjoying what you're doing.
"you're doing so well." he praises, his handing gently moving to the back of your head to guide you.
his praise makes you warm, and you continue, finding a rhythm that makes his breath hitch and his abdominal muscles flex.
before he reaches his peak, he stops you.
"wait," he says suddenly, gently tugging at your shoulder. "come here."
not demanding, anything but that.
you release him and crawl back up, and he immediately pulls you into a kiss, deeper now, hungrier, though still tender.
his hands slide down your back and under your thighs, lifting you easily and settling you on top of him.
"i want to feel you," he murmurs against your lips. "all of you. if that's alright."
"it's alright," you whisper, his hands gently releasing you from your clothes.
as you're both fully naked now, he settles his hand onto your waste to guide you as he helps you sink down onto him.
the stretch is slow, deliberate, and he watches your face with intense focus, his jaw tight with restraint.
"are you comfortable?" he asks, his voice strained but gentle.
"yes," you gasp, settling fully against him. "yes, nanami, you feelโโ
he cuts you off with a kiss, his hands firm on your hips, guiding your movements.
you rock against him, finding a rhythm that's unhurried, intimate, the kind that builds slowly like a fire being carefully tended.
"you're beautiful," he tells you, his thumb stroking your hipbone. "so beautiful. thank you for this. thank you for being here."
you lean down and bury your face in his neck, breathing in his scent as you move.
his hands never stop moving either, caressing your back, your sides, your thighs, like he's memorizing all of you.
as you begin to speed up, you breath out his him in a quiet moan.
"yes," he responds, always responsive, always present. "i'm here. i'm right here."
you wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you as the pressure builds up.
the pace quickens slightly, not rushed but needy, and he meets your movements with small thrusts of his own, his breath coming faster now.
he reaches between you, his thumb finding that sensitive spot, and you cry out.
he continues rubbing small circles to help you climax.
"let go," he encourages softly. "i've got you. let go whenever you're ready."
and you do, the release washing over you in waves that make you tremble against him.
he follows soon after, burying his face in your shoulder with a muffled groan of your name, his arms wrapping tight around you like he's afraid you might disappear.
afterward, he doesn't let go.
he keeps you close, his heart hammering against your chest, and presses kisses to your forehead, your temples, anywhere he can reach.
"thank you," he whispers, his voice thick with emotion. "thank you for choosing to stay with me. even after everything."
you trace the line of his jaw, feeling the slight stubble there. "always," you promise. "i'm not going anywhere."
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this is my first time writing smut so my apologies if this isnโt my best work ๐ฅฒ
Iโm also a firm believer in the fact nanami would be the most GENTLE man ever during sex. he would not be slapping you and calling you a โgood girlโ, he would absolutely think of you as the most fragile thing during it.
