Nanami X Reader (FINISHED)

Nanami Sketching

You and Nanami had been friends for about a year when he recently asked you to be his girlfriend, and of course, you said yes. You had just started dating, so recently, you hadn’t shared a kiss—just held hands and hugged occasionally. One conversation led to another, and now he was lying shirtless on your bed while you straddled his lap. Your pen glided smoothly over his toned abdomen as your fingers explored the curves and dips of his abs. You glanced up to find him gazing down at you, his sleepy eyes clear behind his glasses. His blonde hair was a tousled mess, and one muscular arm was resting behind his head while the other lay at his side.

“Are you almost done, princess?” he muttered, his voice deep and smooth.

“Mhm,” you replied quickly, averting your eyes from his gaze. “Are you really going to get a tattoo of this?” you asked as you continued to sketch the tiger on his side, avoiding eye contact while your hands shook slightly.

Namami noticed this and smirked a bit. He reached his free arm out to place it on your thigh, making you stop drawing and stare at his hand.

“Yeah… if you're worried about making a mistake, it's alright. I'm sure the actual tattoo artist will fix it up”, he said, as he began to make small circles on your thigh with his fingers, his hazel eyes locked onto yours.

“Y-You're right, I think I'm going to take a break.” You struggled to get your sentence out as your eyes wandered from his eyes to his chest and then back up to his lips; you didn’t even notice you were doing it. 

A small chuckle escaped his lips. 

“What is it, y/n?” He sat upright and reached out both hands to cup your cheek analyzing your face.

You look back into his eyes, and you find yourself leaning closer to him, and before you know it, your lips are pressed against his in a soft, longing kiss. 

After a moment, the kiss went further as Nanami slipped his tongue into your mouth without warning; he pulled you up closer onto his lap, his hands resting on your ass, gripping it tightly, causing you to moan in his mouth. 

He pulls away, allowing you to catch your breath. He licks his lips and smiles at you, laughing slightly as he watches you blush completely, breathless. “You’re so fucking cute, y/n”

“I—um...” You tried your best, but no sentence would form; it didn't matter, though, as he leaned in for another kiss. 

It was sloppy and lustful, his hand started to roam your body, and he started playing with the hem of your shirt before his hand slowly slipped underneath your shirt, cupping your boobs through your bra; it surprised you, but you didn’t pull away, you didn’t want to.

He picked you up from his lap, and placed you on your back, on the bed hovering over you, his eyes darkening, eyeing your body, as he fixed to ask you something.

“Princess, do you ever touch yourself?” he asked softly, filled with genuine curiosity.

Your stomach filled with butterflies, and you could feel the blush creeping up your face. Despite your embarrassment, he sounded so sexy asking that.

You nod your head, too shy to speak.

He leaned down closer to you, his breath hot on your ear. “Speak up for me, sweetheart,” he said in a soft yet assertive tone. 

“I do…sometimes” you whisper

He shifted from your ear, placing kisses on your neck. 

“Show me.”