β Trying to teach Nanami how to do your makeup but he canβt stop staring at his pretty girl. π©β‘πͺ Fluff,Needy Nanami. π©β‘πͺ Ending is a bit rushed.
βSo first off, I have to moisturise my face this step is really important, so listen up, Nami.β You say, looking at your boyfriend through the vanity mirror β one he bought and set up for you, decorated entirely in shades of your favourite colour. Even though he looks like heβs listening, itβs clear his attention isnβt fully on what youβre doing.
Nanami and you have been together for a year and a half now. You met him at a coffee shop close to your apartment; that was the first time youβd seen him there, so you knew he was new to the area. The very first time you saw him, you thought he looked permanently exhaustedβ like heβd carried the weight of the world for years, his shoulders tense and heavy.
But nonetheless, he was such a handsome man. His lean frame in that sharp suit had you stealing glances at him before you even realized it.
For Nanami, though? He felt like he had never seen beauty like yours. The moment he laid eyes on you, he was captivated β as if you were a siren pulling him in with a spell. Your eyesβ¦ those eyes β he swears he memorized every detail. You were wearing a yellow sundress that hugged your curves perfectly, and it was such a sunny day, the light hitting your face at just the right angle, it looked like the sun itself had put a spotlight only on you.
And now here he was, a year and a half later, sitting beside the most beautiful girl in the world. Your soft lips β ones heβs kissed so many times, they feel like they belong only to him. He wants to kiss you so badly right now, but he knows youβd be annoyed at him for not paying attention (not that heβs been doing much of that anyway). So instead, he settles for just watching you: his pretty girl, the soft furrow of your brows when you concentrate, the way you do everything with such care and gentleness.
βOkay, Nanamiβ¦are you even listening?β
Your gaze shifts toward his reflection in the mirror, only to find him already staring right back at you. Itβs literally the real-life version of βhearts in eyesβ. You scoff. Of course he hasnβt been listening.
βAnyways, next step is the concealerββ
Before you can finish your sentence, before you even have time to open the bottle, his large hands come around from behind. They are bigger than almost half your face. He tilts your chin gently to turn your face toward him. His other arm slips easily around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest, and presses a loud, sweet kiss right to your cheek. He completely ruins the careful work youβd just done.
Youβre caught off guard. All you can do is stare wide-eyed at both of your reflections in the glass.
βNanami!β
He doesnβt look the least bit sorry. Instead, he takes it as a green light. He turns your whole face to meet his, tilts his head slightly, and finally presses his lips to yours.
Unlike the playful way he grabbed you earlier, this kiss is soft, slow, and deliberate. He takes his time, moving his lips gently against yours, then brushes his tongue slowly along your bottom lip, quiet and asking permission. At first, you donβt give in. But when he presses a little firmer on your neck just enough to make you melt, you finally open for him. He lets out a low, rough groan the second your tongues touch. His kisses are deep, slow, almost hungry. Like he wants you to feel every single touch.He kisses like a man starved, desperate to taste every bit of you and savour every second.
He deepens it, kissing you harder and more desperate now. Low groans and grunts vibrate right against your lips. When you tap his bicep to signal you need air, he is so lost in it he only mumbles a confused, strained βWhat, baby?β against your mouth and then keeps right on kissing you like nothing happened.
Not if you have anything to say about it. You really canβt keep going like this. You give his arm a firm, sharp tap, hard enough to get his attention. Thatβs when he finally pulls away, hands still resting warm and steady on your waist. He looks just as breathless, flushed, and dazed as you feel.
βIβm sorry, baby.β He says in that deep voice of his clearing his throat, looking a little sheepish.
You give him a small, amused smile you( you didnβt like being too mean to your baby + you enjoyed it ) and turn back to the mirror, seeing exactly how flushed and messy you look now. You shift your gaze to lock onto his reflection.
βThis is all your fault. I was almost ready!β You groan, trying to fix up.
You were meant to be leaving for your date soon, and now youβre annoyed. But when you glance back at your boyfriend and see that guilty, soft look on his face, all irritation melts away instantly. He just loves you so much, sometimes he honestly doesnβt know what to do with it.
You pull him back toward you, which unsurprisingly takes way more effort than it should, and press a long, sweet peck to his lips.
βItβs alright. But now youβve had your kisses, so now have to pay attention.β You pull back just enough to look straight into his eyes, serious but soft.
This time, he affirms with a short, clear nod, eyes steady on yours.
And so you take him seriously.
Big mistake.
a/n: Hello, this is my first fanfic.
So letβs be nice okay?
