summary: determined to learn the very serious and important code word, nanami has ways of making you talk
kinks: edging, bondage, role play
content warnings/tags: fem!reader, mild sensory deprivation (reader's blindfolded for a paragraph), creampie, husband!nanami
You're not sure how long you've been here, blindfolded as you are, but the leather straps holding you to the chair continue to be unyielding, keeping you both helpless and exposed. You try to shift around, straining your ears to hear anything--a breath, a rustling of clothes-- but there's nothing to break the sharp tension that has your pulse racing, anxiously wondering what was going to come next.
You float around in the darkness for a while longer before the blindfold is finally torn from your eyes, a small gasp leaving you as you're left face-to-face with your husband crouching in front of you. There's a hardness in his stare that you're not accustomed to.
"Are you ready to talk now?"
Fear and arousal plunge deep in your stomach, but you manage to smirk coldly back at him.
"Go fuck yourself, Kento Nanami."
He breathes out a "very well then" before standing up and slowly walking behind you. The hand on the back of your head catches you off guard, and you hiss when the grip tightens into a sharp yank. Kento's voice is pitched dangerously low when he leans down to speak directly in your ear.
"This could've been easy, you know. I was willing to show you mercy. But no matter. I will be getting that code word from you." His free hand pets down your exposed throat, a feather light touch that ends in a harsh squeeze of your breast. It feels good, but you stifle your reaction, determined not to break so easily.
But your husband is just getting started. While he continues to massage your chest, he licks a hot stripe up towards your earlobe and this time you can't stop the gasp as he bites down, still holding your head in place to keep you from flinching away. You can feel him smirking as he ravishes your neck, your head staying tipped back even when he finally lets go to tear the flimsy lingerie off your body. Now with unrestricted access, he pinches roughly at your nipples, drawing another moan from you as you start to squirm in your restraints.
His hands continue working their way down your body as he mouths at your neck and shoulders, biting down when you least expect it only to immediately soothe it with his tongue.. He eventually dips between your thighs, a single finger dragging along your folds.
"Worked up this much already? Are you sure you don't have anything you want to tell me?" You answer with a glare, though it's significantly undercut by your flushed face.
Kento replies with a cruel smile before his fingers begin to move again, teasing your entrance with long strokes and gentle swirls around your clit. It's only when you're fully moaning and grinding against his hand that he increases the pressure, and you start to think you might actually cum like this, the arousal winding tighter and tighter in your core-
You let out a choked whine as he pulls away completely, teetering on the edge.
"Oh I'm sorry darling, did you want to cum?"
"F-fuck you," you pant as you calm down again.
"Mm, not yet." Two fingers thrust inside you, followed by his thumb drawing furious circles over your clit.
Your moans have gotten much louder, and before you know it you're approaching the edge again. There's a small part of you that understand what's about to happen, but it's overpowered by your desire to cum, by the sensation of thick fingers working you over just the way you like, the way you need-
"No no no!" You jerk your hips to try to get some friction, but it's pointless.
Kento strokes your face as you recover. "Remember, you can end this at anytime. Just one little word." His condescending tone gives you enough resolve to continue, turning away from his touch.
Without another word, he walks around to your front and settles between your legs, already spread wide from the bondage. There's no time to mentally prepare yourself before he's devouring you like a man starved, his moans sending vibrations through your core in the sweetest of torments.
When his lips seal around your clit and his fingers slip back inside, you think he's made a mistake, that he's going to accidentally tip you over and you're going to get to cum and win this game. You buck up into his face, unaware of the loud, desperate noises falling from your mouth and-
Tears pool in your eyes as your orgasm is ripped away for the third time, leaving you a shaking and babbling mess as Kento stares up at you with the same impassable expression he's had all night.
"Please Kento the code word is focaccia please let me cum please I need to cum so bad-"
He finally breaks character with a smile before kissing you deeply, forcing you to taste yourself. "Good girl."
Before you know it, you're lying on your back in your shared bed, held down not by straps but by your husband's firm and loving hands as he thrusts in and out of you. His thick cock pulls moan after moan from you, and it's not long until you're clenching around him even harder as your climax approaches. There's mercy in his frantic rhythm, and you finally cum with a force that lifts you from the bed. You have just enough awareness left to feel his hot seed filling you up through the gentle rocking of his hips.
With a satisfied groan, Kento collapses down next to you, pulling you close to his chest to bask in the afterglow and pepper your face with kisses.
"You know, as perfect as a wife you are, you'd make a terrible spy," he tells you after a while.
"Forgive me for finding my husband irresistible," you reply with an eye roll. "I can hardly be blamed."
"No, I suppose not." His tone shifts to something with an edge.
"But you could certainly be punished."
