did you know nanami’s VA did the audio for fifty shades of grey in japan 🥵🥵🥵
Did you know Nanami’s VA also VA as Leonardo from Ikemen Vampire 😩 pleaseee this mans voice is just so secxy okkk <33 I’m not a big fan of 50SG but I’ve seen it, it was funny too. Want some better voice acting or a love story I highly recommend this game, it’s an otome game !
ive been on a nanami kick these past couple of days....and lately, i stg the little house spouse in me just ignites when i think about him. my god. i just wanna cook and clean for that man bc he deserves it. i wanna wear a goddamn maid outfit he bought for me while i do housely things in front of him on his day off. can i iron his freaking suits please?!!???!!!?!!?!
i'm not sure that i've ever ironed a single thing in my life and all I can hear in my head is cardi saying “i don’t cook, i don’t clean...” but i'm with you on wanting to take care of this man, babe . he's a whole dream.
anyway you got in my head so here have this * destiny’s child cater 2 u starts to play *
notes : i realized you said 'spouse' so i did my best to make this gender neutral. there are feminine aspects ( reader's wearing a dress / he refers to them as princess once ) but i’ve used [ ] where husband / wife / pref. title would go . also if you go the jjk page on my blog you’ll see the outand now I want to do a whole series of fetish costumes 😌
warnings : maid costume ; D/s undertones ; finger sucking ; mention of oral . wasn't planning on writing smut this month but i'm a sl*t for Namikun 🥰
"Good morning," you murmur, smiling at your husband as he sleepily blinks.
His brow creases as he sits up, eyes moving slowly up from your waist, the thin, see-through material of your maid’s costume catching his attention over your chest before he finally meets your gaze. A smile tugs at one side of his mouth and you make a show of looking away, smoothing the skirt of your dress.
"I was getting ready to brew some coffee. Just wanted to make sure you were comfortable."
"Aren't you sweet," he comments, voice still cloudy with sleep.
"Wanna make sure you get the most out of your day off."
His knuckle brushes the curve of your cheek before he pinches you , huffing a laugh at the way your lips curl into a smile as you squirm away from him. "This is new," he comments on the costume, thumb still rubbing at the skin he pinched as his other hand touches your shoulder before his fingers trail down your bare arm, circling around your wrist once he reaches it.
"Mmhm."
"Are you my little [ ]?" He chuckles at your embarrassed expression. "Or are you the housekeeper, because my little [ ] is too much of a princess to actually clean house?"
You pout, "I washed your clothes this morning. And I hung your dry cleaning in your closet."
"You mean these hands did manual labor?" He unwraps his fingers from your wrist, gathering both of your hands in his and kissing the swells of your palms. "Heaven forbid."
He smirks, knuckles dragging down your cheek. His hand opens against the side of your throat, fingers wrapping around the back of your neck. You whimper when his thumb brushes the swell of your throat; his touch pushes a thrill through your body, your mind going haywire for a moment.
"My [ ], then," he comments. "Good. I like fucking you more."
His hold loosens and you slip away, swallowing thickly as you get up from the bed and turn to look at him. "I'll be back in a few minutes, sir," you say, curtseying before turning to hurry from the bedroom.
Lingering for a moment, you listen as he gets up with a sigh, slippers padding to the en suite. You make quick work of making the bed, mumbling about manual labor before going back to the kitchen to grab his tablet and a glass of water.
"Alexa- play Kento's morning playlist. All speakers."
He's sitting up when you return , long legs laced at the ankles and hands folded in his lap. His head is tilted back against the headboard, the long, pale column of his neck stealing your attention as you cross the room to the bed.
You hand him his glass of water before his tablet as he asks, "Anything interesting?"
"More of the same," you tell him, eyes wide as you admire him.
He's swapped his pajamas for a black t-shirt (luxury, tailored- you’d picked it up a few days ago) and loungers (a dark cashmere pair that he knows you love because they sit low on his hips); and, once you're close enough, you notice that he smells like you alls face wash, the melon scent distinctive and stupidly attractive on him.
"Breakfast?" You ask as he smirks at you, all too aware of how beautiful you think he is. The only thing that saves you from feeling embarrassed about shamelessly staring at him is the fact that you know he has the same thoughts about you.
"You know what I like," he tells you, tilting his face up for a kiss.
You lean in, lips brushing his just barely before you pull away, knowing you all won't make it from the bed otherwise. "Coffee will be ready in five," you tell him before once again leaving to start his tamagokai and toast.
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You're setting his plate on the table when he emerges and you pretend not to notice the way his eyes devour you as you pour his coffee - black, half spoon of sugar. He pulls you into his lap, kissing your neck as he squeezes your side.
"Thank you, [ ]."
You smile. "Anything for you, my love."
"Is that so?" He asks , opening his legs as he gently pushes you off his lap.
You bite your lip as you move to sit at his feet looking up at him to see an unreadable expression on his face. "Sir?"
His thumb rubs your bottom lip, tugging it down as though to observe your teeth. "Humor me," he tells you , voice deep and quiet against the Mendelsshon playing softly from the speakers.
You already know what he wants. It makes your face go hot, gaze falling from his as he pushes his thumb into your mouth, stretching your mouth as he tugs your cheek until you're leaning on his thigh.
He slip between your teeth, pressing down on your tongue in silent request for you to open up. You open wide, head tilted back so he can see into your mouth, your body trembling at the near silent hum of approval he gives before replacing his thumb with his index and middle fingers.
"You're so very pretty," he tells you as your lips close close to his knuckles. His other hand comes down, thumb brushing one of your nipples before patting your hair.
"Especially when you're on your knees for me."
You look up at him, but he's already moved on, focusing instead on his breakfast as you suckle his fingers, feeling your arousal against your heels as you do,your best not to squirm around.
" [ ]," he calls , voice distant from your position under the table. "Be a good [boy/girl/etc.]." His fingers flex in your mouth, gagging you before he forces a third in.
"Show me you deserve my cook in your mouth."
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*links throw off the tags but this is what I pictured!
