❝𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗰𝗸?❞
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Husband!Nanami x Wife!Reader
𝘗𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘥
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Swirling the sweet wine in hand, you couldn’t help but compliment the chef’s recommendation. “The chef was right honey, the wine is sweet but really strong.” You hum in delight, bringing the wine glass to your plump lips. Kento, as protective as you as usual smiles softly seeing you enjoy yourself.
“Just a glass for tonight sweetheart, I’ll purchase the bottle for us to bring home.” You greedily gulp it down, a slight tingle glides down your throat. “Thank you hubby, you take such good care of me.” You place your delicate hand on your chest, touched at his kindness even after all these years. “I have the privilege to take care of you, I’m going to do it right.” He smiles across from you reaching his palm out to caress yours.
You place your palm in his, enjoying the sensation of his thumbs rubbing against your skin. “I can’t wait to try their pasta, everyone’s been obsessed with this place for months! I’m glad we were able to make a reservation for tonight!” You wiggle in your seat, excited to try the most popular item on the menu.
A waiter approaches your table with simmering hot food on it. You couldn’t help but give tiny claps at seeing the meal. Just from the looks and smell alone you can tell why this was so popular. “Here you are sir, the roasted potatoes and beef wellington and the cajun pasta for the lady.” The prim and proper waiter places the food in front of you. You could almost immediately dive in, but remembering your manners you just smile politely at the man. “I’ll purchase two bottles of this wine from the chef’s recommendation, my wife has enjoyed it immensely.” You could feel the blush span across your neck and face from his actions.
“Of course sir, please, enjoy your dinner.” The waiter saunters off and you look at the pasta in front of you and your husband, plan in motion. There’s a TikTok challenge you have been dying to try on your husband and this seems like the perfect opportunity to try, you just hope you can pull it off and not laugh prematurely like you usually do.
Unwrapping the silverware from its cloth you swirl the fork into the creamy pasta. “I’m so excited~” You sing into your first bite knowing Kento would be anticipating a reaction out of you, to know if he should get another order for lunch tmw or make this restaurant another regular to surprise you with.
Chewing softly you taste the warm creaminess of the pasta sauce, its rich flavor flooding your tastebuds with glee. But you have to play the part perfectly so steeling your features you mutter, “The fuck?”
Brows furrowed, you chew the pasta as if it’s the worst thing to even call edible. “What’s wrong honey? Are there remnants of a shell?” You hear your husband concerned voice from across from you but you keep your head down and chew slowly.
“The fuck is this?”
You hear a distant grunt from across from you and feel your heart start to race in your chest. “I’ll call the waiter over immediately” Kento starts to rise from his seat before you can say, “Don’t do that the fuck?”
You look up and nearly lose it at seeing your husband look so concerned. “Why wouldn’t I do that, sweetheart, surely something is wrong.”
Taking another bite you mutter, “Sit down, nothings wrong the fuck?” Kento sharp eyes just stare at yours for a moment before announcing, “I’m calling the chef at once.”
Your eyes widen in actual shock seeing him tuck in his chair and walk towards the kitchen. “Why? The fuck?” The man simply rushes over briskly to the kitchen and you see the panic looks on the waiters faces and can only fear what he’s telling them.
You cross your legs hoping that’ll calm your nerves down seeing your husband come back with the head chef taking a seat before declaring, “You have poisoned my wife’s food. She’s having cognitive dissonance that doesn’t happen when drinking light wine. I will have this place shut down from your insolence.” You see the cold glare your husband gives the chef and you cling to your fork, leg bouncing underneath the table. “There must be some misunderstanding sir, I perform to my highest ability to make sure no one gets hurt in my cooking. I prep my fish every morning at five am to make sure I give my highest performance.” The chef brows furrow and looks at you.
“Obviously your best isn’t good enough, is it chef?” Kento cold line sends chills down your spine and you know this has gone too far but you couldn’t help but deliver the final blow . “The fuck is wrong with you man? You’re trying to kill me??” You sass at the chef and he shakes his head terrified. “O-of course not madam!” He denys and you feel the corners of your mouth twitch out of amusement and nervousness.
Kento glares at you from across the table before demanding, “I would like to speak with my wife. Alone.” The chef didn’t need to be told twice before scurrying away. “What was that?” His deep voice questioned you.
“What was what? The fuck.”
He crosses his hands in front of him staring at you for a moment.
Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck, you fucked up.
You really fucked up.
“You want to come clean or do I have to say it?” He narrows his eyes at you.
You’re left in a staring contest, seeing who will break first but the icy glare of your husband is all knowing. You try your best to hold onto your poker face but honestly, you never had one.
Puffing air out of your cheeks you twiddle with the pasta on your plate. “It was a prank…” You mumble sheepishly looking up at him.
“What social media app?”
You sigh, resigning your fate with a quiet, “Tiktok…” You couldn’t help but feel slightly guilty but Kento saw the mirth in your eyes and the apples of your cheeks rising.
That’s how you find yourself over your husband’s lap in the manger office, panties in his coat pocket. You cried as a crisp hand falls sharply on your doughy ass. “I-I’m sorry Ken!” You grip on his ankle, hoping for some sort of resistance. “Don’t apologize to me you spoiled brat, apologize to the man whose career almost got tarnished from you!” He points out delivering a punishing spank. “From you being insensitive and immature.” His callous hand lands sharply on the underside of your bottom. Oh right.
You look up at the chef who arms are crossed in front of his chest. “Im so sorry chef!” You whimper.
Smack!
“For?” Kento growls at you.
“For being a brat! I almost got you fired!”
The chef merely grunts, pissed at this entire situation. “I have a girl at home who has the same behavior as yours. I would discipline her like this myself.” He doesn’t even talk to you, only to your husband.
“Yes, well my wife is much better behaved then this but it does, indeed come about like now.” He rains a dozen of slaps on your rear, all more painful than the last. You wail in agony but don’t move knowing it would make it worse. But you had to agree
This was so worth it.
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A/N: This shouldn’t have been so funny lmao. Reader has no chill that’s why her ass got tore up
