Warnings : neck kisses and hickeys, last line is suggestive, reader is gender-neutral!
Genre : fluff with a bit of spice
Word count : 0.6K words
Additional notes : The song that's playing is Sway by Michael Bublé.
Synopsis : Two bodies can become one to the beat of the music.
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Too busy humming to myself to Michael Bublé's voice playing from the stereo system, I carefully placed the steaming dinner dishes on the dining table. Before I could even turn to call for my husband, warm hands found themselves digging into my hips, tugging me away from behind the chair to the empty space near the speakers.
Deep voice resonating in my ear as he sang softly, Kento's palms pulled me closer to his body until my hips were rubbing against his warmth. Seemingly of my own accord, it felt as though him singing the words was him commanding me, and I found myself swaying along to the beat, heart thumping furiously against my ribcage.
The way his thumb gently drew circles against my heated skin had me pushing back against him, wanting more of him pressed to me, as my hand held onto his. His hips followed the movements of my own, and I could feel every inch of him. Somewhat hypnotic, his voice rendered me weak and limbless in his hold, pliant to his every request.
The way he was all over me without actually being all over me was so sensual, despite all his touches being so strikingly innocent and nothing but intimate. It struck something inside me that had warmth pooling into my belly, and my body almost liquidated in his arms. His strong hold on me didn't let up, and for some reason I found his sturdiness even more attarctive.
As we pushed and pulled against each other, perfectly in sync despite having never learnt how to dance, his singing shifted to a low murmur of the lyrics as he bent down, chest pressing against my back as his head came down to rest against my shoulder. Sighing softly, I felt Kento nuzzle my skin for a moment, his blonde hair tickling me as he inhaled sharply, his voice reduced to a mere hum as he swayed with me.
Before I could even register what was happening, his lips were falling in tandem on the side of my neck, pressing feather-light kisses that had me thrumming in delight. Sucking gently at my skin, I could feel his teeth grazing against my neck with every mark he was so sure to give me. I would have difficulty covering up his display of affection in the morning, that's for sure.
As he left open-mouthed kisses against that spot he knew and memorized so well, I couldn't help but whimper a little, turning putty in his hands. Unable to resist it, my arm reached out, searching for his face in my blissed haze, before my hand finally rested on his jaw, cupping him and pulling him even closer to me.
Those big hands crept up to rest on my stomach, his kisses unforgiving and relentless. The music had long faded into background noise, the only indication that it had ever existed being our bodies that were still entwined.
"How about we head inside, sweetheart?" he mumbled, the vibrations of his chest reverberating against my back.
Mustering up what little resolve I had, I tried to protest, "But the food---"
"Can wait," he interrupted, teeth tugging at my earlobe for a second, causing my grip on his jaw to slacken while he chuckled deeply, pushing himself against me even more, earning a gasp and a blush from me, before whispering in my ear, "But I can't."
Sometimes I hate my brain. One moment I was just running around as usual in Liyue trying to get comission done and the next it reminded me that Nanami had only drawn smiling twice in all the time he was alive in the manga.
#and i think nanami comes back this next ep i cant watch it for a bit but :3 #evil women evil women #arent u tired of being nice dont u just want to go apeshit. #sometimes villains with depth are fun but truly nothing hits like characters who are just insane just for fun