Trapped Nanami X Reader
Chapter 2
Summary: Nanami is the CEO of a major technology company. He is also your sugar daddy. You are an ambitious woman with only one goal: trap your sugar daddy with a baby.
Warnings: Toxic relationship dynamics, Emotional manipulation, Explicit sexual content, Reproductive coercion (pregnancy trapping), Reader is not a good person.
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Nanami was fucking you.
It wasn't exactly comfortable, you were leaning over the sink in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant while he penetrated you from behind. Your leg was aching, he had lifted one of them to get better access to your pussy. You couldn't deny that this man was incredible in bed, from when he penetrated you slowly to when he thrust hard and sloppy like he was doing now, he always made you see stars.
Your moans weren't faked. Not at all.
Especially since you managed to get him to fuck you without a condom.
It wasn't that difficult, actually, you had been teasing him since the moment you got in the car to come to the restaurant. When you arrived, all you had to do was get Nanami to drink a few glasses of wine and continue with your teasing until he dragged you to the bathroom and lifted your skirt.
You looked at him through the mirror and moaned loudly, then smiled as he pulled your hair, tilting your head back so he could cover your mouth.
"Shhh... do you want everyone outside to hear you moaning like a slut on my cock?" He asks in a husky voice in your ear. You nod, driving him wild. "Damn, what a naughty girl."
He speeds up his movements and you have to hold onto the sink to keep your legs from giving way and you falling to the floor, even knowing he wouldn't allow it. His cock goes in and out of you quickly, causing a delicious friction that makes your eyes roll back. You continue to moan against his hand; if he weren't silencing you, you'd definitely scream for the whole restaurant to hear.
"Fuck, what a tight pussy. So fucking good." Nanami grunts and pushes your back down, making you practically lie on the sink and bend further towards him.
The new position allowed his cock to go even deeper inside your pussy, you couldn't take it anymore. Your orgasm came strong and you came all over his cock, your moans muffled by his hand. You squeezed him so hard during this that Nanami's climax came soon after, with him groaning hoarsely and...
He pulls his cock out.
He cums on your thighs.
He cums on your thighs.
Fuck!
No. No. No. No.
"What did you do?" you say quietly, your voice hoarse after your activities, your expression unreadable.
"Sorry, love, I had to make a bit of a mess," he says, quickly grabbing some toilet paper from the bathroom to clean your thighs. "Let’s go home and I’ll give you an amazing bath, I promise."
You wanted to scream. You wanted to cry. But instead, you just smiled at him. The smile came out strange, but Nanami probably assumed it was because of your post-sex exhaustion.
Nanami guided you out of the restaurant bathroom while calling someone. Later, he explained that he was calling his driver to pick you both up because he had been drinking and wasn’t in any condition to drive.
You wanted to tell him to go to hell. You wanted to hit him and say you didn’t care, but instead you just nodded and stayed as you were supposed to be: standing pretty beside him.
"Are you okay, dear?" Nanami asks, and you simply nod silently. "Are you sure? Was I too rough with you?"
You just shake your head. "No, you know I like it."
Nanami doesn’t look fully convinced but decides not to insist since the car had already arrived. The ride back to his place is quiet. He stayed silent with his hand pressed to his forehead, probably suffering from the consequences of all the wine he had drunk. You couldn’t care less. Someone else should suffer with you too.
As soon as you arrive at the apartment, you head straight to the bathroom in long strides, but Nanami’s voice interrupts your walk.
"I promised to help you, dear, I can—"
"No." You interrupt him, then offer a reassuring smile when you realize you sounded too rude. "It’s okay, really. I’d rather shower alone and take the chance to do some skincare."
"Dear, please." His hand gently grips your shoulder, stopping you from entering the bathroom. "Did I do something wrong? Was it because I called you a slut earlier in the bathroom? You know it was just in the heat of the moment, right?"
You sigh and look at him while suppressing every feeling of anger and frustration.
"No, love. You know I like that. You didn’t do anything wrong. I just drank too much wine and I have a headache. Don’t worry."
Kento nods at you and throws himself onto the couch, removing his tie. You head to the bathroom and lock the door again. Everything was irritating you at that moment, so without patience, you rub your makeup off dry with your hand. Your face turns into a mess, and you grow even more irritated.
You had failed. Again. And you had been so close to getting what you wanted.
You muffle a scream by biting your hand and throw the first thing you see across the room. The crying comes. Tears stream endlessly down your face. You cried out of hatred. In a fit of rage, one of Nanami’s expensive perfumes is thrown hard against the wall and shatters on the floor. Only a few seconds later, Kento calls your name from outside the bathroom.
"What’s going on in there?" His voice carries concern.
"I’m fine, I just dropped something. I’m sorry!" You make a huge effort to make your voice sound innocent.
"It’s okay," he simply replies, and you thank the heavens when he leaves you alone.
God, how pathetic. You couldn’t do anything right. You wonder what your mother would think. Throughout the miserable childhood you lived under her care, she constantly reminded you of what you would have to do.
"I didn’t raise a stupid daughter. You’re going to find a rich man, a very rich man. And once you have him, you’ll get pregnant quickly. Have as many children as necessary to trap that man. I trust you to do it."
It shouldn’t be like the men she slept with for a few coins. No, she always said you would be different. She placed huge expectations on you. Well, you had already found your rich man, had already wrapped him around your finger. But almost a year had passed since you started dating him and your goal still hadn’t been accomplished. You still weren’t pregnant. If your mother were alive, she would have called you a failure and slapped your face so you would learn.
But she wasn’t here. Even so, you needed to act as if she were. Your plans hadn’t changed and never would.
After some breathing exercises, you managed to calm down. You calmed yourself and took your shower, choosing to spend long minutes in the bathroom to relax and return to Kento as if nothing had happened. You left as if everything were normal and walked to Nanami’s bedroom, finding him there. He was already bathed and almost asleep in bed. You joined him and lay beside him. The man quickly recognized your presence and pulled you closer, hugging you tightly against him.
"Good night," he whispers in your ear.
"Good night," you answer softly.
You fall asleep thinking about how your body would look when you were finally carrying Nanami’s baby.
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"I have a surprise for you," Nanami says when he arrives home the next day. He had left for work before you even woke up, which you appreciated since it allowed you to indulge in all the bad mood you wanted and mourn last night’s failure during the morning.
You lift your gaze from your phone and ask, "What is it?" For the first time that day, you feel excited at the idea of receiving a gift. Your phone is tossed carelessly onto the couch as you approach him… and the box he was holding.
Nanami simply smiles and places the box on the floor, then gestures toward it.
"It’s all yours. Go ahead and open it."
You quickly open the box. When you see what’s inside, you break into a wide smile.
"Oh my god, oh my god!" you exclaim excitedly as you pick up the white ball of fur inside the box. "Oh my fucking god!"
The cat in your hands meows at you. She is still small, a kitten. A kitten that already has her claws, because she tries to scratch you when you squeeze her too tightly.
"I’m sorry, my love…" you stroke her head. "Is it a boy or a girl?"
"It’s a girl," Nanami answers, and you let out a small squeal of happiness.
"My daughter, ah, how beautiful. I’m going to spoil you so much." You place several kisses on the kitten, who keeps complaining until she calms down when you hold her against your chest. "Can we go buy things for her? Now?" you say, already grabbing your coat.
Nanami just laughs and nods as he goes to get the car keys. "Don’t you want to give her a name first?"
"Give her a name? Of course she already has a name!" You press the elevator button. "Her name is Barbie," you say as if it were obvious.
"And when, during the five minutes you’ve known her, did you decide that?"
"Just now." You shrug. "My Barbie Girl!" Then you remember you still hadn’t thanked Kento for the gift. "Thank you, Ken, I loved it." You offer him your best smile and place a kiss on his cheek.
"You don’t need to thank me, dear. I hope you forgive me for drinking too much last night," he comments sincerely.
Oh, so that was why he thought you were upset with him? Great.
"It’s okay, I overdid it too. I was already in a bad mood, none of it was your fault." Your attention had already shifted back to the kitten in your lap.
"Thank you, dear," he says, pulling you out of the elevator.
At that moment, you were happy.
Well, for now.
Your true happiness would only come when Nanami gave you the gift you were truly waiting for.
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