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12. Denial
Nanami
Nanami has a temper.
Not everybody knows this, because he keeps it bottled up. He lets it out carefully—healthily. Cardio staves it off. Cooking can distract him from it. Reading makes it less front of mind. But Nanami can never fully let his temper out unless he’s with you.
You’re across his lap now, begging prettily as he strips you of every stitch of clothing.
“Please, sir?” You whine, but he stops you with a sharp look. You bite your lip, because you know better. You’re being punished.
“You’ve been such a little brat,” he mutters.
You try to object, but before you can his huge palm slaps down hard on your ass, making you yelp.
“Count,” Nanami intones, and his fingers dig into your bare flesh to emphasize his request. You struggle to think, blinking up at him with wet eyes.
“O-one?” You rasp, uncertain.
He rolls his eyes at you darkly, clenching his jaw.
“Again,” he says. “Properly.”
This time, his hand comes down harder. You squeal at the contact.
“One!” You cry. Heat pools between your thighs when you make eye contact with him over your shoulder to watch his eyes go half-lidded with lust.
“Fucking brat,” he murmurs. “All day.”
Spank!
“Prancing around in front of my friends in that skimpy fucking dress,”
Spank!
“Making me hard with those slutty pictures you sent me from the bathroom,”
Spank!
“Flirting with our neighbor without a fucking bra on—oh hi Toji, thank you so much for bringing this over!”
Spank!
“Slut,” he growls down at you.
“Daddy,” you whine out of desperation, already wet enough to stain the sheets. “H-hurts!”
You feel Nanami’s breath catch for a second at the title.
“I know, love,” he murmurs. And then he spins you around and presses you into the mattress, face first.
“Daddy,” you protest weakly against the sheets. He just hums at you, grabbing at your hips to bring them flush against his pelvis.
“No, I don’t think I’m gonna be nice tonight,” Nanami muses from above you. “My little slut’s been nice enough for the whole neighborhood today.”
You cry out into the mattress desperately, his words igniting the hunger you’ve been battling all day. And yeah, of course you’d done all those bratty little things on purpose. How else could you get your gorgeous, gentlemanly husband to ravage you like this?
“Greedy,” he growls from above you. You hear the zipper on his pressed slacks and then you feel the tip of him—just the tip, and already so massive!—press against your clenching hole.
“’m sorry, daddy,” you manage to moan. He just scoffs, rubbing up and down your slit with the head of his cock.
“Really,” you whimper. “Really sorry daddy!”
“No you’re not,” Nanami corrects. He’s right—you’re not. But you need him inside of you, and begging for forgiveness is the only way he’s going to let that happen.
“Please, please, mpfh—”
He’s inside you in one hard thrust. You cry out in pleasure against the mattress, bucking back up into him to push him deeper. But then he’s pulled out already.
“N-no, p-please,” you beg. Hot, frustrated tears wet the sheets beneath you.
“You’re a bad girl,” he snarls, slapping his fat tip on your clit from behind. “You need to learn your fucking place.”
He wraps a long-fingered hand around your throat and pulls you, whining, against his bare chest.
It’s like a switch has flipped in your brain. You literally mewl, your cunt twitching at the manhandling. That big hand encircling most of your throat triggers some primal instinct, long-buried, that tells you to keen into this powerful man behind you. That he will protect you. That you should obey him.
“Daddy ‘m sorry, really sorry daddy, please, please,” you sob, struggling in his hold to try to see his face. His eyes are black with desire and possessiveness.
“Please what, little brat?” Nanami sneers. The hold on your throat tightens and his eyes flash with something dangerous, barely restrained.
“Please f-fuck me,” you choke out.
He loses control.
Nanami’s hips spasm into yours fast and hard, firmly entering you all the way to the hilt until you scream. And then he doesn’t stop.
Nanami’s fingers dig into your hip, but one hand remains on your throat; he doesn’t squeeze, just holds it there. Like he’s reminding you who you belong to. He uses it to pull you back harder into his thrusts.
“Pl-please!” You shriek, overstimulated and unsure if you’re asking him to stop or to let you cum.
“So fucking loud,” Nanami chastises. You try to bury your flaming face back in the sheets, but the hand on your throat stops you.
“I want you to be loud,” he growls, tugging you back harder onto his cock. “Show the neighbors you’re my girl.”
His words are almost enough to bring you over the edge. You clench around him and close your eyes, moaning openly into the room. And then he pulls out.
Your eyes fly open, horrified.
“Daddy—“ you round on him angrily, but Nanami’s cold chuckle stops you.
“I told you I wasn’t going to be nice, baby,” he reminds you. “Now get on your knees and make it up to me some more.”