roommate!nanami at the beginning of a bdsm dungeon era.
roommate!nanami who didn't really indulge himself in horny things because they were deemed 'unprofessional'. like for instance, that time when you were watching fifty shades of grey just for fun.
"what are you watching?"
"fifty shades of grey. this movie pisses me off."
"then why are you watching it?"
"because i'm bored. c'mon, you haven't seen it?"
"i have not."
"this is going to be fun."
roommate!nanami who visibly grew more and more concerned as the movie went on. you watched his reactions more than the actual screen, tantalizing, grinning, laughing at his horror.
"why is he doing that to her? is this enjoyable?"
"i mean, who knows? it looks funny."
"she doesn't seem to find it as humorous as you do."
"you're getting too worked up over it. this is just a movie."
"that doesn't make it right. does this... interest you?"
"i mean... i don't know. maybe?"
roommate!nanami who, for all his horror and theatrics, couldn't stop thinking about that movie. thinking about doing that... to you. how pretty you would look, skin flushed, moans choked, eyes bleary. he had to take a few steps back, grip the counter. you glanced at him over your shoulder, brows knitting together in concern.
"ken? are you okay?"
"yes. i'm fine."
"you don't look fine. you look... sweaty."
"i do not look sweaty."
"go take a bath before dinner or something."
roommate!nanami who replayed what you said. the movie pissed you off---therefore you wouldn't want that to happen to you. the movie happened to piss him off too. there was obviously no chemistry between the leads and the sex felt rushed. clipped, even.
sex with you wouldn't feel like that. he would worship you.
roommate!nanami curled a fist against the shower walls, trying to drown his feelings under the relentless patter of water on his back.
"you still look weird. what's going on? did i do something wrong?"
"what? no. why would you assume that?"
"it's just... ever since we watched that movie together... i don't know. do you think i'm a freak or something now? i was... y'know, just messing around. i'm not..."
"what are you trying to say?"
"if i grossed you out or something, i'm sorry. i'll stop."
"we were watching a movie together. there's nothing strange about it."
"then why are you acting weird?"
"... it's been a stressful week at the agency."
"oh, ken. is there anything i can do to take your mind off of it?"
roommate!nanami didn't think this would be happening. not in his wildest dreams. not in his dirtiest fantasies. he wouldn't dream of hurting you... but sometimes you could be such a brat.
you were sprawled out beneath him, completely naked, and somehow you were everything he wanted and more. he grabbed your wrist, yanking you up and pulling you against his still-clothed body.
"how's that for blowing off some steam?" you teased.
"better," he mumbled, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "but you're still talking too much." he spun you around and bent you back over the bed, pushing your body down against the mattress. "less noise, more obedience. that's what i need right now."
"w-whatever you need," you repeat, voice muffled into the sheets. there's some kind of sick satisfaction that blooms in his chest when you're drooling into his bed and he hasn't even touched you yet.
"is this what you wanted? when you made me watch that movie," he whispers, breath ghosting across your body.
"i-i didn't make you do anything!" you protest.
roommate!nanami pushes you back into the sheets, ripping a fratured moan from your parted lips.
"no, you knew exactly what you were doing, showing me that." he swings a leg over your hip, caging your body underneath his. "you want me to do this to you. you're going to scream my name until the entire complex knows exactly who you belong to."
"ken," you groan. "i've never heard you---mmph---like this before."
that's because you don't know what the fuck you do to me.
roommate!nanami doesn't say that. instead, he hooks his fingers under his tie, loosening it around your neck and pulling it over his head. you feel the warmth of his fingertips trail up your body, suddenly grabbing your wrists and pinning them back down.
his voice is muffled when he speaks again, presumably because his tie is caught between his teeth. "can't... can't wait any longer." the smooth tie slips around your wrists pulling them together and locking them over your head.
roommate!nanami's fingers part your clenched thighs, two thick digits plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked folds without hesitation. he pumps them in and out of your squelching heat, curling them to rub against that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside you.
you arch off the bed, and without a slip of movement, his other palm splays flat across your back, guiding you back into the sheets you scrabble at with your tied hands.
"this is how i know you wanted this," he murmurs, ever calm and soothing, voice crackling up your spine. "you just wanted someone to boss you around, is that it? someone to put you in your place?"
roommate!nanami chuckles low and deep. it's a sound of amusement and mockery that passes the wane of his lips, pressed up against your neck.
it's strange. tension is seeping from his coiled muscles, but he hasn't even undressed yet. fully clothed, but your choked sobs as you buck against his fingers, hips rolling against the tilted plane of his arm is all he needs for tonight.
the morning after, you wake to the warmth of his bed. roommate!nanami is nowhere to be found. for a moment, you wonder if last night really did freak him out to the point of fleeing.
but his figure appears in the doorway, leaning against the frame, honeyed eyes washing over you appreciatively. in his hand is a plate of buttered toast, just the way you like it.
"you think i'm a freak for liking that, don't you?"
"it was intriguing. i don't mind helping you out with your... interests."
"that makes it sound like you kind of liked it too."
"perhaps 'kind of' is an understatement."
"woah, nanami kento is a secret freak?!"
"..."
"i'm kidding, i'm kid---wait. seriously?"
"you're getting a little too bold."
"you think i need to be punished again?"
"perhaps."
okay, so maybe the movie wasn't all bad.
a/n: i rewatched fifty shades of grey with my friend and it was absolutely just as horrible as the first time and EW she was like 'omg are you into that' and i was like 'uhm... no???' and she was like 'okay rope bunny' tsk tsk dividers by bbyg4rlhelps !!!
i’m giggling and kicking my feet at the thought of married price to an afab reader who dresses daintily and acts like the kindest person ever, and he’s known you for a while! so he thinks he’s well prepared on your every like and dislike
so imagine the absolute surprise, shock and honestly flabbergasted expression he gives you when he suggests role playing in the bedroom and you sit on top of him, grinning like a maniac, before slapping him so hard his cheek stings, his face has been turned to the side, there is ringing in his ears, and his cock is immediately hard
“obviously people in the modern day can recognize what nesta did as verbal abuse even if they didn’t have the words for it in univers-” well if we’re using modern day terms Rhysand and Feyre are segregationists who allow child soldiers and are enacting both collective and multigenerational punishment on an entire city of people. so why don’t you ruminate on that for a little bit.
