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trixy812 · 1 month ago

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010 °🥂⋆. Too Nice

The alley was quiet, save for the sound of the heated kisses you and Nanami were sharing. His hands remained steadfastly on your waist, as though clinging to the last remnants of control, but his body betrayed him—he was utterly captivated, and he knew it.

“This isn’t the place for this,” Nanami murmured against your lips, but made no actual effort to pull away. His voice, usually steady and composed, trembled ever so slightly, a sure sign that he was teetering on the edge.

“Of course not, Nanami. A dark, secluded alley is definitely not the ideal place for making out,” you teased, your arms tightening around his neck to eliminate any gap he might have dared to create.

Nanami closed his eyes and took a deep, measured breath, as though attempting to summon some shred of dignity. “This is reckless.”

You pulled back just enough to meet his gaze, a mischievous smile tugging at your lips. “Reckless? What’s next? ‘Improper’? ‘Unbecoming of a responsible adult’?”

“Exactly,” he replied without missing a beat, his deadpan delivery so perfectly Nanami that it sent you into a fit of laughter.

“God, Kento, loosen up. You know what I think? I think you like this. The thrill that someone might catch us…” you quipped, letting your hand drift provocatively to the growing tension in his trousers.

Nanami’s jaw tightened, and a faint blush crept up his cheeks as he briefly averted his eyes. “That’s not…”

“Not what? True?” you interrupted, clearly having too much fun at his expense. Leaning closer, your lips brushed his as you whispered, “You’re such a prude—but a hypocritical one.”

He opened his mouth to argue, but you cut him off with another kiss, one that left him no choice but to surrender. When you pulled back, Nanami’s breathing was ragged, his eyes darker than ever.

“You’re a terrible influence,” he finally muttered, his voice gravelly yet tinged with a rare, playful edge.

“And?” you shot back smugly, pressing yourself even closer. “Go on, admit it—you love it.”

Nanami fixed you with his trademark serious expression, though there was something new in his eyes—a flicker of heat, of vulnerability he rarely let surface. “What I love,” he said quietly, “is that you drive me insane.”

Your eyebrows shot up, delight dancing across your face. “Then say it. Come on, Kento, say it. Call me your personal whore.”

Nanami blinked, slowly, as though he wasn’t entirely sure he’d heard you correctly. “…What?”

“You heard me. Say it. I like it.”

For a moment, he simply ran a hand down his face, clearly debating every life decision that had led him to this point. Then, with that classic air of Nanami-esque resignation, he gave you a look so exasperated it was almost endearing.

“That’s what you want to hear? Fine.” Leaning in close, his voice dipped lower, deliberately measured. “You’re an insufferable menace.”

You stared at him, dumbfounded, before bursting into laughter. “That doesn’t count!” you wheezed between giggles.

Nanami, looking annoyingly pleased with himself, adjusted his tie (because of course he did) and said, perfectly deadpan, “It’s the best you’re going to get.”

“Oh, come on,” you teased, still grinning. “You don’t have the guts to say it, do you?”

Nanami raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. Then, in one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pressed you back against the wall, his face mere inches from yours. His breath ghosted over your ear as he spoke, his voice low and devastatingly calm.

“I’m not saying it.”

“Why not? I’m literally asking you to!” you protested, your hands playfully pushing against his chest.

Nanami tilted his head, studying you with a look that was equal parts fondness and mild irritation. “Because someone in this relationship needs to maintain a shred of decorum. And it’s clearly not going to be you.”

Your jaw dropped, caught between indignation and laughter. But before you could fire back, he silenced you by cupping your face and kissing you deeply, the kind of kiss that left no room for argument. When he finally pulled away, his voice was soft but firm, his gaze pinning you in place.

“I don’t need to say it. You already know.”

For a moment, you were stunned into silence, your teasing smirk replaced by wide eyes and a flush spreading across your face. And then, like clockwork, the realization hit—a warm, electric wave that had you shifting on your feet. You squirmed subtly, your body reacting almost involuntarily, and you cursed under your breath when you felt just how much wetter your underwear had gotten. Biting your lip, you tried to regain some semblance of composure, though the heat in your cheeks betrayed you.

“God, Kento,” you muttered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Now I really don’t want to leave this alley.”

Nanami sighed, long and suffering, though the faint smile tugging at his lips gave him away. He took your hand in his, lacing your fingers together as he gently tugged you toward the alley’s exit.

“I know. That’s exactly the problem with you.”

A/N: is this so namby-pamby? This is a repost, I reblogged my bestie's sicksorrows and I posted it there at first.

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