ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝!𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 ~ (𝒔𝒉𝒚!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒇𝒖𝒇𝒇, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘?)
| my first fic and I kinda suck at english, lmk if u noticed any grammatical errors, I hope you'll like it !
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The apartment is too quiet, filled only with the soft hum of the refrigerator and the ticking of the clock on the wall. Usually, this is the time for getting the bed ready or prepping meals for the next day, but tonight is different.
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You've been married to Kento Nanami for a year, yet your marriage felt more like a joint venture than being a couple, with conversations that only circled around household budgets, personal savings, tight plans, and the heavy reality of his work.
Nanami has always been a workaholic person, you know that, everybody does. But as much as you want to understand him, you couldn't help but feel completely exhausted by that. Of course, you were tired of hearing those endless discussions of work and schedules. Those serious adult couple stuff always drive you crazy, not because you don't "love" him enough, but because you wanted something that felt real between you two, something free, and at least something that didn't require a permit or a plan.
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Instead of a comfortable oversized shirt or loungewear, there is the unfamiliar feeling of soft pink laces and delicate silk against your skin. The way each fabric hugs your curves, the tiny bows that add a touch to your panties, and the sheer mesh that feels almost electric in the stillness of the living room, giving a bright contrast to the stacks of serious paperwork sitting on the coffee table. You wanted to suprise him, so you lied on the bed letting the cold breeze touch your bare skin.
As the minutes tick by, the excitement starts to turn into a knot of emotions. The silence of the room suddenly feels heavy, and the doubt is hard to erase. Thoughts keep swirling about whether this was a good idea or just another mistake.
"What if he walks through the door exhausted and just stares in confusion?"
"What if he thinks this is too childish or out of place?"
"What if he doesn't like it at all?"
"What if… what if..."
You let yourself drown in a pool of what-ifs and the cacophony of your thoughts. Your body is also betraying you at this point, and just by the thought of your husband, you didn't even realize how wet you already are.
𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘛𝘰𝘤𝘬
When the clock strikes 10, Nanami, as usual, unties his necktie, hangs his suit on the tree rack, and tosses his keys on the ceramic tray that you bought him. By the time he reached the bedroom, he found your gaze towards him, your eyes were glistening with desperation. Feeling embarrassed, you immediately avoided his stare and pretended to watch the door behind him. But the sight of you, so bold in your choice of pair but so flustered now that it was out in the open, it softened something deep in Nanami's chest.
He stepped closer, his presence warm and grounding. He didn't say a damn word about work or how his day went, he simply reached out and tucked a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his knuckles grazing your now-red cheek.
"You're looking tense," he murmured, his voice dropping to a velvety, intimate hum.
"It’s just... I didn't mean for you to see me like this! Uh I..," you whispered, trying not to blush. "It feels a bit silly now, I should go—"
Nanami hummed low in his throat, not letting you finish your word by the sound of his disagreement. He slid his hand from your cheek to the nape of your neck, his thumb tracing your sensitive skin until you finally looked up at him. The intensity was heavy with a quiet, burning adoration that made your breath hitch.
"There is nothing silly about wanting to be beautiful for me," he said softly. He leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours so you had nowhere else to look but into the brownish-hazel depth of his eyes. "And there is no reason to be shy. Not with me." He brought his other hand up to cup your face, his palms large and calloused, making you feel small and entirely cherished.
"You… like it?" You whispered in low, feeling embarrassed as you looked down to your body. You felt the tension leave your shoulders once he pulled you into the crook of his neck, his arms wrapping around you in a firm, protective embrace.
"I love it," he whispered into your hair, playfully twisting the ribbons in your bra, breath warm against your skin.
"But I love the person wearing it much more. Do you understand?" You nodded against his chest, your heart finally slowing to a rhythmic thrum. He pulled back just enough to tilt your chin up, his thumb brushing over your lower lip. "Good," he breathed, his gaze dropping to your mouth.
"Now, stay still. I’m going to put these clothes away, and then I’m going to fuck the thought out of you."
He leaned in, giving you a kiss that was slow yet deep and devastatingly tender, his hands traced your body like muscle memory. He slowly undresses you, it started with your collarbones, your neck, and down to your breasts, his hands pinch your nipples that made your body twitch a little. He kept going down and down until you were left with nothing but your soaked panties, he pulled the kiss away and looked at you in awe-to him, you are more than just beautiful, the pink lingerie matching the color of your lips, all dolled up just for him, no words can describe how ethereal you looked in his eyes, he even hates himself for not appreciating you enough and how he's too focused on other things than you.
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He continued to explore your body, whispering too many apologies that you don't even notice how his hands are slowly getting inside your throbbing cunt-from one finger, to another.
Then suddenly, all the negative thoughts were washed away and now replaced by a night of your husband claiming you over and over again.
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