#nanami reader

Nanami used to despise the concept of days like Valentine's Day: using one day of the year as an excuse to express your devotion to your partner, something you should do every single day? It's not his style, not at all.

That doesn't mean he's not romantic. This man exceeds any standard you could have imagined before meeting him, and he manages to do so without even trying (even if he does). Surprising you every day, making you realise how lucky you are to have him, showing you how lucky he is to have you. From the modest (and not so modest) gifts after one of his long days at work, to the way he always looks for your hand when you're together in public, or how he continues to give you your favourite flowers even though you live together and dates are practically part of your routine.

He didn't like Valentine's Day... but he likes you. He likes to spoil you (in every way), he likes to make you feel special every day, and if one of those days has to be labelled as the “love day”... then so be it. But he'll just act like he always does. Well, since you do enjoy labelling days and celebrating them, he always congratulates you... but that's it. Because everything that other couples consider extraordinary, such as something as simple as a date or expressing their devotion to each other more clearly, is part of both of your everyday lives.

‘Honey, are you going to take much longer? We're going to be late for the restaurant...’ Your boyfriend insists from outside the bathroom, somewhat obsessed with punctuality and order... And you are the opposite: always calmer and more relaxed than you should be, late for everything and chaotic by nature.

‘You can't relax even on a day like today, hmm?’ You laugh from inside, adding the finishing touches to your make-up. Normally, you leave the door open to let him watch you get ready, but sometimes, when you buy a new dress or get new make-up, you like to make him wait outside so it's a kind of surprise. He finds it adorable, and he loves to speculate on how beautiful you'll look when you walk out the door.

But sometimes, when you get distracted and he's not there to rush you, constantly remind you what time it is, or help you with simple things that make you take even longer (like fastening the zippers behind your dresses or fixing your hair)... he doesn't love it. He knows the wait will be worth it, but... the reservation is at 8:30 pm. Knowing you, he told you the reservation was at 8:00 pm, but right now it's 8:10 pm. Damn...

‘Ken , I'm ready!’ you call out, still in the bathroom. ‘Close your eyes.’

Obedient as always, he closes his eyes immediately, eager to finally see you. Well, and to finally leave the house. When you tell him he can open his eyes, he sees that the wait was indeed worth it. Definitely.

You're wearing a fairly short, coffee-coloured milkmaid dress. With stockings covering your legs to keep you warm and brown biker boots to complement the overall look. Multiple necklaces, bracelets and rings add a mystical and stylish touch, many of which are gifts he has given you himself. As an accessory, an aesthetic messenger bag hangs from your right shoulder, with a few key rings that express your tastes and interests (and decorate the bag, of course). Your hair, normally loose and unadorned, today has a small bow... that matches his classic tie: yellow background with irregular black dots. That last detail seems so sweet to him that he doesn't know what to do with so much love all of a sudden. Exaggerated reaction? Perhaps. But seeing you so beautiful, so precious, dressed up, ready for him, and with something that refers to him, with something you have prepared specifically for him...

Such sudden tenderness always affects a man of stoic and serious nature, and his impatience and desire to arrive at the restaurant on time seem to have vanished. He approaches you slowly, with a slight but easily perceptible smile, and cups your face with his large, strong hands.

You wait for his usual delicate compliments, but this time he says nothing. He just looks at you so deeply that it makes you nervous. When he sees you break eye contact due to the nervousness that was beginning to penetrate you, he smiles even more. And only then, when he feels that he has admired your beauty with the silence it deserves, he leaves a slow, soft kiss on your lips. He completely ignores the lip gloss you put on minutes ago, which ends up in his mouth, and focuses on expressing with the movement of his lips all the words he is unable to get out of those.

‘...you never wear this kind of dresses,’ he murmurs shortly after breaking the kiss, more to himself than to you.

‘How should I take that, love?’ you ask, with a smile on your face. You know for sure that it's something good, from the way he looks at you.

‘In the best possible way, please. It suits you very well, dear. In general, I feel that you have a great ability to combine random accessories and make them look so good.’ He pauses as he looks at your bow again. It doesn't quite match the rest of the outfit, but it creates a somewhat extravagant contrast. And the best part: it matches his tie! He doesn't understand what makes him so happy about that little accessory, but it has made Valentine's Day a date that, from now on in your relationship, will be celebrated. Well, it was already celebrated, but from now on he will participate with a new approach. If this date has given you such a cute idea and inspired you to carry it out, no matter how simple it may seem... then he'll have to give it the extra thought that you've taken care of this time. ‘I love you.’

Nanami isn't someone who often says those three words carelessly and repetitively, so you get excited and hug him. However, when he wraps his strong, muscular arms around your much smaller frame, he looks at the time on the watch on his wrist...

8:25 pm. Has all this thing really lasted fifteen minutes?

‘What's wrong, Ken?’ you ask, confused by the sudden tension in his body.

‘Y/n. There are five minutes left until the reservation time.’ In truth, your boyfriend gets NERVOUS when it comes to being late for anything or when his plans don't go according to what he had in mind.

But your calm and carefree nature reacts immediately: you grab his arm and start running towards the door, grab the keys, hand him his wallet and mobile phone, and rush to the restaurant.

‘Y/n, you can't go out in just that dress. It's February, and you'll catch a cold...’ He complains, but you don't let him stop you.

‘I think I can handle the cold better than you can handle being late.’ Although he considers going back home to get your coat, he lets you lead the way. Suddenly, he realises that you have no idea where he has made the reservation... but you are the one guiding him as you run.

‘Darling, you don't know where I've...’

‘At the seafood restaurant I mentioned the other day that I'd like to try. I'm sure.’ ...of course. Being the gentleman that he is, he always picks up on your little comments when you're together, and you once mentioned that the new seafood restaurant looked good. Seeing that you've noticed, he smiles and keeps up with the brisk pace you've been setting since the beginning until you reach the restaurant.

In the end, you were only five minutes late. Dinner was great, and you both talked about everything and nothing at the same time. From work to plans for the future, discussing points of view on random topics and simply expressing how much you love each other without saying it explicitly.

°︵‿ ︵࿔.

‘I should have ignored you,’ Nanami says when he sees you literally shivering from the cold. After that peaceful dinner, you decided to take a night-time stroll through the park. Under the moonlight that seemed to caress you both, your tender relationship, your souls in tune.

‘I'm fine! It was just a gust of wind. I told you I can handle the cold.’ Clearly not. You are one of those people who is unable to coexist with the cold, one of those who starts to shiver, to get a red nose from the cold and tense up extremely.

Exhaling softly, Kento decides to take off his jacket and place it over your shoulders. He's not upset, on the contrary: he's almost grateful that you left your coat at home. He loves seeing you wear any of his clothes. Although that little bow you're wearing, with a pattern so characteristic of him, is enough to shout to the world ‘Y/n is with Nanami ’, he finds it even more endearing to see you covered in his clothes, which look usually quite loose and long on you. Adorable, he thinks.

‘Start being more careful, love. It wouldn't be good if you caught a cold.’

‘Hmm, I don't know. The idea of having you overprotective and glued to me to see if I need you sounds very, very tempting.’ You reply with a giggle as you look at him. He smiles back.

‘What do you mean? I'm always like this. Whether you have a cold or not.’ And he's right. He's so right that you capture his lips in a kiss, which starts slowly and tenderly, but then it gains passion and energy, until...

‘...Y/n, you're killing me. Let's go home… I haven't given you your real Valentine's Day gift yet.’ He says, breaking the kiss, breathing heavily.

‘Huh? What gift?’

‘The kind of gift you can't give in a public park, love.’

Nanami always did consider himself to be a man that wasted no time, and tonight was no exception.

Time was of the essence. Nanami wanted to waste not a single minute further on idle things that could be used in exploring your body and making you feel pleasure like never before.

“You’re right, I think we are a good match— we understand each other well. I completely agree with what you said earlier, I also hate wasting time.” Nanami’s hand reaches upwards to caress the side of your cheek, tilting your head up to look into your eyes. “So, that’s why I’m just going to say exactly what I’m thinking to you.”

Nanami’s other hand slides down your bare arm, until it lays on top of one of your smaller hands scrunching up the hem of his shirt. He motions you to release your grip from his shirt, and when you oblige, he takes the opportunity to grab your smaller hand within his larger one, lacing your fingers in between his own. His figure is quite taller than yours, prompting him to bend his body over to whisper into your ear.

“Let’s get out of here already so I can fuck you stupid.”

You grin at the request, a low throb jolting in between your legs at his words. He had cut right to the chase— and you loved that.

“What are we waiting for then?” You give a hard squeeze to his hand intertwined with yours, alongside the corners of your lips tugging further upwards into a larger, cheekier grin. “Let’s go.”

—

Within what felt to be mere minutes, with his hand in yours Nanami had placed a wad of cash at the concierge desk connecting the club to its sister company of hotel rooms with the request for the finest room they had to offer. The staff didn’t ask further questions, already in understanding of the nature of most of its clients. Much like the club, from the outside the hotel seemed to be a standard, elegant establishment— but in reality it served to act in partnership with the club as a ‘love hotel’ of sorts instead.

“The penthouse suite?” You ask, watching him slip the key card into the pocket of his tan blazer. “A fancy guy, aren’t you?”

Nanami lets out a low chuckle, leading you inside the elevator that was now open in front of the two of you. He steps in first, pressing the button to the desired floor, but you’re just behind his tail, following him inside instantly and standing beside him.

He’s frankly a bit astonished to find the elevator is empty, fully expecting another couple to already be partially within each other’s pants when the steel doors part open in the middle. But a new thought arises in his head— he thinks perhaps the two of you could be that couple. Elevator public sex was on his bucket list, after all.

“I like a good view, and I’ll get the best money can buy me.” Nanami replies instead, shaking the thought out of his head. He had to at least have some self-control… for now. And it wasn’t completely a lie either, he did like all things beautiful, especially the simple, natural things in life like a beautiful view with an equally beautiful woman on his arm. “The sunrise is beautiful from this high up, you’ll see later.”

A moment of foreign silence envelopes the air in between the two of you, the only sounds being the dinging noise signaling the closure of the doors soon, and the faint mechanics of the elevator whirring in the background. Although brief, the silence churns your thoughts, making you realize it’s the first time you've probably ever been alone with Nanami. At the office, your department was one of the largest in the company. Being alone with anyone was slim to none— especially Nanami who typically went out of his way to avoid pointless interaction with others.

So, you start to think you’re one lucky girl. Maybe you’ve saved a nation in your past life, something remarkable of that nature to be in the position you’re in now.

Nanami doesn’t give you much more time to get lost in your thoughts, however.

The instant the steel doors of the elevator shut close once again, you gasp at the sudden force of movement. Nanami leans his back against the wall of the elevator and pulls your hand to drag you in front of him, making you stumble in between his legs. His hands find themselves on the small of your back, supporting your balance, and all you can do is look up at the mischievous smirk that has formed on his lips.

“Maybe I also want to show you off to the entire city below too. Fuck you right up against the window so everyone can see.”

Your cheeks begin to feel warm, feeling a sudden tinge of embarrassment strike at your chest. You give out a silent prayer in thanks to the mask that conceals your now blushing face, swallowing the lump in your throat and mustering up the courage to respond in the most confident way you can.

“Oh, so you’re not fancy at all— just plain old nasty .”

Nanami lets out another laugh, this time louder than the previous. God , the sound of laughter is like a sweet melody, just as gorgeous as his smile. Maybe you really did save a nation in your past life to be able to be alive in this very moment.

“Ouch, that one hurts. Aren’t ‘fairies’ like you supposed to be nice?”

You laugh alongside him, both your hands trailing up to rest flat on his chest. Standing up on the tips of your toes, your face comes inches away from his and your eyes trail to look at his lips in front of yours.

“Aw, did I hurt you, handsome?” You give me a quick wink, a hand grabbing his silk tie to pull him forward towards you. “Don’t worry, I can kiss it better.”

Nanami follows your lead, tilting his head and leaning forward to catch your lips on his. Contrary to your conversations filled with urgency and lust, the kiss is gentle, a soft greeting to each other's bodies for the first time. His lips are plush against yours, a little bit of tongue slipping in when his tongue swipes yours and grants access but still remaining tender, molding effortlessly in sync together. All you can do is close your eyes, completely indulging in the moment at hand.

You pull away moments later, much to your dismay in the need for air. When your eyes reopen, you catch the curve of Nanami’s lips hitched upwards in front of you into a satisfied grin, resulting in another giggle surpassing your lips.

“What? Fairy magic got you feeling better already?”

“Absolutely. You’re quite a phenomenal kisser.” Nanami’s grip on the small of your back dives lower, his hands now gripping the curve of your ass in an effort to pull your body even closer to his. “I think I’m addicted already— give me some more, will you?”

He doesn’t need to ask you twice.

Your hands move to wrap around behind his neck, closing the gap between your bodies. With your body in between his legs now completely latched on to his, your hands tangle the back of his head, bringing him down for another kiss.

The kiss this time around is desperate, needy, and in the search for more. Lips now acquainted, they waste no time in smashing against each other, tongues likewise dancing to explore one another deeper. Clothes began to feel constricting, and the seconds felt excruciatingly long during the remainder of the trip up the elevator to the top floor, hands exploring every inch of the skin available to both of your reaches.

You’re frankly not too sure how exactly Nanami managed to do so, but he successfully guided you into the correct suite without his hands and lips ever tearing away from yours. They only leave you momentarily to unzip the thin fabric of your dress off and on to the floor, tossing your now nearly exposed body onto the king-sized bed and pinning you underneath his larger frame.

Just from the way his hands worked, gripping and grabbing onto every inch of your skin he could, you could tell he’s already insanely rough in bed— and a tiny smile creeps up on your face at the pleasing thought.

Nanami Kento is truly nothing like the reserved, timid and calm man from the office you thought you knew.

“You’re a real freak, aren’t you?”

Nanami leans his face lower, lips hovering over yours. A proud, cocky smirk forms upon his lips at your words, the canines of his teeth peeking through.

“Maybe I am.” His voice is low, dripping with lust at the sight of your partially naked body, now merely inches away from your lips. “But something tells me you’re not that much different from me.”

You let out a chuckle, reciprocating the smirk on his lips afterwards with your own while your fingers begin fumbling to undo the buttons of his blue dress shirt.

“Maybe I am too.” You mimic his words, pausing your efforts to undo the buttons momentarily to grab onto his patterned gold tie again, pulling him even closer. “Maybe I’m just as freaky as you — so give me everything you got.”

Before Nanami even gets the opportunity to respond back, you bring his lips onto yours. The kiss is passionate, his lips swollen and plush from the earlier make out session, tongues now more than familiar with each other, yet still desperate for more.

“ Everything ? Are you sure?” Nanami asks, pulling away momentarily. He had to ask you now where the boundaries lay, immensely cautious of your limits and not to cross them. “I’ll stop anytime if you ask, the last thing I want to do is anything that might make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m sure, as long as it’s nothing entirely soul crushingly degrading and humiliating.” A small, reassuring smile curves on your lips. “Seriously though, I’ve never been surer about anything. And I’m on birth control too.”

Nanami smiles half-hardy back at you, and you can sense the hesitation still lingering behind. He liked his sex rough, and he just wasn’t too sure if you did too yet. Plus, he knew how sleazy certain people could be in these environments— he wanted to make it a hundred percent clear that you weren’t obliged to anything and had the power to opt out at any time.

You were genuinely appreciative of his concern for you, noting that he was truly a kind man at heart— another thing you wouldn’t have known about him from just his presence in the office. But you sincerely did just want the man in front of you to fuck you senseless and use your body in whatever way he wanted too. You had to take it up a notch for him to sincerely ease his apprehension— and you had the perfect idea.

“Look, I’ll let you know immediately if I feel uncomfortable, okay? So don’t worry about going too far for anything.” You bring a hand up to his jawline, gently stroking the soft skin in encouragement. “But what I really want is to help you grant your wish— daddy .”

Nanami’s eyes widens, a newfound flame burning up fueled by lust flowing across his body and a small, genuine grin now forming at your response.

All it took was one, single word to shake off his hesitations, replacing them with a newly awakened beast. Unknowingly, you’ve unlocked a new side of Nanami Kento he himself rarely finds activated.

Sure, he’d been with many women during his weekend rendezvous, but he’s beginning to find truth in Gojo’s words— there was no one quite like you who had the right talk and walk, flicking on a switch in his brain that made him a man that wanted nothing more in his life than to fuck the shit out of you.

“You’re saying then you can take anything daddy gives you then, right?”

His thumb grazes over your bottom lip, and in response you open your mouth just a bit wider, wrapping your lips around his thumb.

You were more than prepared to take on this new challenger— Nanami Kento had met his match.

“Use me however you want— I’m your little slut.”

Nanami sucks his teeth at your words, the other free hand now working to loosen the tie around his neck. The bud of his thumb presses harder down the pad of your tongue, and your lips wrap tighter around it, holding onto his hand with yours and looking right at his eyes visible through the eyeholes of his mask.

“You want to be my little fuckdoll tonight, don’t you?”

Unable to speak with his thumb in your mouth, you nod your head, looking up at him and grinning the best you could. Nanami smiles again, satisfied with your response.

“You’re going to be my little slutty fuckdoll...”

The long silky gold and speckled black fabric of Nanami’s tie soon finds its way around his hand. Releasing his thumb from your mouth, you let out a gasp with wide eyes as Nanami grabs a hold of your wrists, bringing them up to the headboard above you and tying them together with his tie.

You were now completely under his discretion, your body laid out in submission, truly like a doll only for him to use however he liked— and the thought is enough to initiate another familiar throb in between your legs.

“... and you’ll do just as daddy says.”

A small shiver travels down your spine, feeling Nanami leaning forward and trailing soft kisses from the side of your jawline and down your neck, taking his time to lick and suck the sensitive areas of your skin.

He pauses when he meets the cleavage of your breasts peeking out from your bra, hands gently guiding you to arch your back off the bed. Lean fingers skillfully undo the clasp on your back, sending the strapless piece of fabric to join your other discarded garments on the floor and leaving his mouth watering at the sight of your naked, perky nipples in full view.

“My gorgeous fucking doll.”

Large hands cup and roughly squeeze the mounds of flesh, resulting in a soft, breathy whimper to leave your mouth. His tongue works on one perked nipple, licking the sensitive bud while he pulls and pinches the other with his thumb and index fingers, repeating the process again and again until you’re left squirming under his touch.

Nanami finishes giving attention to both your breasts, proudly eyeing the trails of small bruises peppered over your chest afterwards. The tip of his index finger gently begins to dance upon your skin, beginning in between your breasts at the center of your body. He traces the small love marks, loving the way you shiver and let out a small whine at even the slightest touch and slowly slithers all the way down only pausing when they reach the wetness of your cunt, concealed past your damp underwear.

“Won’t you look at that.” Nanami smirks, pressing his fingers against your underwear. “Someone’s drenched already, aren’t they?”

Your body flinches when his fingers dig deeper in between your folds, a muffled moan escaping past your lips at the slight roughness of the fabric digging into your cunt.

“Tell me, doll, who made your pussy this soaked already?”

Nanami brings his face to hover over yours again and tilts your chin upwards to look you in the eye, awaiting your response.

“ You , daddy.”

The proud grin on his face widens, a thumb joining his index finger to slowly rub your clothed clit in small, teasing circles. Your breath hitches at the new sensation on your most sensitive bud, arching your back off the bed once again and letting out an airy moan just slightly louder than the previous.

“You’re really such a good girl, listening to me so well.” He coos and leans forward, leaving you a tender, yet teasing kiss that leaves you wanting more against your lips. “Makes me want to just eat you right up.”

“Then why don’t you?”

Nanami arches his eyebrows behind his mask, slightly taken aback but simultaneously impressed with your reply. A stifling chuckle soon breaks past his lips, bringing his hand up and squishing your chin in between his fingers, causing your mouth to partially open, tongue sticking out.

“You’re right. Good, slutty girls like you deserve a reward, don’t they?”

His hand moves again, this time finding its way past the band of your underwear and inside the fabric instead. Two fingers slowly stroke past your bare clit, and then in between your wet folds, touching just enough to give you some sort of relief, but not enough penetration to fully relieve you. It leaves you whimpering, loving the touches you’re getting, but wanting even the slightest bit more .

“Tell me another thing, doll.” The finger covered with your slick leaves your underwear, Nanami bringing it up for both you and him to examine in between your faces. He spreads his two fingers apart, and the both of you watch the glistening slick stretch between the two fingers. “How do you taste when you’re all wet because of me?”

Nanami’s two fingers press down on your tongue again, and you close your mouth, embracing the digits with your tongue. Your tongue laps around his fingers, eyes looking right into his as your tastebuds savour the flavour of your own juices. Your tongue hangs out when you open your mouth again, freeing his fingers from your tongue after you suck all the slick clean off of them.

“It tastes so delicious...”  

“My pretty girl likes her own flavour, hm?” Nanami’s grip on either side of your cheeks gets the slightest bit firmer. “Let me get a taste for myself.”

He leans forward, giving you a single, slow lick against your tongue with his, another whimper vibrating in your throat at your now pulsating core. When he pulls away afterwards, a low chuckle can’t help but leave his mouth, looking at your needy expression in desire for more than what his mere teasing leaves you with.

“Hm, I’m definitely going to need a better taste than that, don’t you think?”

Nanami doesn’t wait for your response, already beginning to leave a trail of kisses down your body. You slowly pry your legs open for him when he reaches your pelvis, allowing him to shift his body to lay flat on the bed in between your thighs. A tender kiss is left on one side of your inner thigh, ushering you to prop your legs upwards so he can get a better view, and you can’t help but let out another shudder at his lips ghosting closer to your most sensitive area.

His hand trails upward towards the band of your underwear, fingers latching onto the sides of lacy garment resting on your hips. With the tug of his fingers, the fabric peels off of your body, a glossy string of slick trailing from your wet cunt to the center of your underwear now stained with a patch of wetness. Nanami assists you eagerly in pulling the garment all the way down your legs, until he’s able to grab them in his hands and toss them somewhere in the floor of the hotel room to join your previously discarded clothing.

It’s a sight that makes his mouth water and cock stiffen inside his pants even more, suddenly starving in the pit of his stomach to get even the tiniest taste. It’s a sight he’s again, seen numerous times before in his weekend rendezvous, but the first to get him riled up the way he was before he even truly began to explore your body.

Your legs are spread and propped open, drenched pussy glistening with slick dangerously close to staining the sheets below, and arms still bound by his tie tied around the headboard of the bed. Your breaths come in shallow pants, heavy in anticipation of whatever is to come next, your body squirming desperately searching for even that tiny moment of relief. And in the middle of it all, watching your every movement is Nanami in between your legs— a smirk plastered on his face and a glowing twinkle in his eye.

You were a feast laid out just for him, a beast wanting nothing more than to devour his prey.

And so, he decides to do just that.

“Daddy’s going to make you feel so good baby, your pussy will be wet just like this all week thinking about me.”

Nanami leans forward, spreading your cunt with his fingers and taking the first, agonizing slow lick up your dripping slit, collecting the juices threatening to spill on to his tongue. You let out a whine, head instantly thrown back at alleviating sensation.

“Fuck…”

Your pleased curse comes out in a mutter, but it’s more than enough to fuel Nanami. He traces his tongue back and forth on your slit, occasionally sticking his tongue in and out of your cunt, and increasingly picking up his pace every time he hears you whimper in delight and your body gradually wriggling more and more. The sound is music to his ears— a melody of sorts he’s more than determined to play all night.

When the tip of his tongue deliberately finds its way to brush on your clit, your body jolts, and another, breathy moan fills the air. Nanami instantly holds you down, wrapping an arm around your thighs, restraining your movements to jump away from him, and allowing him to continue to attack on your most sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh…my god… please…” You whine, your tied up hands searching for something to desperately grasp on to but finding nothing. “...please don’t stop… ”

It’s all you can groan out, Nanami showing no mercy in sucking on the swollen bud, flicking his tongue rapidly against it like it’s all he knew how to do. His tongue is incredibly skilled, and Nanami knows it too— simply by the way your body was thrashing already under him, a sign he knew too well of what was to come next.

He wonders how much farther you can go, what kind of reaction he can get from your body if just plays around with you just a bit further. Curiosity controls his movements, a long, lone finger on his free hand coming up and teasingly stroking your wet cunt, before inserting itself effortlessly in.

And you like it— so much so you feel yourself dripping even more , without a doubt now staining the bed sheets below when his finger curls and picks up the pace, fucking your cunt alongside his tongue working on your clit. But both Nanami and you know one isn’t enough, despite the fact he can hear your whimpers grow louder and can practically feel your cunt clenching, throbbing on his one sole finger, he knows he needs to stretch you out even further to fully prepare you for the main course— his dick in his pants that was now harder than ever.

You were close, so close already, hips thrusting to fuck his finger and face the best you could being under his grasp. When Nanami adds a second finger to join the first, fingering your pussy relentlessly, your eyes shut close, the pit of your stomach tightening and your body beginning to convulse from the intensity of it all.

“Oh my god… I… I’m going to—”

With one last final cry, your back arches the best it can under Nanami’s strength, holding your thighs down while your first orgasm of the night rips out, liquid squirting all over him.

Nanami lets you ride your orgasm out on his fingers and tongue, leaving slower, gentle licks and flicks on your clit and cunt. When your thrusting stops, he pulls away, a grin forming on his face now wet from your squirting, looking at the scene of liquid splattered on the bed sheets, the skin of your stomach and thighs, and your puffed, swollen clit.

You’re left panting, body now completely relaxed on top of the bed in an attempt to recollect yourself. You’re truthfully a bit in a state of shock, not only from how mind blowing it was to be eaten out by the Nanami Kento, but how fast it all happened. You weren’t normally one to reach an orgasm, let alone be so turned on and fucked good to squirt the way you did so quickly and easily— but you really shouldn’t be that surprised. Nanami Kento was definitely nothing remotely close to your ordinary hookup.

Nanami adjusts his body to sit back upright, undoing the last few buttons on his shirt before letting it fall onto the floor behind him. You can’t help but lick your lips at the sight of his now naked torso, his upper body somehow even more chiseled and built than what you fantasized it to be.

It leaves you wondering what other areas—specifically below the belt— will be even better than what your fantasies envisioned them to be.

“You made a mess.” Nanami’s tone is stern, yet simultaneously integrated with a hint of pride knowing he’s the complete reason why the mess is there in the first place.

You lift your head up, examining the damage done. He’s entirely correct— drops of your liquid drip down his chin, his chest, and ultimately join the damp bed sheets below.

“It’s your fault.”

“Maybe it is.” Nanami leans back in hovering over your face once more, leaving soft kisses on the side of your neck in between his words. “But you know, I think you should still be responsible for cleaning up after your own messes.”

Continuing to leave your neck with gentle kisses and nips, his hands work to swiftly undo the knot that binds your wrists together. The soreness of your arms bound together alleviates almost instantly when they fall onto the bed, allowing for a moment of peace and calmness to overtake your body.

Indisputably, it lasts just a moment and not even a second longer. Time was of the essence to Nanami, after all.

In a blink of an eye your body is flipped. You were now laying on top of Nanami, an arm wrapped around the back of your waist and the other lifting your chin up towards him once more.

“Lick it all clean off of me, and maybe you’ll get a reward you’ve been waiting for at the end.”

Nanami grips your chin, pulling your face in for another passionate kiss on your lips. A faintly salty flavour remains on his lips causing you to graze your tongue against his in the hopes for a better taste, and when you do you can’t help but to express your satisfaction through a small, moaning against him.

“My sweet, dirty doll.” Nanami smirks against your lips in between the kisses. “You like the taste of yourself that much, don’t you?”

You pull away, countering a smile back.

“I’ll like the taste of you better.”

Parting from his lips, you shuffle your body again to sit on your knees in between Nanami’s spread legs, his back now against the headboard behind him. Leaning forward to rest your upper body on his pelvis while your hands roam the muscles of his toned abdomen and forearms. You begin to trail down his body, slowly tracing with your tongue the liquid droplets across his neck and torso, cleaning and wiping them away from his skin and onto your tastebuds.

Your eyes flicker upwards, watching Nanami’s eyes pierce at your every action in awe observing you drag your tongue lower and lower across his body until your fingers start to play with the waistband of his pants. Your breasts push up against the now evident bulge in his pants, his cock throbbing for anything more you could give him— causing Nanami to desperately chew on the insides of his bottom lip to prevent himself from just pinning you back down on the bed and fucking you senseless already.

“You’ll let me taste you, won’t you, daddy ?” You bat your eyelashes up at him, and even through the eyeholes of the mask Nanami is struck by your request, hard in more places than one. “I want to make you feel so good you’ll cum in my mouth and I can taste how delicious you are.”

Unfastening the button of his pants, you bring your finger to slowly undo the zipper, teasingly brushing against his cock desperate to be released from its constriction past his briefs. The bulge is even bigger than you imagined now released from the one thicker layer of the fabric of his pants, making you gulp in anticipation.

“You want to make daddy feel good?” Nanami hisses, a hand sneaking up behind your head to tangle in your hair.

You tug at the rest of his bottoms, pulling down the remainder of his pants and briefs until they pooled to his ankles, kicked off and discarded with the other articles of clothing on the floor. Your breath gets caught in your throat at the sight before you— his veiny, erected cock standing proud, both extremely generous in length and girth.

Nanami definitely was in no way exaggerating earlier in the night when he used the numbers eleven and six to describe his cock.

A flurry of questions enter your mind: how was something of this caliber supposed to fit inside you? Down your throat? But how would something this large feel? Your cunt throbs at the imagination alone, subconsciously rubbing your legs together just the slightest.

There was only one way to find out the answer to your questions.

“You got so big and hard— just for me…” You whisper, wrapping a hand around the base only to let out a breathy exhale when you see how it’s not enough to even grip the entire circumference. “... I can’t wait to taste you…”

Gathering a pool of saliva inside your mouth, you let a trail of spit land just on the tip of his dick, covering the head with a new, sheen gloss. Your two hands begin spreading the saliva onto the remainder of his dick, slowly stroking up and down his shaft in what Nanami feels is an almost painfully agonizing pace.

It takes an immense amount of self control from Nanami to hold himself back again from just thrusting his hips upwards into your ajar mouth, jaw dropped simply due to how mesmerized you were by the shape and length of his cock. Unknowingly, your breath is hot, and mixed with the warmth of your hands wrapping tightly up and down makes it insanely difficult for Nanami to keep his composure intact. He wonders what you would look like if he just shoved his dick in your mouth right now, pushing far enough so his cock would protrude out of your cheek, maybe causing a tear or two to escape your eyes because you're choking on his cock, far too big for your tiny mouth.

But in this exact moment, all he can do is watch you, patiently waiting in anticipation of your next move and when you’ll free his throbbing cock from it’s imprisonment. He doesn’t see the need to dwell in imagination any further— he would make sure to see it play out soon enough in reality.

“Oh!” Your eyes go wide for a second, before a small smirk spreads across your face when you realize just what that unfamiliar feeling under the palm of your hands is. “I felt that… you’re thinking something nasty right now aren’t you?”

“I’m thinking about you .” Nanami groans out, voice caught in between your hands gently squeezing just a bit harder. “How pretty you’ll look when I fuck that cute little mouth of yours, making you choke on my cock until you cry.”

You let out a small giggle, grazing a thumb across the slit of his cock that causes another wince upon his face. A small ooze of precum seeps past the slit, and you can’t help but lick your lips at the sight.

“Do it then.” You lean forward, taking a single lick of the tip of his dick, eyes locked onto his pupils behind the mask while the salty taste bombards your tastebuds. “Fuck my pretty little mouth just made to suck your big cock.”

Your tongue slowly begins to swirl the head of his dick, a thumb coming in between to graze across the sensitive slit. You can feel a particular prominent vein rubbing down the shaft of his cock throb under your grasp once more, inspiring you to trace your tongue along it up and down in the hopes of calming it down.

But you and Nanami know all too well it doesn’t—  in fact doing quite the opposite in reality. His cock becomes even more stiff at the sight of your tongue providing just a tease of what he needs, hungry and desperate for just some relief.

Nanami ultimately begins to think you're more of an angel instead of a fairy. A horny, beautiful, ethereal being that answers his silent pleas at last when you finally take his dick in your mouth.

You wrap your lips around the entire head, taking his length into your mouth and beginning to bob your head up and down. His dick is too big, your mouth only able to take barely half of his length, one hand working in its place to pump the remaining area your mouth is unable to reach.

The breath Nanami has been holding back finally escapes, eyes fluttering shut and head tilting back succumbing to the ecstasy of your tongue working in sync with your puckered lips, swirling around his shaft just perfectly every time his length enters the depths of your mouth. Nanami’s blown away at how good— really fucking good— your tongue works his cock, and he begins to become convinced maybe your mouth really was made to suck cock.

Yet, he thinks with a little help from him, you could make it an experience even better than ever before.

“You suck my cock so good, doll.” His hand lands gently on the top of your head, caressing it in encouragement briefly before it sneaks past to the back of your head again, tangling his fingers in your hair to pull it back and away from your face. “But I know you can do even better than this.”

The hand on the back of your head guides your pace, raising the speed of your head bobbing back and forth alongside the increase of spit formulating onto his cock, dribbling out the corners of your mouth. The sight of trails of spit coming down your chin releases an almost animalistic groan from Nanami, holding your head down just the slightest bit further than before and allowing the tip of his dick to meet the back of your throat.

Nanami holds your head there, watching your eyes begin to glisten looking right up at him. Your entire mouth is filled with more of his length than you could take, now being unable to even breathe properly, choking on his cock instead.

The sight is just as good as his imagination, perhaps even better . Messy, dirty, and sloppy— Nanami’s favourite type of blowjob, done effortlessly by you.

You gasp for air when Nanami releases your head, a trail of spit connecting your bottom lip to the tip of his cock. A smile curves on your lips looking up at Nanami’s expression above you, chest rising up and down in the growing lack of steady breaths, a bead of sweat rolling down from the side of forehead, teeth gritted, and a hand pumping his now wet cock.

“You like choking on cock, don’t you?” His free hand comes up to grab just under your chin, lifting your face up towards him. “That little cunt of yours is probably just dripping wet after taking a fat cock down your throat.”

Your hand trails down your body, feeling the wetness of the dripping saliva and sheen of sweat beginning to coat your body. A different type of wetness is found when your fingers reach between your legs, however, enough present to drench your entire cunt.

“I love choking on daddy’s cock…” You moan out, slipping a finger effortlessly in your own lubricated pussy. “...it turns me on so much, makes me so horny for more.”

Nanami curses under his breath, subconsciously pumping his cock faster watching you whimper and whine at your own finger fucking your cunt.  

“Open that fucking slutty mouth again.” Nanami commands. “You’re going to let me fuck that throat of yours until my cum is shooting down your throat— and add another fucking finger in your pussy while you're at it.”

You oblige without hesitation, slipping another finger inside your cunt while opening your mouth once more. Nanami’s hand rejoins the back of your head, holding you steady before sliding his cock into your mouth.

It becomes incredibly difficult to breathe, the little air you do have used on moaning against his cock repeatedly thrusting without mercy into your mouth. The head of his cock continuously attacks the back of your throat, now sore from the consistent assault but you can do nothing but take it, a situation that makes you throb between your legs.

You were being used just like a doll, his doll— and in this moment there was nothing more you wanted than that.

Stars fill your vision, and you’re not entirely sure if its from how good your cunt feels, fingers knuckles deep fucking yourself, or if its the sound of Nanami’s moans filling the air growing louder and louder as his hips start to lose their pace. Perhaps it's the combination of both, unwinding the familiar knot in your stomach that makes you release a loud, muffled moan against his dick, your fingers frantically riding out your high.

The vibration of your moan against his dick is the last straw for Nanami, letting out one last groan before shooting his ropes of white cum down your throat, the salty flavour bombarding your tastebuds. It’s a taste you’ve been dying for, and you savour every last drop, swallowing it all down your throat.

“Show me.” Nanami pulls his cock away from your mouth, instantly gripping your chin one again, forcing you to open your mouth. “Show me you swallowed it all.”

You lick your lips, before opening your mouth wide open, sticking your tongue proudly out to display the cleanness of the pad of your tongue.

Nanami is a serious, calm and realistic man par excellence, his intellect leading him to make decisions with the greatest possible logic and efficiency. It cannot be said that this is something he is proud of; it is simply the way of seeing the world that he was born with. And, probably, the same that a large part of the population has today: be productive, earn money, hold on to your dreams for the future, but now focus on producing. Once you accept and understand the system, it is easier to live within it. But in return, you sacrifice your passion, your dreams, your happiness, in exchange for that blissful stability that productivity guarantees. And Nanami is aware of all this, and knows that she will only allow herself to achieve what she desires when he no longer has to be productive. He will read that pile of unstarted books, take that long-awaited trip, find the love of her life... when he moves away from production. Or so he tries. Because even the most stoic man is still a man, condemned to his emotional and vulnerable nature. Condemned to instability, because he is condemned to experience feelings as chaotic as love.

Y/n is the danger to his stability, and the reason why Kento is about to say ‘screw living to produce’ and read, travel and love. It could be an act of rebellion against this monotonous and individualistic society, but the only loser would be him. Or the only winner?

‘It's so confusing to be a human in humanity.’

During one of the breaks at work, y/n said this to Nanami in a completely different context: the poor girl was trying to get a soft drink from a vending machine, but since she couldn't get the drink to come out, she started ranting about how some things in society that, theoretically, were supposed to make one's life easier, seemed to be designed to be incomprehensible. When Kento offered to buy her something at the nearest café, y/n forgot her complaints and happily accepted, but that little phrase has been haunting him for the last few days.

Because of this nonsense, and a huge collection of similar nonsense, Kento is considering the possibility of forgetting about producing and giving way to feeling. And by ‘consider’, he means ‘either I get away from this woman now or I won't be able to resist the urge to caress her’. But walking away is not an option. Not now, after so many conversations with you. Short or long, deep or simple, talking to you is an almost divine connection for him, and he cannot even consider abstaining himself from you.

From the first mission you had to do together, you both felt a sense of belonging with each other, even though it was the first time you had met. Like any introvert, you were somewhat closed off and shy around him. However, you didn't completely shut him out, which is something you never do with strangers. Without even trying, he took advantage of that small opening in your character, and from there you started talking during breaks, which escalated to eating together, which evolved into going out together really frequently... Yes, you two are good friends or whatever.

You talk too much, he is the biggest fan of your voice. You think too much, he brings you back to reality with his logic. You are completely disorganised in every way, he enjoys tidying up your mess. You hate cooking, he enjoys cooking. You are humorous and sarcastic, he... is not, but he finds your humour intelligent. You both have a natural intellectual curiosity. That's probably the first thing he learned to love about you.

Today is the day. Nanami really has no idea what the right decision to make about you is. Should he declare his love or remain silent forever? Should he read, travel and love, or just work? Produce or feel? So he's going to talk about this whole situation that has been making him sick for months now with the only person he asks for advice: y/n. With the excuse of just another simple dinner at his apartment, as usual, so as not to make a big drama out of the situation. Although self-confident, Kento can't help but be embarrassed and hesitant when it comes to opening his heart.

"Kentooooo. Open up. Open up." Hearing you knock on the door, he smiles. As he has gotten to know you, he has seen different sides of you: at first, you would ring the doorbell once and wait patiently. Now you just knock on the door the whole time until he opens it, repeating his name several times while you wait. Your trust is something he values greatly; he knows that you are not good at being yourself with others. Luckily (ahem, thanks to his efforts to create an atmosphere of trust between you), you have already developed a great deal of trust in him. Like a kind of “best friend”... ‘I have a thousand things to tell you. Have you met that boy, Yuji, Sukuna's vessel? Oh my God, I saw him for the first time today...’

When you open the door, he already has that smile he always greets you with. That smile he always has when you're around. You both go into his kitchen, where Kento starts cooking while you just watch, sitting on the counter. He listens to what you say, nodding and asking a few questions from time to time. You also encourage him to talk, which he appreciates more than you can imagine; it makes him happy that you are also interested in such silly and boring things as his day at work. Probably because you don't see it as silly and boring, and you pay more attention to the emotions he feels throughout the day than what he actually does. Yes, he loves you. Very much.

However, he is unable to hide the nervousness that consumes him inside. He thought for a few seconds about postponing the conversation about the nature of his feelings towards y/n, but quickly pushed that thought out of his head. No, today is the day. He has been putting off this topic for many days, so today he has even written a letter. He knows he is not good at expressing himself with words... but if he has to do it somehow, he will do better in writing than speaking. Looking directly into your eyes, which Kento finds adorable, is difficult enough, he cannot imagine what it must be like to talk about the complexity of his emotions while looking at them.

‘You seem a little... strange? No, that's not the word. Nervous, perhaps?’

‘Hm? Why do you say that, y/n?’

"You're more tense than usual, I don't know. It's probably just my imagination, don't worry. I always try to act all clever and interesting by trying to detect patterns of behaviour in others, but I end up making a fool of myself and the only pattern I detect is myself trying to prove how smart I am to others, when clearly I'm not." You joke, between a self-deprecating laugh and your unique, acid sarcasm.

‘I think that...’

‘Fuck no. Now you're going to give me a sweet compliment and it's going to look like I was fishing for compliments like a beggar desperate for external validation. No.’

‘Y/n. I think that we should set the table, I'm about to finish dinner.’

He wasn't really going to say that (ahem, he was going to flatter her as the simp he is), but at least he gets a good laugh out of y/n.

Dinner goes as usual: well. Although she does 80% of the talking, as he isn't able to say much. As much as it pains him not to be able to hear properly what y/n is saying, he's just completely nervous. Maybe that damn letter isn't enough. Or it's too dry. Or it's confusing, blunt, not direct enough, too direct... He checked the text about fifty times before printing it, but when it comes to y/n, everything feels inadequate to him. You can't describe something as chaotic as love with words, which are a mere translation of nature.

‘Okay, you're definitely nervous. You've adjusted your tie five times already. In a minute. Come on, spill it. Did Gojo send you on some stupid errand? Are you afraid that tomorrow is Saturday and you don't know what to do with your life with so much free time?’ You smile slightly, but this time you're not really joking. The subtle concern in your eyes is noticeable. Well, it's time. Goodbye stability, goodbye devotion to productivity. He feels like he's going to explode.

'None of that. It's just... I have to be honest with you.' Seeing the look of utter HORROR on your face, he immediately stops talking. 'It's nothing bad, y/n. Please, I don't want you to get nervous or feel uncomfortable in any way...'

‘Nanami, if you don't keep talking right fucking now, I'm going to cry out of impatience. I'm scared.’ He exhales deeply before continuing.

"Excuse me. Please... take your time." Finally, the blond man plucks up the courage to give you that damn letter, which he had kept in his pocket. Anyone would expect that, having been kept in such a place, the paper would be very creased and neglected, but this is Nanami we're talking about: it is perfectly folded inside a small envelope, which is easy to store anywhere without creasing.

You're in shock. I mean, you're not stupid. You assume that if the only man you see regularly gives you a letter while he's nervous, it must be him declaring his love. And in part it is, but... you didn't know that the reality was a little more complex.

✉️ 𓂃🖊 Dear Y/n, I don't understand what's happening to me. It's a rather stupid way to start a letter, but I can't think of anything better to sum up my emotional state right now. You are the only person I trust my feelings and perception of the world to, the only one I turn to for advice, and the only one capable of offering me comfort. Your honest nature is what prompted me to write this letter. I need to ask your advice on a much more delicate, complex problem with no apparent correct solution. I would like to be able to talk about this naturally, but I've tried many times and I don't feel capable. I hope my writing accurately reflects the depth of my feelings. At this point, it's no mystery that I love you. Y/n, you're wonderful. I've never met anyone like you. I know you don't quite believe me when I insist on how intelligent, funny, empathetic, and kind you are, but if anyone ever made you think otherwise, that means you weren't meant for those people. The more time I spend with you, the clearer it becomes to me that if anyone is capable of amazing me in every possible way, it's you. You handle my imperfections so gently that I even forget about them, and nothing gives me greater satisfaction than helping you with what you call ‘your imperfections’. I dare not claim that I am the right one for you, as I doubt that someone like me is worthy of such an honour, but I know that no other woman has amazed me as much in my entire earthly existence as you have. However, you know very well that I am not a sensitive person, and I find it especially difficult to understand the complexity of all these feelings. You also know that I fear chaos. The unknown brings chaos. You, your essence itself, is a balm for my soul, but my feelings towards you are... unknown. You also know that I have never explored any of my dreams, even though we have talked about this many times. I refuse to read, to travel, to love, because of the stability that producing gives me. Being with you makes me focus more on everything I decide to simply long for from afar, tempting me to try it right now. 'What would happen if I started reading more instead of working those extra hours? What would happen if I took a holiday and finally travelled to Malaysia? What would happen if I finally accepted my love for y/n and held her in my arms while we forgot about the world around us?'. Once, while you were banging on that vending machine at work, you said to me, “It's so confusing to be human in humanity.” Yes, y/n, it is. Because I have desires, passions and dreams, which seem natural and belong to me, but society seems to be doing its utmost to make these dreams unattainable if, at the same time, I want a stable and secure working life. I don't understand what's happening to me, or to anyone else in society. Humans are not allowed to act like humans... What do we become if we don't follow what makes us who we are, then? Production machines, without emotions or desires? I love you. I don't have any answers, but I have your company. I know that together we will reach the perfect conclusion. You have a beautiful soul, a quick mind, and a love for the world that makes those of us who are dulled by productivity shine. Yours sincerely, Kento Nanami. ✉️ 𓂃🖊 

You both know that you are not a crybaby, far from it. You have your moments, like everyone else, but your emotional reactions do not usually involve tears. However, for the first time, Nanami sees you with teary eyes. Confused, with his limited understanding of feelings and influenced by his nervousness, he freezes, not quite sure what to do. You have never cried in front of him, so he had not considered the possibility of you actually crying. He had imagined multiple possible scenarios, speculating on your reaction to reading the letter, but none of them included... this.

‘You're very, very stupid,’ you exhale as you frown, with a somewhat sad look, but full of... chaos. Full of love.

‘I don't understand what you mean by that, y/n,’ he replies softly, much more tense and rigid than usual, but trying to sound as gentlemanly as ever. He is very, very nervous. He did not expect this.

‘Kento... it's very likely that my view is coloured by my own selfish interests, but I'll try to be as logical as possible.’ You take a deep breath before continuing. He focuses all his attention on you. Unlike him, you have an innate ability to express both your arguments and emotions with words. ‘I don't quite understand why you associate what is worthwhile with what is stable. Because sometimes... it's just not like that.’

» Everything in this life takes work, even that job you're so keen on now has taken effort. Your reward for producing is that everything remains balanced, in order, under your control... but, again, how much does that fill your soul, Kento? The important thing here is that you know how to differentiate between which efforts and which rewards are better: whether the process of loving me and the result of my love feels better, or whether the process of working and the result of money and balance feels better. Whether the process of reading and the result of expanding your knowledge feels better, whether the process of travelling and the result of seeing the world feels better... or whether the process of producing and the result of false stability feels better. Because you're human, for fuck's sake, and you cease to be human when you act against your own essence.

» I'm not saying you should quit your job and we should opt for a life as hermits in the most remote forest in the country (I wish we would ,though), but I am asking you, almost begging you, not to give up your essence just to keep the peace. You are the best at organising, I am sure you can give each aspect of your life the time it needs without having to devote yourself completely to one of them. Work, read, travel, love. Kento, I love you too. I love the essence that lies beneath your professionalism, which I have had the honour of getting to know... No, I can't allow you to continue giving up what I love so much for something as stupid as producing. I love you. Everything you feel, I feel twice as much, including my love for you. I have also been in love with you since who knows when, and I don't need anything to be clearer than that: I want to develop my essence alongside yours, so expert and so foolish at the same time.

You haven't shed a single tear, but you've managed to have a deep effect the man in front of you. Although his emotion seems like a kind of block: he doesn't move, staring at you and breathing deeply. Of course your words affect him this way. He is probably looking for logical arguments to refute your belief, but it is very difficult to go against one's own nature. And the only thing that comes naturally to him, almost viscerally, is to share that blissful essence of his that you have mentioned so many times with you. 

You had never seen Nanami like this before. In everyday life, he always seems prepared for anything, nothing surprises him, and he has everything planned out. So until today, you didn't know how he reacted when he was surprised. And, truthfully, even though the moment feels tense and serious, you can't help but feel tenderness: the strong, calm man becoming weak because of your simple words sends a shiver down your spine. You've made him a mess. A mess, because the chaos of love has thrown him into chaosas well.

Almost at the same time, you both get up, with the same intention: to seek each other's touch. Kento was right, words are simply a translation of nature, and affection cannot be expressed accurately just by talking. He places his hands around your face, leaving you motionless, almost breathless, for a few seconds. You have never seen his face so close, but it leaves you so amazed that you feel on the verge of suffering from Stendhal syndrome.

"Y/n. I too desire nothing more than to develop my humanity by your side. If you allow me, I will also take care of yours.‘ He pauses for a few seconds, which he uses to kiss your forehead as tenderly as possible. He closes his eyes, your head still in his hands, breathing in that fragrance he has always felt when he is with you, but now more closely. ’You have me dazzled. Your words are my medicine. You make it impossible for me to find arguments against you."

‘That's not called medicine. It's called being smart and always being right.’ You say satirically as you let out a little chuckle, and so does he. ‘But I'm tired of words, I've said too many and they carry too much weight.’

‘I've been tired of words since the moment I started loving you.’ And, still maintaining his characteristic delicacy, he slowly approaches you to finally place his lips on yours, giving you the chance to pull away if you want to. But, obviously, you definitely don't want to pull away, so you reciprocate his kiss with much more energy. Your impatient nature makes you demand more from his lips, but he is there to soothe you.

‘Y/n, we have all the time in the world. Let me do this right, okay?’ Seeing your disappointed face, he smiles the sweetest smile you have ever seen. How could you dare to protest at such a sight?

Indeed, he takes all the time he wants with you, letting his caresses, hugs and kisses confess what he has not been able to express in his letter. He finally shows you how devoted he is to you, becoming for a few hours the most affectionate person in the world. Finally collapsing before the chaos to which he is truly bound, condemned, because that is what his essence begs him to do. It is complicated to be human in humanity, but at least he knows that with you his human nature comes out on its own, at ease, far from any complications. It is complicated not to live to produce, but his real fate was to end up with you.