Nahoya is gonna sleep on the couch for trying to get you riled up, but a quick fuck might make the punishment more enjoyable. Married, fem reader. m.d.n.i.
Tw: degradation, masturbation
WC: 1.3 k ish.
A/n: is it out of character? Yes. Kinda. But I write how I want to. Also not proof read. It's 4:00 in the morning I don't have time for that. -Taken from my archived account @/ yejiroh-
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The digital alarm clock that sat on your nightstand struck 12:00 o’clock, and once again, Nahaoya was not home. Probably cleaning and closing down the shop, you figured. But did it really take 3 hours? He’s been staying out late, saying that he was saving for his “pretty girl,” and honestly,
You missed him.
The ache between your legs grew as the A.C. turned on, the automatic function seeming to catch on at the worst sides; his side of the bed was getting cold.
Still, you kept your eyes open, no matter how heavy they became. All the way until the alarm went off once again, signaling the turn of the hour- now 1:00 o’ clock.
And whoa and behold, the front door’s locks clicked open- your husband had come home.
Quickly, you turned over, keeping your eyes closed as you tried to steady your breathing. There would be no acknowledgement tonight. Not if you could handle it.
Hearing his heavy footsteps come closer, and the lights in the halls flicking on, you sucked in a breath as your bedroom door opened- and again as you felt the bed dip from his weight.
A hand came to your waist, running down your sides as your husband relaxed. He bent over, kissing your cheek before sighing.
“‘Missed you, baby,”
Your eyes opened, albeit abruptly, before you quickly turned over, grabbing the hand that lay on your wrist.
“Pardon?”
Nahoya smiled, his peachy curls bouncing. “I knew you were awake. You’re not slick.”
He flicked your nose before laying down,
“Is that what you wanted to say? That you missed me? That you needed me? That you wanted me? That it pretty girl? You know I’m busy, don’tcha?”
He turned over, grabbing one of your hands before placing your index in his mouth, running his tongue over it, sucking it lightly.
“ ‘hoya…”
With a ‘pop’ he released it, laughing.
“You missed me so much you’d get wet just from me sucking your finger? I haven’t even been gone that long, Y/n.”
“ ‘hoya, that’s not fair…”
“Uh-uh. What’s not fair is not tellin’ me what you want and denying yourself. That’s what’s not fair, baby. “
Grabbing your hand again, he licked your index, then kissed your knuckles.
“Look at these nails, baby. Who paid for these?”
“You…”
“That’s right. And do remember why?”
He was playing you, you realized. Playing you like a fiddle just so he could get fucked. Staying out late just so you would get needy, whiny, and eventually, mean.
Two could play at that game.
You pulled your hand away, putting the finger he had been sucking on in your own mouth, watching as his breath hitched. He was getting excited.
Taking your finger out of your mouth, you examined your nails, the peachy pink that matched his hair so well not chipped and still glossed over. The set he wanted to see on his dick.
“You told me to get these to wrap around your dick.”
“I did,”
You sat up, placing a hand to his chest before straddling him. Nahoya hadn’t changed into his pajamas yet- he’d been too busy trying to stir you. . taking his tie, you tied his hands to the bedpost, watching as his chest rose and fell faster, feeling his crotch get warmer underneath your thighs.
“Pretty girl?”
“Hush, ‘hoya. You’re not getting a say in anything tonight.”
“Oh? And why is that?”
“‘Cause, you’re an asshole. Staying out late just to get a good fuck.” You mimicked him. “You’re not slick.”
You unbuttoned his shirt, making a point to crease it as you tucked the sides underneath him. His nipples were hard, goosebumps rising as the cold air hit him. Hooking a finger under his pants, you yanked them down, looking up to grin at him before yanking his boxers down, his hard cock resting against his stomach, tip leaking.
“Y/n?”
You got off him, untying his hands before pointing at his dick.
“Make yourself feel good. Tell me how it feels, ‘hoya.”
“Huh?”
“Jerk yourself off like I had to every night you decided to stay out late. You thought that was funny? As a matter of fact, you probably jerked off enough thinking of me playing with myself, right? What a pervert you are.”
Nahoya glared at you, reaching out just for you to take a step back.
“I untied you so you could know how it feels. Go on, ‘hoya.”
The smile on his face was nowhere to be seen, except for a smirk.
“Alright. Fine, I will. “
Bringing his hands to his cock, he gripped it and starting from the base he made his way up. Over and over again, he ran his hand up and down. Little pants of excitement soon turned into pants of frustration as he couldn't seem to get off.
"Y/n...I need your help."
"Sorry?"
"I...I need your help."
You scooted closer to him, kissing his cheek before patting his tip.
"Don't worry, honey. If I could get off by myself, so can you! You can do it. I believe in you!"
Your husband grits his teeth, getting more aggravated as his hand went faster. He spits into his hand as if trying to provide some sort of lubricant.
And as his frustration grew, so did yours. Watching him play with himself wasn't supposed to make you feel bad; it wasn't your punishment. But still, seeing him get sweaty and hearing his heavy breaths made your own neediness rise.
Finally, you crawled back to him, taking his hands away from his dick.
"You're fucking pathetic, ya know that, 'hoya? Can't even get off on your own, yeah?"
His head hit the pillows, lips parted as you gripped his cheeks. Slipping your panties off, you guided his dick to your entrance, slowly letting it fill you up. Lord, you had forgotten this feeling. How Nahoya's cock filled you up so well was the world's eighth greatest mystery. The underside vein throbbed against your gummy walls, and the both of you moaned.
"You're still not in the clear, 'hoya. Don't you forget that. I'm just using you to feel good. After this, you're going to sleep on the couch for the next week. Understood?"
"Yes'm!"
Your pussy clenched and he gasped, his back arching, pushing his cock deeper into you. You had forgotten how sensitive he was.
Gripping your thighs, he raised you up before pulling you back down.
Your mouth opened, wanton moans slipping from your tongue. Oh, you had missed this.
Becoming drunk on the feeling of his cock dragging against you, arousal came down your legs and onto Nahoya.
He pressed two fingers to your clit, rubbing circles on it fast.
Going faster, seemingly chasing after his own orgasm, but you were close too.
Tears formed at the corners of his eyes, and his grip got stronger, nearly bruising your thighs.
Nahoya's moans turned into whines as you took the lead again, putting your hands in his hair as you bounced on his cock, taking great care not to pull too harshly on his curls, knowing how tender-headed he could get.
Leaning over, your breasts pressed against his chest, and you kissed him greedily. That seemed to be the breaking point. Nahoya gasped loudly as his legs shook violently underneath you, his hands moving from your thighs to your waist, hugging it. He pulled himself closer to you as he came- hot spurts of coming shooting into you. Then gripping your shoulders, he panted heavily, and then you came, right after him. You squirted, juices covering both him and you, and you practically screamed.
He pulled out, then pulled you down on top of him, hands going to your ass, kneading the flesh before giving it a lovely pat.
Sticky and satisfied, you pushed yourself up, smiling at him.
"You're still sleeping on the couch."
