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jadeee · 9 months ago

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Ambrosia

Help, I'm thinking of Nanami as a budding artist during the Renaissance and I can't deal 😵‍💫

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: 18+ things MDNI

When he sees you, he's blown away by your beauty. He's an artist so he studies every single detail of your face, which is why you see him daily.

He doesn't approach you at first. he studies you from afar and it works until his perfectionist side comes out. So, he musters up the courage to approach you. Of course, it's under false pretenses. He buys an apple from you then decides to buy more just so he can look at you a bit longer.

One day, you're not working and he's stunned. He doesn't know what to do. He's an artist so he should be able to draw from memory but he's a lover and he needs to see you.

The next day you're working, he approaches you and mentions your abscence. He uses the moment to his advantage — gathering the curves, dips, and lines by your cheeks, brows, and lips. He can't help but smile when you do and even more, he takes note of how different your face looks then: beautiful and familiar.

Eventually, you ask him what he's doing with that notebook of his and he shows you his sketches. He's careful to not show the ones of you though.

When you praise his work, his cheeks burn a crimson hue. His heart beats proudly in his chest when you ask him how long he's been drawing, if he works with paint or marble. He's had people ask him the same questions but he enjoys talking about his craft with you. Maybe it's the way your eyes light up or the smile that takes over your face.

This becomes a routine: Nanami standing by sketching people stopping into the shop and you when you're chatting with them, showing off fresh produce and telling them which ones they should get.

He's helping you close up the shop when he starts venting about frustrations for this new thing he's trying. You offer to help, like any good friend, and he freezes.

"I don't think that would be appropriate."

"Why not?!" you chuckled as you placed the last peach into the wooden crate.

He studied your lips, ones he drew so frequently he'd know them on his. "It's," his hazel eyes glanced into yours "it's nudity."

"Oh," your brows jumped up an inch or two. That was a new expression he hadn't seen. Within seconds, he committed the image to memory.

"You really don't have to do that." he rushed to your side to lift the crate of peaches then lugged it inside. You fiddled with your fingertips as you trailed behind him.

"Is it full nudity? Or are you drawing..." you cleared your throat then looked around. When you saw that the shop was empty you quietly inquired "breasts?"

As you turned to face him, he accidentally clashed into you. "I'm sorry. Are you ok?"

His hands held you by your shoulders and he gazed into your eyes with pinched brows. his eyes scanned your lashes and the hairs of your eyebrows, have I ever been this close?

Without thinking, your hands rested on his forearm "I'm fine."

Your voice was a mere whisper while your eyes locked on his. The mix of produce you sold day in and day out along with the paper he religiously used for his work washed over you. Your chest rose and fell triple time. His eyes noticed how the fabric of your shirt moved with it, "Yes."

You scrunched your brows, "Pardon?"

"You asked if it was full nudity or breasts. It's both, so... yes."

Your breath hitched in your throat "I see..."

His hands relaxed on your shoulders but never left you. "You don't have to do this."

Your hands lightly squeezed his forearms then trailed up to his biceps, "I want to."

"We can start slow." Nanami set the pencil down on paper then approached you.

"What would you have me to do?"

Your eyes remained on him with each step he took toward you.

"Do you feel comfortable taking this off?" his fingertips touched the linen sleeve of your shirt, eyes never leaving yours which continued to bore into him. You nodded since your heart was lodged somewhere between your throat and thighs.

"Will you watch me?" the corner of your lip morphed into a smirk and he chuckled.

"Of course not." his fingertips brushed against your skin before turning his back to you.

Goosebumps pricked your skin once exposed to the air. Your blouse bunched at your hips. You bit the inside of your lips as you peered down at your chest.

"Ready?"

Your head popped up at the sound of his voice, "Mhm.. I mean, yes — just... don't laugh at me."

"Never. Why would I do that?" he faced forward with a smile at your request.

"I'm not sure." your laughter filled his studio.

"I can assure you, I would never laugh at you." he cast his eyes at the floor, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." you placed your hands in your lap then straightened your posture.

Color rushed to his cheeks as he faced you. He pressed his lips together as they dared to form a devilish smirk. The fabric of his pants suddenly feeling oh so tight. The urge to drop them and plunge into you without warning.

Your eyes focused on his knitted brow, set jaw, the hand that rested on his hip. "Am I not good enough?"

"What?" his eyes suddenly locked onto yours, brows raised in slight offense. "What did you say?" he took a step closer and you raised your head while maintaining your posture. "Am I not good enough?"

Your voice suddenly felt smaller as he stood inches away from you. His breath landing on your cheeks, eyes trying not to stare at how your bare chest was rising and falling because of him.

"You are perfect." the calluses of his fingertips touched your shoulder while the palm of his other hand rested on your hip. The touch alone made you gasp softly, causing you to bite your lip then glance at the floor.

"Look at me,"

Your eyes focused on his, which were filled with adoration.

"I can't sketch you looking at the floor. You're too beautiful for that." His hands carefully positioned you into place, the movement accompanied by his voice saying "just like that" and "drop your shoulder". As his hand traveled across you, you felt your hardened nipple brush against the back of his hand. You suppressed a moan, failing horribly, while Nanami held his breath still continuing as if nothing happened.

He let out the breath slowly by the second then felt the tenseness that remained in your muscles, "Just breathe, ready?" a small smile rested on his face as he squatted in front of you.

You were careful to not move since he spent the last few minutes getting you into position. You nodded and smiled down at him.

"Wonderful," he said softly. He stared at you for a moment before going back to his post. the room was silent as he sat at a distance sketching your form. Taking his time to fully admire you in silence and forever capture this moment in graphite and paper.

A few minutes had passed before he asked if you needed anything. You declined water and fruit but gladly accepted a break. Once he set down his pencil and paper, you stretched in your seat. When you rose to your feet to extend your arms past your head, your blouse folded over itself, hanging at your waist.

"You can put it back on if you'd like." Nanami started to turn away but froze at the sound of your voice.

"I'd rather not. I'm... comfortable around you."

The corners of his eyes crinkled as he grinned.

"May I ask why the last model proved a challenge?"

He faced you, "She wasn't focused."

"And I am?"

"You listen."

"You mean I take orders?"

He smiled as he walked toward you. "What would you do if I said "yes"?" he saw the possibilities dancing around in your mind from the look in your eyes.

"Say it." you commanded.

He stood in front of you toe-to-toe. "yes."

Your fingertips sank into the waistband of his pants and pulled until he was flush against you. His hands found their way to your hips and gripped them when you pressed your lips against his. A moan left his body as his knees started to buckle. He was slowly stepping forward and guiding you back to the chair you were in moments ago. His lips traveled to your jaw, neck, then chest, while his hands searched for the hem of your skirt.

Your bated breaths filled the space of his studio then turned into a groan when you felt his mouth working at your bud. The artist released a groan when you clutched a handful of his hair. His tongue plunging into each fold and savoring the taste on his tongue. It was a mixture of peaches and berries. The finest fruit. His ambrosia.

Your thighs pressed against the sides of his head as you released another dose just for him. Your hand squeezed his forearm with each moan you released and he held it in his as he gripped onto your hip with the other.

"Did you finish?"

"I thought that was obvious."

You swatted at his arm, "I meant the sketch."

He laughed then reached for your hand "Yes, do you want to see it?"

"Absolutely."

Nanami lifted his head from your lap, giving you one last loving look before standing to his feet. He helped you up then wrapped his shirt around you.

"Be honest with me, ok?"

"Always." you nodded as you gripped the edges of his shirt. He placed a kiss on your forehead then guided you toward the artwork. Your eyes scanned the blend of curves, lines, and shading which created your form. You leaned in to marvel at the masterpiece and he did the same as he admired you from behind.

"How do you do this?"

You glanced back at him with your mouth slightly agape.

"Having a gorgeous muse helps." his hands wrapped around your waist. Hearing those words brought warmth to your very being. He basked in the glory of your subdued smile, instinctively placing his hand on your cheek, eyes scanning left to right and every which direction to admire the piece of work that stood in front of him. That walked with him around the townsquare for the past several months, gave him joy with a simple look or smile, inquired and endlessly praised his artwork. His encouragement, light, warmth... ambrosia.

"Be my everything."

You placed your hand over his then gazed into his eyes with tears welling in your very own. Your hand guided him down to your lips which were becoming home.

You stood in front of the sketch studying how the faded graphite persisted through time and god knows what else. You leaned forward then read the scribbled cursive, "For my dearest Ambrosia."

"Some people think it's his wife,"

The sudden voice made you turn.

"He wasn't Da Vinci or Michelangelo so we don't have all the records but it's theorized this series is for her."

The blonde man finally looked away from the sketch then in your eyes. His hazel eyes were soft in the dim light of the museum, shoulders relaxed and being stern but gentle.

"Have we met before?"

He shook his head "I think I'd remember you."

You couldn't help but chuckle "Well," you sat up straight "indulge me anyway. What's your name?"

"Nanami," he faced you fully "and you are?"

When you said your name, he felt a twinge in his heart. A sudden warmthn if you will and there was a hint of peaches and berries on his tongue. His brows pinched momentarily, before he focused on what you were now saying about the artwork. He was too busy admiring a separate masterpiece.

— Author's Note — Although you take up every second of his life, Nanami still devots himself to his craft. He hates when people watch him work, especially you because you're so distracting, but he'll ocassionally allow it. You're truly his everything. You're constantly inspiring him; even more so when you two start a family. You're always encouraging him as well and keeping his spirits high.

I don't think he'd be super popular but his work becomes well known in his city and around the area. After death, centuries later, he does gain his long awaited recognition. I imagine your children would be a huge part of that since they're always spreading his legacy and sharing his artwork. I want to write more for Renaissance Artist Nanami. He's just so soft and quiet and observant and caring ... I love him so much.

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