delicate | nanami x reader

Chapter 17: Hello, You

a/n: happy june! it's finals and graduation szn for meee so i might be slightly more slow with updates this month :(

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cw: mature content

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You were washing yourself up for the night. A quick shower, some lotion, and a few sprays of perfumes later, you were in your bedroom, sunken into the sheets with your wet hair wrapped into a towel. You were just about to take it your hair out now, considering that it's been roughly twenty minutes of letting it dry.

But the universe had other plans.

A few knocks on your door startles you out of your covers, but then you remember that you have company in this household even though it was once full of just you and your daughter's solidarity. It feels weird adjusting. You walk over to the door, place a few fingers on the doorknob and slightly twist it open just until theres a nook of space for you to peek through.

Pretty blonde hair and a familiar scent.

"Hello," Kento whispers.

You open the door halfway and he slides inside. You observe his attire—a thin, white tank-top, so thin that every detail of his abdominal muscles shone through it. He paired it with dark grey sweatpants. He smelled so comforting, you could probably digest the scent of him with all of your five senses.

"What are you doing here?" You whisper as he closes the door behind him, leaning on the frame.

"You seriously didn't think I have forgotten about the promised surprise, did you?" He says, folding his arms and raising his eyebrows a little bit. His glasses were gone which allowed you a fully, undisturbed look at his features.

He was three hundred times more charming this way.

A breeze of the air conditioner brushing against your skin sends an unwavering reminder of how little you're wearing right now. A tank top, underwear, and shorts. Not even a bra. You felt extremely bare, and couldn't help but subconsciously wrap your arms around your chest.

Not like Kento would mind the view anyways.

"Oh. That surprise?" You say as you sit down on the edge of your bed. He stays leaning on the door. You two were so far away from each other that it irritated him. So he sat beside you. On the edge of the bed.

"Yeah. that surprise," He repeats after you. You feel his arms slip around your waist. You couldn't help but react to his touch, forgetting how much solemness it gives you to be in his arms. "Do you want to know what it is?" He asks.

"Well, if that's what you came here for," you say, "then I suppose you would be wasting your time if you don't tell me what it is."

He laughs a little bit. "That's right," he says, "I intend to tell you regardless."

"So? What is it?" You ask.

It was then that you feel his hands guide down your spine, and meet the hem of your shorts, pressing the beginning of your underwear. His fingers take foreign trails down your body it makes you gasp a little.

Oh.

He didn't even need to say it. Just a simple tug at your undergarment and you knew. Besides, why else would he show up to your bedroom so late at night in such casual attire?

You laugh, just a little bit. Rest your palm on his thigh. And then you exhale, growing a little hesitant. "I wouldn't know what to do with myself if I just gave you my everything right now," You sigh. "I haven't gave myself to anyone in years."