#jjk posting

i am thinking about how tendernanami is when everything is over and done with. cradling your chin in his big hand, swiping his thumb over your lower lip if there’s still a drop of his come on it, murmuring in a low, deep comforting voice about how well you did and how much he adores you. holding you flush against him whilst you’re still both sweat soaked and panting, dropping kisses along the curve of your neck and the slope of your shoulders as he whispers about how he can’t imagine his life without you. hands on your waist as if he never wants to let you go. soothing anywhere he may have gripped too tight with gentle touches. taking you into the bathroom to run you hot baths and tend to anywhere that feels sore and swollen, taking care of you in every way you could ever want or need. kissing any lingering bruises, hands interlaced with yours, pressed so close the two of you feel like one.

and if you tell him you’re fine, if you ask him why he’s doing all this when you’re perfectly capable, if you try and wriggle out of his meticulous and loving aftercare–

he quirks an eyebrow at you, twists a lip. “because i like doing it,” he says. “because you deserve all of this, and more.”