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Nanami Kento | Oiled Up

-----------► Your original intention was to have Nanami oiled up.

The morning sunshine flooded through the cracks between the blinds. You nuzzled cozily into Nanami's chest, although enjoying his embrace, you secretly cursed the thin layer of Nanami's pyjamas brutally separating you and Nanami's bare chest. You and Nanami had been up for at least thirty minutes and just so happens that both of you wanted to spend a lazy morning cuddling - a very rare occasion considering the both of you work as a sorcerer and sorceress.

You were the first to stir from the comfy position. You head tilted upwards, gazing up at Nanami who had his eyes closed, but not sleeping.

"Nanami?" You whispered softly.

"Yes darling?" He responded in his morning raspy voice, eyes still shut.

"Can you give me a lap dance wearing only boxers?"

Nanami's eyes were now wide open, his head was kept still as his eyes slowly turned towards you.

You tried your best to maintain your composure as unbeknownst to Nanami, you were in the middle of one of you meticulously planned out strategies.

Just yesterday, during your daily consumption of the internet, you came across a psychological trick, stating that when first proposing an absurd request to someone, then followed by a less absurd request, the less absurd request would likely be accepted. Like how a child would first ask for an expensive Lego set, and when denied he'd ask for an ice cream, guilt tripping the mother to buying what he wanted all along. And so you carry on with your plan.

"Sweetheart, it is too early for this."

As expected, the person would decline the first, more absurd request.

"It is never too early for a lap dance." However, you had to keep up the act, not letting him sense what you truly wanted.

"Sweetheart." "What I meant is, it is too early for one of your little games."

"So you won't lap dance on me?"

Nanami took a pause, and then a sigh.

"No." He answered.

You hang your head low. All goes according to your plan.

"Then can I see you oiled up?"

And there it was. The big question.

"No."

Your heart shattered into a million pieces.

Not that it was surprising. You were hopelessly optimistic to even think there was a possibility that Nanami would agree to being oiled up. Still, you weren't one to give up so easily. "Kento... but why?" You asked, eyes round and bright.

Nanami let out another sigh, looking like he wanted to go back to sleep. "Sweety, would you be comfortable if I asked you to do the same thing?"

You suddenly sat up. "Of course I would, anything for you Kento." You said with confidence. "What type of oil do you want on me? Coconut? But in exchange, Kento..."

Nanami was exasperated. "Lay back down."

"Come on..." You don't budge.

After a few seconds of standstill, you slump back into Nanami's embrace, laying your head on top of his torso. Nanami gingerly placed his large hands on top of your head, stroking your hair lovingly. "I think you've been hanging around Gojo too much lately. He's been influencing you..."

"What?" You sounded worried, but stayed where you were, enjoying Nanami's affection. "Does Satoru want to see you oiled up as well?"

Nanami conveniently flicked you on the forehead.

"Hey!"

"I'd appreciate it if you could quit playing around."

"Fine, fine." You muttered. "I'm still serious about your pecs being oiled up though."

"It will not happen."

"Fine then." You huffed, getting up and crawling down from his torso, stopping when you successfully reached his waistline. With an almighty pull, you threw away the blanket that was keeping the two of you warm onto the floor. With a devious grin, you straddled on top of Nanami, your crafty hands now working on the band of Nanami's pyjama pants.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing now." Nanami questioned as he watched you stripping down his pyjama pants - he wasn't exactly struggling.

You were now tugging on Nanami's grey boxers. "Getting my compensation." You smiled.

You don't get a response from Nanami.

"If you won't give me a lap dance, won't let me put oil on you, then you'll at least let me have you now, no?"

You didn't expect a chuckle from Nanami.

And the very next second, before you realised, you were already flipped around, your back hitting against the soft mattress, one of Nanami's hand holding the back of your head just in case it'd hit against the headboard. The positions have change, now Nanami was on top of you, face just inches away. "Kento?!"

"You'll have your compensation."

Maybe the psychology trick did kind of work after all.

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One week later on a Friday evening, after a long active day of dealing with an exhausting amount of curses, you enter your shared bedroom ready to sleep your stress away. Only to find a shirtless Nanami, without the bothering presence of pyjamas, sitting on the bed, a bottle of oil at hand.

You sucked in a deep breath, stunned and trying to comprehend the situation, the urge to sleep completely vanished.

"Darling..." Nanami finally spoke. "...remember when I said that I had a gift for you?"

You gulped nervously. "Is... this real?"

He sighed. "Just this once, alright baby?"

Your excitement was apparent.

"Once is enough."

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A/N
Ugh i love Nanami he's just such a green flag