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thinking about people assuming nanami is always the dominant one in the relationship given his character and his build and both of you knowing that’s nowhere close to the truth.

thinking about pulling nanami by his tie to tease him, but instead of him putting you in your place he falls to his knees and presses his head against your thighs, staring up at you with watery eyes.

thinking about nanami plopping his head into your lap when you’re watching tv, making approving noises as you play with his hair; somewhat akin to a pleased cat.

thinking about getting ready on a saturday morning while nanami watches you, still in bed. being able to feel his gaze and practically see the hearts in his eyes via the reflection of the mirror you’re stood in front of.

thinking about nanami getting you an expensive outfit for one of your anniversaries, making you keep it on later that night while he’s completely bare, his dick throbbing in your hand. him getting off on the idea of providing for you. that, and simply how good you look in the outfit.

thinking about bathing with nanami afterwards, peppering kisses all over his neck, making sure not to leave any hickeys. you wouldn’t want to break the illusion he gives off, right? it’s more fun when it’s a secret between the two of you.

thinking about nanami making you breakfast the next morning as a ‘thank you’ for taking care of him. (shirtless with an apron on, of course)

i feel like sub nanami is so underrated as a concept. just the idea of an exhausted wall of muscle coming home, posture slouched compared to his normal poise and crumbling at your feet; just desperate to be near you.

him being too tired to have sex with you, but still being pent up and still wanting to please you, begging you to use him as you want whilst at the same time pleading you to make him feel good.

his glasses sliding down his nose as you ride him while he lets out little noises he'd usually restrain himself from making, simply losing all composure and his mind just being you, you, you.

him cumming and hiding his face in your neck, mumbling soft sleepy 'thank you's and 'love you's, his mouth moving against your slightly sweaty skin, the heat of your body accompanied by the heat of his breath.

you combing your hands through his hair to help him fall asleep since he needs to take a break so badly.. he works himself to the bone to give you a comfortable life, taking care of him like this in return is a pleasure. in more ways than one.