Hes Not My Bias But Literal Brain Rot For The Past Two Days

he’s not my bias but literal brain rot for the past two days

come, come into my world ♡ for @joshuas

the way my eyes are bulging out of my head

rb in the tags what would be the physical feature used to identify you in fanfiction of you if you were a fictional character

the spring to your smile

pairing: ??? x gn!reader

prompt: n/a

word count: ~200

warnings: n/a

daisy’s notes: a little project i’m working on! i’ll add links to each (along with the associated name) as they get posted. (i’ll also be writing treasure versions of this since the spring announcements have been the entire reason i’m writing flower prompts lol)

progress: complete (5/23/2022)

The paper wrapped around the flowers crinkled in his grasp as he approached your door. Despite everything, he was nervous: there was always an underlying fear that you’d take one look at the flowers in his hands and scoff, or roll your eyes, or flat-out call him an idiot and that you hated flowers and he should know it. When he asked you before, you had shrugged, said they were fine, and went on with what you had been doing.  Despite it all, he took another look down at the bouquet in his hands. With a hard swallow, he raised a hand to your door… and then hesitated.

The flowers crinkled in his grasp again as he tightened a fist around them. A quick glance down to make sure that they aren’t breaking underneath his fingers was enough to sway his thoughts. They’re fine. This was fine. This was going to go fine.

One more deep breath. He raised a hand, and knocked…

… But who is he to you?

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some of your favourite things about getting home before nanami does is that you get to secretly steal the snacks he bought last night, even though you know he buys extra for you. you get to hide notes for him around the house, little secret surprises for him to find. you get to decide what wine you want to share with him later, flip through his book just to see how much further he has read since yesterday. you get to stand on the veranda so you can see him walking to the apartment lobby, smiling down as you see him look up to check if the lights are on in your apartment, because that means you're home, and you know he is also smiling up at you. you get to greet him when he opens the door, watch him smile softly at the sight of you, hear him call your name. you get to hug him, smell the last dregs of his cologne still lingering around him. you get to kiss him as he takes off his jacket and hangs it up. you get to watch him unbutton his sleeves and hear him say i missed you, while he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you close.

but your absolute favourite thing about getting home before nanami does, is that you get to untie his perfect tie and pull it off him like you're unwrapping a present. you get to unbutton his top buttons, to pull him down by the collar to press your lips to his, cupping his face in your hands as you demand for him to kiss you, knowing that he obliges every time. you get to run your fingers through his hair, scrunch your hands into it, messing it up properly, and watching the strands fall down to frame his face, knowing that he doesn't mind if it's you. he lets you run your hands up and down his body, feeling the muscles beneath his skin ripple as he moves to hold you closer. he gives in to you, fingers gripping into your sides as you hook your leg around his waist, your lips still locked together, his hands holding you steady, pressed up against him. he lets you lean hungrily into him, lets you lick the inside of his mouth, and you get to taste him returning the favour to you. you get to feel the sting and the pleasure of nanami's lips on your neck, trailing down, wet and warm and even with your eyes closed you know there's no way you'll be able to hide those marks tomorrow morning. nanami grinds into you slightly and you whimper a little, always so ready for him, already soaking a wet spot through your panties onto his pant leg where you are connected. it's your absolute favourite thing, when he lets you take off his tie and remind him that you missed him, too.

nanami's favourite thing to do when he gets home after you is to kiss you, tell you he missed you, and letting you demand for him, giving in to you, and letting himself revel in the way you touch him and the thought of you missing him this much. he holds you close, and lets you mark him along his neck and jaw to remind everyone else tomorrow that he's yours. nanami is patient and ever so indulging, always letting you take what you want from him. eyes closed and hands wandering you peel off his jacket while nanami runs his hand under your shirt, hitching it up so he has access to your chest, running his thumbs in circles around your nipples. you whimper softly at the friction, and he pinches, and you moan into his mouth. your hands move faster, pulling him closer, unbuttoning his shirt impatiently. his chest now exposed to your hands, you run them over his abs, going low, tugging at his belt, wanting to take it off. and nanami catches your hands and pulls them to his lips, kissing your fingers gently. you laugh at the sudden change in pace, the sweetness of the action, then gasp as he pulls you closer, letting you feel him, how he also wants you, both just separated by layers of cloth. nanami likes the way you're always so ready for him, likes to watch as you soak your panties, your wetness a growing dark patch on the leg of his pants as you struggle against his hold. he grinds up into you, to hear you whisper his name with urgency, kento, please, please take me.

and nanami's absolute favourite thing is to pull you away right at that moment. abruptly, he disconnects from you, leaving you breathless, but still in his arms. holding you close, tight enough to stop you from moving but not tight enough to hurt, nanami whispers back in his low, rough voice, lets have dinner first, kissing your forehead quickly and releasing you, turning quickly towards the dining table and walking just fast enough that your desperate hands miss the edge of his clothes. unable to pull him back, you pout, following him into the house to wait impatiently for dinner to be finally over so you can pick up where you left off. nanami's absolute favourite thing is to tease you, to watch your expression get needy and pouty, hear your voice whining and begging for him. he doesn't do it often, but just enough that you never expect it. after you are done, sweaty, sticky, wrapped up together and tangled in the sheets, you hit him softly, showing your displeasure as much as you can muster in the afterglow, still smiling. why, you ask, do you always do this to me? and you close your eyes as nanami runs his thumbs over your face, because you're so pretty. you open your eyes, the question still hanging in the air. and nanami shifts, so that he's once against pressing his weight into you, one leg between yours, making you shudder with leftover sensitivity. he kisses you, deep, slow, biting at your lips and dragging it out to see you dazed after. kento, you whine. he's doing it again, pulling away just when you want to continue. and he smiles and leans down, making like he's going to kiss you, but turning right at the end to whisper into your ear, you're so pretty like this, when you're begging for me like that. you try to murmur in disagreement, but he captures your lips and stops you, again pulling back just a little to press his forehead to yours. with his eyes closed, he continues, you're so pretty like this, when you want me so much, when you miss me this much. it makes me want to give all of it back to you. and then he shows you what he means all over again. he brings you repeatedly close to the edge and pulls back, becoming almost a torture for you, making you cry and beg and bite his shoulders. and when he finally relents, he tells you how beautiful you look when you cum around him, how it makes him go even faster each time, eyes rolling back in pleasure as he holds your spasming body in place while pushing himself deep into you to paint you white from the inside. and he stays there, buried to the hilt inside you.

you see, the best thing about coming home is that you get to kiss each other goodnight, falling asleep linked together in the comfort of your home.

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fucking soft 🥹 i'd like a nanami to keep in my pocket. to hug when i'm sad.

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