12 Days of Christmas (2022) || JJK

3 | Three French Hens

Pairing: Nanami Kento x f!Reader
Prompt: It's cold outside, let me warm you up.

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"Sweetheart, what are you doing out here? You'll catch a cold." Kento asks, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"Building a snowman," you look up to your husband with a childish grin, doing your best to pack the snow into some semblance of a ball. You're not doing a great job, it ends up being more of an oblong than round.

Kento chuckles, requesting you start on the next ball, which will end up being the middle section of the snowman, as he works to correct your disastrous bottom portion.

Before long, you've got the next two portions made and Kento has finished turning them into the perfect balls, placing one on top of the other. Now that the snowman body has been completed, you dig out several rocks from the landscaping in front of your house where your perfectly trimmed bushes sit.

Bringing them to the snowman, you place three for the buttons down the center, two for the eyes, and several smaller ones you found into a smile for the mouth.

"Mm. We need something for the nose." You're chewing on your cheek, thinking about what options you have as Nanami brings over a pinecone, sticking it in the spot the nose should go, making you giggle. "Looks a little silly, but it works I suppose."

"Come on, I'll make some tea for us."

"Mm. I think I'd like some hot chocolate today, actually."

He gives a loving grin, grabbing your hand, walking you inside the house. The house is a little chilly, so while Kento starts your drinks, you get the fireplace started and lounge on the couch, snuggled under a warm blanket enjoying the view of your Christmas tree in the corner.

The two of you spent last weekend setting it up after he got home from work. You ordered his favorite take out, dimmed the lights, put on some soft music to have in the background as each of you grabbed ornaments and placed them sparingly on the tree.

"Oh! We should grab one of your scarves for the snowman."

"After we get some warm drinks in us."

You give him a soft "okay" as he takes his seat next to you, handing the hot cocoa to you. After taking several sips, you place it on the end table next to you, sitting in silence. Enjoying the peace.

That's one of the many things you love about Kento; how there are no awkward silences between the two of you. If either of you have anything to say, you'll say it, otherwise, you love just being in each other's presence.

He has his arm wrapped around the back of the couch, behind you. Taking a deep breath, you lay your head against his muscular arm, feeling the heat of the fireplace working its way through your living room.

"What are you thinking about?" Kento asks, placing his own cup on the end table next to him.

You smile before biting your lip turning to look at him, "thinking about last weekend, when we were putting the tree up."

His own heartfelt smile grows wider, the memories coming back to him as well. He nuzzles his nose into your neck, placing several small, butterfly-like kisses below your ear.

It takes hardly anything at all for Kento's touch to work its magic, the slightest touch always sends a shiver down your spine straight to your core.

He kisses a few spots along your jaw before turning your head, slotting his lips between your own, tongue swiping along your bottom lip for access - you grant it, you always do.

Before long, you're on top of him, rocking your hips as he watches you in pure awe. Kento has never leered at you, he's always appreciated, always looking at you like he truly adores what he sees.

Taking a deep breath, he slowly moves his hands around your body, feeling every inch of exposed skin in his large hands before leaning up, ghosting his lips against your neck, shoulders and chest, his thumbs gently brushing past your hardened nipples. You gasp when he pinches them between his fingers harder than expected and he watches, drinking you in like it's the first time all over again.

He alternates, between pinching and licking each of your breasts as you continue to leisurely rock your hips against him. There's no race to finish between you two, rather your time together is used as an expression of love.

It's beautiful and slow, a sensual slow burning rhythm is formed that's more than two people heading towards their own individual releases. You speak with your bodies, listening to each other's heart beats and labored breaths each time you take each other in.

Leaning back on one arm, he grabs your hip with the other, helping you move your hips just slightly faster as his gaze trails down to your pussy; butterflies form in your stomach as he drags his knuckle over your abdomen, soaking in the sight of you, encircling your clit.

Your eyes are locked together, half lidded, full of lust and love, but he doesn't dare break away, even as he tenderly presses his lips to yours, expressions drunk with desire and gratification for one another.

You press your foreheads together, sharing breaths, bodies glistening in sweat, hips flowing and ebbing into one another. You thread your fingers through his soft pale hair, as he thrusts his hips, diving deeper.

Your thighs begin to tremble, and he groans when your pussy clenches around him and he knows you're close, rolling his hips until he's hitting the spot that has you whimpering into him with each thrust.

"Kento," you murmur, "I'm s-so close."

He takes a deep breath, sharpening his movements, "me too, angel."

The intimate exchange is enough to push you both over the edge, unraveling into each other's arms, at the same time. The sound of your rapture echoes in your quiet living room as your lips meet one another for slow, passionate kisses as you continue to move your hips into one another, until you're both ready to go again.

There's one thing you can't deny, there's nobody else you'd rather spend your Holidays with.