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[peachesandscreem]

Retribution

Despite his best efforts, you've been a brat all day and Nanami is sick of it.

NSFW below the cut.

Modern AU.

Dom!nanami x sub!afab reader

CW: anal play, impact play, brief mentions of choking, afab reader, dom/sub dynamics, bondage, daddy kink, p in v intercourse.

Kento Nanami loves you.

Truly, he does.

He loves everything about you. Your sweet and caring personality. Your quick-witted humor. He loves the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you breathe.

But one thing he can't stand is your ability to get under his skin.

Kento Nanami loves almost everything about you.

It had been a nearly perfect day. An overcast Saturday. A lazy morning at the farmers market picking up fresh baked treats for the week and new soaps to try. Breakfast pastries and lattés from your favorite café. A late picnic lunch by the river downtown that Nanami had taken the time to pack for the both of you, complete with your favorite sandwich and beverage. Ice cream for dessert. It had been a day filled with all of the things you loved.

So why did you insist on being such a brat all day?

It started when you were getting ready for the day. A reminder of the time and an inquiry on your status of getting dressed had earned him your scorn.

'I'm coming, Ken' you had snipped, cutting your eyes at him briefly while pulling off the third sweater you had tried on and tossing it to the floor, searching your closet for another one. He chalked it up to you being tired. It wasn't unusual for you to be a little grumpy in the morning. He let that one slide.

Your next transgression came in the form of you refusing to stay by his side while you traversed the streets. The city you lived in was safe enough, but you knew he didn't like letting you out of his sight when you were out. Everytime he looked up from a produce stand or turned to ask you what you thought about an item he picked up, you were gone. He had to track you down no less than 10 times by the time you left the market.

Apparently holding his hand was out of the question as well, with the way you wrigled out of his grasp any time he tried, pulling your hand back with a huff and an indignant stare.

The final crack to his thinning patience was when you began blatantly ignoring him. Any questions he asked you were met with silence or a response unrelated to the topic at hand.

'Did you have a nice day?'

'Sure,' you shrugged in response, staring out the window of his sedan at nothing in particular on your way back home.

'Are you okay? You seem off today.'

'Your car is kind of dirty, Kento. When's the last time you cleaned it out?'

Nanami had had it.

And so you found yourself here, laid completely bare on your shared bed. A silver jeweled plug nestled prettily in your ass, chains connecting it to a cuff on each ankle and your hands bound to your thighs with soft pink rope. All while Nanami dealt sharp slaps to your throbbing pussy.

You'd last track of the time, unable to tell how long you'd been like this. Minutes? Hours? Your knees ached from being bent to your chest, your wrists raw from pulling at the ropes that bound them, and your sex swollen and tender from your relentless punishment. Sobs hiccuped from your throat and sparkling tears streamed down your cheeks as you looked into your lover's eyes, his expression severe.

Another wet slap seared into your sensitive flesh had you crying out in pain until Nanami slipped two long digits into your slick heat, curling them right into that sensitive spot inside you, causing you to choke out a watery moan.

"You're soaked," he scoffed. "This is supposed to be punishment." As if he was faring any better. The wet patch on the front of his briefs was growing larger by the second as pre-cum leaked from his tip like he was a fucking virgin. He'd be ashamed if he wasn't so enthralled.

A strong fist wound its way into your hair, bringing you closer to him. Warm breath fanned across your flushed and tear-streaked face as he took in your debauched expression. Eyes nearly crossing from the intense pleasure of his assault on your spongy g-spot, drool threatening to drip from the corner of your mouth. You were a vision, even when you were being ruined.

"You really pissed me off today" he seethed, finger-fucking you while you struggled to maintain eye contact.

He released his tight grip on your hair in favor of cupping your cheek and slipped his other hand up to draw slow circles on your swollen clit.

"Maybe I've been too lenient with you lately" he mused. You nuzzled your face into his large, warm palm and looked up at him, trying to convey how apologetic you were with your teary eyes. Sometimes that worked to make him go easier on you.

This wasn't one of those times.

A sudden sensation had you gasping he stopped his ministrations on your clit and began toying with your plug. Gently pulling, pushing and tapping on the metal, your chains clinking with the movement.

"We're going to put this behind us with the expectation that there won't be a repeat of your actions today. Are we clear?"

You nodded quickly, "y-yeah!"

His hand drew back without warning and dealt a firm slap to your ass, "manners."

"Yes, Sir," you whimpered.

"Better. However, " he rubbed his hand soothingly across the sore, reddened skin, "I have yet to hear those two important words I've been waiting for," he chided.

"M'sorry," you slurred

Another harsh slap to the opposite side of your ass had your back arching sharply off the bed as a cry ripped from your chest.

"You can do better than that" he scolded.

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Sir! I'll be good! Promise!" You pleaded, feeling fresh tears well up in your eyes.

"That's what I like to hear," he growled as he dipped his middle finger between your folds and circled your clit in quick circles, drawing moans and whimpers from you, your legs shaking with the strain of being held in an uncomfortable position for so long.

More tears escaped your glistening eyes, your make up that you had painstakingly applied this morning now smeared around your lids. Nanami thought you had never looked prettier.

His cock throbbed, hard and heavy, pounding against the zipper of his slacks. He knew you were almost at your breaking point. He wasn't sure how much more he could take.

Your chest heaved with each shuddering breath you drew into your lungs. Your eyes slipped closed momentarily as he angled your face to slot his mouth against yours in a breathless kiss. Tongues melded together in your mouth, the faint memory of coffee and ice cream at the back of your throat.

He swallowed your soft moans and whimpers whole. Kissed away the remaining tears on your face. His resolve finally snapping when he drew back and you looked up at him with those pretty eyes, batted your lashes at him slowly, and went in for the kill.

"Daddy. Please." You whispered, your cloying voice sending a shudder down his spine and straight to his cock. Goddammit. You knew what that did to him.

He groaned, deep and loud and you knew you had him wrapped around your finger. Bound and submissive but still in control in the end. You swallowed your smirk and feigned innocence.

Shucking off his pants, Nanami came to kneel in front of you, his member lying on your mound, tip resting above your pubic bone as he dripped sticky pre-spend onto your skin. He grasped himself and gave his cock a few quick pumps while lining himself up with your entrance.

Looking down at you, your eyes wide with anticipation and breath caught in your throat. You were beautiful. He was so lucky.

"Love you so much, angel" he breathed as he finally pushed into your snug, drenched core. You moaned in unison, pleasure mixing with pain at the stretch as he worked his way into you inch by inch, eventually bottoming out with his heavy balls pressed against your ass.

"Love y'too, daddy" you slurred, already drunk on his cock. You rolled your hips to the best of your ability, your signal to him to move.

In tune with your body, he knew what you needed. Drawing back until only his tip remained in you and thrusting back in quickly, all the way down.

"You drive me crazy, you know that? Being such a damn brat all day." He began a steady pace, hips humping into you harshly and his tip brushing your cervix with every deep stroke.

"It's okay though. Can't stay mad at you for long." He grabbed your calf with one hand and slipped his other between your bodies and began working your clit again, moving with skilled precision. "You're daddy's good girl after all, right? Tell me." He pleaded while his hips worked faster, fucking into you relentlessly.

"M'your good girl daddy! Always-hah- always yours!"

"Yeah-fuck. Fucking mine" he growled. The hand on your calf moved to grasp your throat, thumb and pointer finger pressing against your blood vessels, making you feel lightheaded and euphoric.

You felt the warm, creeping sensation of your orgasm building in your stomach. Your body tingled, goosebumps erupting across your skin.

"Can I cum daddy, please? D-don't think I can hold it" you whined, voice shaking with his harsh thrusts into your sopping heat.

Nanami struggled to keep his rhythm, hips stuttering and his hand on your clit erratic.

"Yeah, baby" he gasped "cum for me all over this cock. Need to feel you. Now." He hoped he sounded commanding and authoritative and that you couldn't tell he was actually begging.

A few more deep thrusts and tight circles on your sensitive bud and you were gushing onto his pulsating member, clenching and throbbing as he brought you to ecstasy. You cried out some broken version of his name, titles and formalities forgotten as you fell apart for him.

He watched you, enraptured with your release. No one made pleasure look as good as you. Face flushed, eyes rolled back, back arched, jaw dropped open and letting free the prettiest sounds he'd ever heard.

It drove him over the edge after you, thick ropes of cum painting your insides and filling you to overflow. His own moans raising in octave as he buried his face into your neck, biting down on the flesh of your shoulder to subdue his gasps and whimpers as he tiptoed into overstimulation. Hips jerking uncontrollably in the aftershocks of his release.

He stilled and breathed deeply into your chest, planting soft kisses against your breasts, before he reluctantly pulled himself out of you.

Pulling out your plug, he undid the cuffs on your ankles, kissing and rubbing the skin under the restraints as he went. He untied your wrists, giving your thighs and wrists similar treatment, praising you as he worked in a hushed voice. You closed your eyes, regulating your breathing back to a normal level as you relaxed into the plush duvet, aching joints relaxing for the first time in what felt like days.

You felt his weight disappear from the bed and return a moment later, jumping when he pushed a cold bottle of water into your hand as he gathered you into his arms and held your back against his chest. He moved your sweaty hair behind your ear and kissed his way down your neck and shoulder.

"Let's get you cleaned up" he hummed as he picked you up and carried you into your shared bathroom.

Nanami loves everything about you. Even when you get under his skin.

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The Quiet Game

When your shy, quiet boyfriend can't help but get turned on any time you're around him, you decide to see how quiet he can really be while he games with his friends.

NSFW below the cut.

Modern AU. No curses.

CW: oral sex (male receiving), hand job, reader gender not explicitly stated but breasts briefly mentioned.

We don't get to cum in this one I just think Choso deserves head.

"on your left, satoru."

stepping in to the dim light of your living room, you find your boyfriend in his usual position for a night off: curled up in the corner of the couch, game controller in hand and headset perched atop his mussed head as he engaged in intergalactic battle with his friends. he glanced over at you as you entered his peripheral vision and shot you an easy smile in greeting before turning his attention back to his game, brows furrowed and the tip of his tongue poking out between his lips.

you smirked at his focused expression and assumed your spot on the couch beside him, lying down with your head resting on his thigh and facing the television. you didn't care much for video games but you liked watching choso play them and he enjoyed your company. with all their busy work schedules, playing online games with his friends was as close as they got to spending quality time together sometimes, even if they couldn't actually see each other.

a brief pause in the action was accompanied by a tender hand running through your hair and a soft kiss pressed to your temple. you smiled up at him and nuzzled your head deeper into his lap as he resumed his gameplay.

you felt his thigh tense under your head and paid it little mind. choso often got worked up when whatever game he was playing got stressful. until you felt something else twitch by the back of your head. you looked up, a little surprised, to find a light flush gracing your boyfriends cheeks as he avoided your eyes.

living with choso the last few months had been a new experience for both of you. though you'd been dating for nearly a year, the old adage about not knowing someone until you lived with them proved to be true. you'd found out all sorts of things about him since your living arrangements changed. like how he put toilet paper on the roll the wrong way, how much he talked in his sleep, or how his kitchen mostly consisted of condiments. and how easily he popped an erection when you were within 5 feet of him.

he couldn't help it, he said. in his mind, you were way out of his league and he was, and you quote, "miserably down bad for you" at all times. cuddling closer to him in the morning when your alarms went off, sleepily asking for 5 more minutes, resulted in you both being late for work on more than one occasion, choso being unable to refrain from making you cum at least once before he could properly start his day.

he shifted in his seat, trying to accommodate for the growing bulge in the front of his sweats.

"sorry," he muttered "your fault." he tried to focus on his game again and willed his blood to rush in the other direction. what he hadn't counted on was your hand softly cupping his dick through his pants and giving him a brief, gentle squeeze.

choso's fingers faltered on his controller and a hiss escaped between his clenched teeth. explosions echoed from the speakers on the TV and you could hear an annoyed suguru cursing through his headset, "what the fuck, bro?! get it together" he chastised.

"s-sorry," he stuttered, "my games lagging. Internet must be buggin'."

he looked down at you, wondering if you were just teasing him or if this was really happening. you met his gaze and smiled innocently, hand still carefully palming his rapidly hardening member, silently asking permission to continue. he swallowed thickly and nodded. turning his attention back to the screen, he tried his best to get his head back in the game. he could multitask. definitely.

accepting the challenge in your mind, you began gently stroking him through the front of his pants, nuzzing your face against his crotch and occasionally looking up at him to check in on how he was holding up. choso had always been a quiet person, but you could see the struggle as he bit his bottom lip between his teeth and his breathing picked up the pace. occasionally his eyes slipped closed and his head lulled back for a second before his attention snapped back to his game, trying desperately to keep himself alive and not blow his cover.

slipping down from your spot on the couch, you nestled yourself between his spread legs on the floor, sat prettily on your knees. you reached for the waistband of his joggers and hooked your fingers under the elastic band, looking up at your flustered boyfriend with the best doe eyes you could muster.

you were trying to kill him, he decided. there's no way he made it out of this alive. he wasn't entirely sure he wasn't already dead because surely this was heaven. he mouthed 'really?' at you in disbelief and suppressed a groan when you nodded and mouthed back 'please?'

he lifted his hips and allowed you to pull down his pants just below his sac, his sprung member freed from the confines of his boxers at last, heavy and blushed. you took him in your hand and pumped him slowly, twisting your wrist slightly at the top just how you know he liked, drawing small circles with the pad of your thumb on his frenulum.

pre-cum leaked in continuous drops from his flushed cockhead, aiding your strokes as you worked him to full hardness. He re-positioned the mouthpiece of his headset and started to mumble a rushed excuse into the mic for his abrupt leave when you stopped your ministrations and shook your head.

"play your game, cho." you cooed. a command disguised as a request.

his hands shook as he took the controller back into both sweaty palms and did everything in his power not to whine when you leaned forward and licked him from base to tip before sucking him into your hot, wet mouth. his hips bucked and his hand flew to his mouth to muffle a moan that came out as a strangled gasp. he definitely wasn't surviving this.

you worked his cock with practiced expertise; bobbing your head, licking the spot under his head that drove him crazy and stroking what didn't fit with one hand while you trapezed your fingers of your other hand down to his balls to gently cup them. you pulled out all the stops, doing your best to bring him to an explosive end.

you listen to the sounds on his friends attempting strategize with him and all choso can manage back is strained little 'mmhmm's in agreement, too afraid that if he opens his mouth his filthy secret will be revealed to his entire team.

not that he was listening anyways, and he prayed to a higher being that satoru and suguru couldn't hear the slick squelching sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your drooling mouth while you attempted to milk him dry. he'd never live it down.

he was holding up better than you expected. you attempted to lock your gaze with his and found his face flushed a pretty crimson red, pupils blown wide and locked on his game, and blood beginning to breech the surface of his soft bottom lip as he dug his teeth into it deeper and deeper to stifle his pleasured sounds.

his fatal mistake was looking down at you. the second he took his eyes off the screen and peered into your molten gaze, you took him as deep in your throat as you could, quietly gagging on his cock while tears shrink wrapped your eyes. a hand flew to the back of your head and held you in place, not pressing you further but not letting you up either.

he snapped.

"i gotta fucking go," he growled into his mic before tearing it from his head and tossing the headset and controller away from him, abandoning his friends on the battlefield.

"baby, fuck, god your fucking mouth!" he whined, groans and whimpers finally falling freely from him as he allowed himself to succumb to his pleasure. he tangled his hands in your hair and caressed your scalp as you worked him to completion, hips gently rolling to chase your mouth.

you hummed happily around his throbbing dick as your pace quickened, the vibrations pushing him further to the edge that he'd been teetering on since you started. you sucked at his head before slipping him to the back of your throat and repeating the motion again and again.

"you're so f-fucking pretty, love you so much! fuckfuckfu-ah!" choso's hips stuttered and his head fell backwards, crying out as his orgasm crashed over him like a warm wave. spurt after spurt of warm cum flooded your mouth as you drank down all he had to offer. insatiable for his spend, you continued your movements, licking him clean and pressing wet kisses to the underside of his shaft until it became too much for him to handle.

the hands that had been resting at the crown of your head fisted your hair and craned your neck to slot your lips against his in a searing kiss, his tongue darting out to taste himself in your mouth. he reached down and gathered you into his arms, pulling you into his lap, never breaking your liplock. needy hands roamed your body, groping your breasts and rubbing down your sides before dipping his hands under the band of your shorts to palm your pert ass. he pecked a couple chaste kisses to your lips and pulled away, panting and resting his forehead against yours.

stroking the side of your face with his knuckles he leaned in to kiss you again when his phone chimed. he paused and picked up the device to read the message that popped up on his screen. his expression shifted from relaxed to confused to mortified, appearing to go through the five stages of grief in mere seconds. he groaned and hid his face in his hands as you took a look at his phone to see the source of his change in mood.

New Message

satoru: mute your mic next time ya freak ;)

[peachesandscreem]

Welcome.

I'm Raven. I write sometimes.

I don't post often. No series. One-shots, short fics, and drabbles only. Mature and explicit content. All fics tagged accordingly.